Catastrophe Card King

The cloak-draped figure, seeing the situation, pulled out another dark gold card: “Forbidden Spell- Monocular Prison Stele!”

With a clap of his hands, a terrifying stele with an oversized eye materialized before him.

After setting up this last resort, the cloaked figure turned tail without a moment’s hesitation and sprinted away!

Yet in that very next instant, a thunderous crack echoed out as the Domain was broken.

The Angel’s Remains burst forth, shattering the Monocular Prison Stele with a single punch.

However, the split second it took for this to happen was enough for that legendary figure to make his getaway.

From a distance…

A tick formed in the corner of Leonard Churchill’s eye as he watched the spectacle unfold.

Previously, he had been hoping that the cloaked figures’ sealing spell wouldn’t succeed.

Well, now their sealing spell had indeed failed.

But they had all escaped.

Leaving Churchill all alone.

He reckoned, relying on his personal stealth abilities that operated on the level of physical laws, it was highly likely he couldn’t escape the angel’s perception.

But despite this, there wasn’t too much change in his countenance.

After all, Elder Clinton was still here.

In the worst-case scenario, he still held in his hand the Holy Nail that could seal the angel’s divine soul.

However, just as Churchill was guessing what the Angel might do next,

a surprising twist occurred.

A burly man covered in ghostly shadows charged in while shouting: “Leonard, look for an opportunity to escape!”

Churchill took a careful look and noticed, it was Reuel Bible who had returned.

Probeably he noticed the previous waves of people escaping and guessed the troubling situation in the Underground Palace.

Even though he had no certainty of escaping with his life from the Angel’s Remains, when he realized Churchill was still inside, he charged in without a second thought.

Churchill watched with a complex expression.

Although, he felt Reuel’s intervention would be of no use and could even distract him from deploying his Angel Illusion,

his friend’s loyalty was unquestionable.

Seeing him charging into danger, Churchill quickly revealed himself from the shadows, shouting, “Watch out, don’t go head-on!”

Naturally, Reuel wasn’t so foolish.

He hadn’t decided on a full-frontal attack, instead hoping to create a diversion and find a sliver of hope for both of them.

Seeing that Churchill was still alive, Reuel breathed a sigh of relief and stopped trying to attack.

Still, it all seemed hopeless.

Reuel s strength and tactics could probably buy them a few moments, but there was absolutely no chance of turning the situation around.

But then, something strange happened.

Unexpectedly, a lull in the battle gave them a much-needed respite.

Confidentially freed from the Domain’s constraints, the angel stood frozen on the spot.

What was going on here?

Had it malfunctioned?

Reuel, observing the strange circumstances, appeared puzzled.

Churchill too found it unbelievable.

There were two living beings in plain sight; surely it hadn’t missed them?

Or maybe, it hadn’t met certain attack conditions yet?

The two unfortunate comrades exchanged a glance from afar, seeing in each other’s eyes a shared bitterness and helplessness.

They didn’t dare to move.

But they didn’t know what to do either.

They just stood there in awkward silence.

No one had expected the situation to evolve like this.

However, just two breaths later, the angel moved!

Reuel seemed to have detected something, his pupils dilating in shock: “Watc…”

He didn’t even finish his sentence.

Churchill saw the Angel’s Remains, now engulfed in black flames, had somehow managed to appear right in front of him.

It was practically in his face!

It moved so fast that Churchill didn’t even have the chance to trigger the seal within the Holy Nail.

But once he regained his senses, he found himself relieved.

Because he knew, if he had just been attacked,

he would have been already dead.

What was odd was that the angel didn’t attack him.

Churchill also raised his gaze, looking at the angel he hadn’t had a chance to get a good look at earlier.

It wasn’t running towards him, but floating in mid-air.

Even though it was headless, it was still slightly taller than him.

Churchill spent several moments examining this headless corpse, without suffering any harm.

Even the black fire that could burn everything didn’t harm him at all.

Leonard Churchill was also curious, why?

