Catastrophe Card King

But the exposed back had two wounds oozing black blood. The wings seemed to have been violently torn off, leaving jagged, irregular wounds.

Most eerily, the severed neck was producing billows of black flames.

Leonard Churchill had seen this black fire before on an angel’s feather, and at the time thought it was Hellfire.

But looking now, it didn’t seem quite the same.

“Hiss…”

Leonard Churchill only glanced at the corpse for a moment before feeling a headache.

It felt like too many high-level laws were flooding into his mind, rendering his thoughts rigid.

He quickly averted his gaze, keeping his presence at a minimum.

That angel’s remains still possessed power capable of suppressing everyone present.

In mid-air, it attacked the Silver Moon Leader once more, who, despite transforming into moonlight to evade and escape, was hit hard twice and sent flying.

If it wasn’t for the divine statue continuously providing her with incessant divine power support, this leader might have been killed many times over.

The clash of such high-level laws was beyond Leonard Churchill’s comprehension.

He could only focus on the few people he could understand.

In this moment, the four Cloakmen who had just uttered an incantation from their spirit communication, knew that the Silver Moon Leader wanted to lead them into trouble, yet seemed unfazed by it.

Their goal appeared to be directed at this corpse!

Seeing the aura of tiered suppression rise from the four, and the Demon God’s Phantom appearing behind them, Leonard Churchill’s pupils contracted sharply, “Are they all Sixth Tier? And top powerhouses who have integrated the Legendary Mark?”

Such a luxurious battle configuration could hardly be assembled by a few families within the Federation.

More so, looking at the curse they collectively cast, the four Hexagram Arrays of earth, wind, water, and fire were already illuminating beneath their feet.

An eerie vortex slowly coalescing at the coffin they were lifting began to swallow the dark elements in the sky like a giant whale.

Leonard Churchill suddenly realized these people were not ordinary, “Could they be remnants of the old Orlan Dynasty?

He had seen this curse mentioned in the court secret records left by Tracy Garcia.

The group’s curse was known as the epitome of sealing techniques- the epic

Four Symbols Cauldron: Divine Lock Moraxian Sealing!

Seeing this made Leonard Churchill furrow his brows.

According to the information he currently has, the top-secret archives about the Old Continent seem to have been leaked from the Orlan Dynasty.

These guys… they are driven by a mission.

If they succeed, doesn’t it mean that the crisis would instantly be resolved?

But thinking about this, Leonard Churchill suddenly didn’t want these people to be able to seal the Angel’s body.

Meanwhile, within the hustle of the Underground Palace.

The few people in front of the stele seemed entirely undisturbed, fully engrossed in reading the content on the stele.

If Leonard Churchill was here, he would recognize the text on the stele as High- Level Demon Language.

Each symbol, loaded with cosmological laws, was emitting a magical glow.

Elder Clinton’s eyes seemed misty as he read the content above. The memories sealed in the stele seemed to flood into his mind bit by bit.

On his side, Colin and Catherine Carter’s pupils had dilated. They seemed to have fallen into a profound state of realization.

The stele had four sides. And opposite the three, a mysterious person dressed in the Thirteen Masked Knights Cloak was also carefully reading the text, occasionally noting something and furrowing his eyebrows in deep thought. He muttered from time to time, “I see, this Forbidden Ruins Stele actually records this historical period…”

Perhaps because his mumbling disturbed others.

Elder Clinton glanced at the Cloakmen and praised, “Young man, not bad.” Upon hearing this, the Cloakman respectfully responded, “A Pursuer of the Illumination Secret Society… honored to meet the Elder.

Elder Clinton seemed to be reminiscing something as he said with some nostalgia, “Oh, so the Illumination Society has still been handed down. To be able to inherit the ‘Pursuer’ will, it’s no wonder… indeed not bad.”

“The elder is too kind.”

Hearing this, the Cloakman became even more humble.

Others might not be familiar with this elder, but their Illumination Society has inherited the knowledge of successive Pursuers.

It could be said that he knew more about the terrifying identity and origin of this “Elder Clinton” than the elder himself.

This was a taboo that was untouchable even for a ” Legendary Card Master.

Because of this, he didn’t speak up before.

As the Cloakman was very clear about the huge cause and effect involved with the person across him.

After a brief exchange, the two said no more.

Both were quietly reading the content on the stele.

Originally, the Angel’s Remains was targeting the Silver Moon Leader.

But now, that coffin posed a greater threat to it.

The closer it got to the four Cloakmen, the more the eerie vortex on the coffin seemed to have a gravitational pull that drained the dark energy from its body, causing its whole body to falter.

The Angel’s Remains immediately switched its target and charged at the four who were attacking itself.

Now that the seal had been broken, the Silver Moon Sect’s primary goal had been achieved.

There was no need for the Silver Moon Leader to stay any longer.

As for the divine statue, she was indeed covetous of the divine power that remained within.

But the statue possessed a horrifying faith contamination that nobody could touch. It didn’t matter if she came back for it later.

Having figured this out, she darted out of the Underground Palace without looking back.

The target of the Angel’s Remains’ attack immediately switched to the four Cloakmen. Its body of black flames transformed into a fire dragon that charged at the four.

But due to the absorbing force of the coffin, the flames hadn’t even touched the four before they were completely absorbed.