Previously, when he received the Angel Feather, the Hunchbacked Old Cook almost burned a hand.

Yet, Leonard Churchill got it casually.

At that time, he was perplexed, why he was so peculiarly capable?

Could it be due to the angel’s soul?

Leonard Churchill always felt something was not right.

Looking at the headless Angel’s Remains standing blankly and “staring” at him, he felt a vague… friendliness?

Could it be because of the now activated “Summer Shepherd City’s Undead Affinity +65” radiant aura?

Far away, Reuel Bible was also looking dumbfounded, thinking: “What kind of secret does this guy have…”

He also couldn’t figure out why the Angel’s Remains was not attacking him.

But one thing was certain, this secret is no small thing.

The Angel’s Remains just stood on the spot, blankly.

Leonard Churchill also saw the wounded body of it.

A strong feeling of intense loneliness and sadness emerged inexplicably.

It is a kind of pain that the human heart can hardly bear.

Watching others in grief made this always empathetic clown, Leonard Churchill, feel upset.

Despite this being their first meeting, it felt like seeing a long-lost friend.

“You…”

Leonard Churchill did not know where the odd feeling came from, he wanted to say something.

But before the words fell, the figure of the angel “swished” away, disappearing on the spot.

Looking at the trajectory of the flames, it seemed to have burst out of the Underground Palace.

Leonard Churchill became more puzzled.

It felt like it said hello and then left?

Before he could think more, Reuel Bible ran over: “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Leonard Churchill shook his head.

Reuel Bible also frowned and asked, “What happened?”

Containment of such dangerous beings is the primary responsibility of their X Bureau.

Regardless of the circumstances, this Angel seems extremely dangerous right now.

It would be best if they could contain it, otherwise it will definitely pose an unpredictable threat.

Leonard Churchill frowned, “I don’t know either.”

Reuel Bible glanced around, there didn’t seem to be any danger, he didn’t intend to talk more, said, “The situation outside is terrible, I have to deal with the affairs of the Silver Moon Sect.”

Then he added, “I will tell you about the previous issue the next time we meet.”

Leonard Churchill nodded, “Hmm.”

He knew that Reuel Bible was referring to the past betrayal.

It doesn’t really matter to him.

Moreover, this guy has already come back to save them twice.

Reuel Bible didn’t linger, he quickly dashed out of the Underground Palace: “Take care of yourself.”

Watching the back of Reuel Bible as he left, the whole matter with the angel was still bemusing Leonard Churchill.

But no matter how he pondered over it, he couldn’t understand it.

After all, he didn’t dare to release the Angel’s soul to ask.

Looking at the empty Underground Palace again, Leonard Churchill felt the transition was overly dramatic.

Just now everyone was here, but now they all ran away.

Suddenly, it felt quite deserted.

He was not in a hurry to go and see the outside excitement, Leonard Churchill glanced at Elder Clinton and his four people at the stele and pursed his lips.

He didn’t want to join the crowd.

Since Elder Clinton didn’t call him over, he decided it was best not to be curious about what was engraved on the stele for now.

In an instant, Leonard Churchill turned his gaze to the tall Spider-bodied Human-faced Statue, his expression becoming playful.

The overflow of divine power was like a bone-chilling wind from a distance, the Clown mask was already starving and impatient.

No one is disturbing now, cannot he seize the time to devour some?

Who knew when there would be someone else?

Without any delay, Leonard Churchill headed directly towards the statue.

As he walked, the increasingly concentrated Moonlight Divine Power seemed like silver ribbons, gathering towards his face.

Countless moonlights gathered on his thin-as-cicada-wing’s Clown mask, gradually bursting out a dazzling divine light.

As soon as this phenomenon appeared, even the two who were still observing the stele could not help but glance sideways, their expressions varied.

Elder Clinton’s grey eyebrows raised, as if he had expected it, and his expression was gratified.

The Cloak didn’t know what to think again, and muttered to himself: “The legendary JOKER…”