Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 879: Chapter 274 Miss Roundhead says, “Throw into the Underworld_5

Thrown into the Underworld?

As soon as Leonard Churchill heard this proposed method, the corner of his eye twitched: had this girl’s methods become so fierce now?

Oh, right.

He immediately thought of Tracy Garcia blending in with the shadow soldiers and coming out of The Gate of the Underworld in Upper State Prison.

It seemed that Miss Roundhead, who once needed his protection, had now become very, very formidable.

Tracy didn’t finish her sentence and tilted her head to look at Leonard Churchill.

Her bright eyes shone not just with their former innocence and romance, but also with the light of true wisdom.

She then asked, “But it seems Mr. Leonard Churchill has another method?”

She guessed that since Leonard Churchill could come here smoothly, he must have a way.

If he dared to come here, he must have some method of his own to solve problems.

Leonard Churchill nodded and said directly, “Hmm. I can absorb the divinity on this pillar, and I can devour the Extraordinary Traits of the blood pool… it’s just that I don’t know whether it will cause trouble.”

Tracy listened with wide eyes full of surprise and delight, “Wow… Mr. Leonard Churchill, since when did you become so powerful? You can absorb Divinity?”

The surprise was genuine.

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After all, no one understood the terror of “Divine Action” and “Ancient God Contamination” better than her line of High Priests.

And yet someone could absorb it? And it was her friend to boot.

Just like in their former adventures, Miss Roundhead would always let out a fangirl-like gasp at Leonard Churchill’s sudden game-changing abilities.

And now was no different.

Even though she had also become very strong.

Previously, Leonard Churchill would listen without blushing.

But now…

He gave the girl a white look, “Tracy, you’re the really powerful one, okay?”

The sheer boldness of that “throw into the Underworld” method, I truly don’t understand now.

“Huh?”

Tracy clearly understood the look in Leonard Churchill’s eyes, as if it was a belated realization.

Then she grinned, showing her cute little fangs, her face radiating with the joy of being praised, “Eh, I’m alright.”

The little Spirit Communicator who always required everyone else’s protection during their adventures, could now lend a hand as well.

But the two had a friendship forged through life-threatening situations, no need for any pretensions.

Tracy looked at the blood pool and patted her plump chest confidently, speaking with an unprecedented confident tone, “There will definitely be some noise. But with me here, I’ll cover for you!”

“Hmm.”

Leonard Churchill watched her expression and smiled without saying a word.

Clearly very powerful, and yet that cute and clumsy expression… that contrast makes it easy to underestimate her.

…

With an unexpected ally popping up, Leonard Churchill felt the chances of success had increased greatly.

Even if he had been alone, he was prepared to act.

Tracy fiddled in front of the armored person for a bit, reinforcing the spirit confusion.

“Mr. Leonard Churchill, how long do you think you need?”

“At least one hour.”

“Okay. You go ahead and devour at ease. I’ll try to deal with the other problems.”

“…”

Leonard Churchill stepped up next to the blood pool.

To him, the blood pool was now thick like sulfuric acid—it wasn’t a big problem.

The little bat on his shoulder joyfully dove headfirst into the blood pool.

The blood pool was full of very high Quality “Corrupted Bloodlines” and also contained Divinity.

This was probably the result of Count Nikola using the X Bureau’s power and advantage to prepare for many years.

This was the highest quality Extraordinary Trait that Leonard Churchill had ever seen.

Fortunately, he had raised his Feast skill to Lv4 after killing the Shadow, which increased the efficiency of devouring by several times; otherwise, the vast pool of blood would indeed cause a deep sigh.

Leonard Churchill cast aside the random thoughts in his mind and began devouring right away.

The notifications of Enlightenment came flooding in, like a screen being rapidly refreshed.

‘You have used Feast Devour, vitality and blood +0.03’

‘You have used Feast Devour, strength +0.002’

‘Feast Devour, Tenacity+’…

‘…’

The Extraordinary Traits were so dense that nearly every mouthful was as potent as absorbing a Third or Fourth Tier Catastrophe.

Especially the physique and vitality and blood attributes—they were skyrocketing before his very eyes.

And the Clown mask kept absorbing Divinity from the “[X-331-One-Eyed Ancient God Stone Statue]” without stopping.

The colors on the Clown mask deepened bit by bit.

….

Leonard Churchill’s method created much less of an uproar than Tracy’s suggested “throw into the Underworld.”

At least for a short while, they went completely unnoticed.

The two of them were like hamsters that had burrowed a hole under the granary, stealthily pilfering the corrupted material the Crimson Sect had stored for years.

At first, the theft was too little to notice.

But later, as the granary visibly decreased, those outside immediately became aware.

On the surface.

At this moment, a host of card masters and a vampire army were fiercely engaged in battle around the exit.

Taking advantage of the self-healing prowess of the Blood Mist, the vampires pressed ever closer to the portal leading out of the Mysterious Realm.

The card masters’ advantage was dwindling in this war of attrition.

But at a certain moment, everyone realized that the Blood Mist had significantly thinned.

And it continued to fade!

While others hadn’t yet grasped what was happening, a group secretly watching the battle sharply sensed something amiss.

In a building, the New King of Orlan, Arthur, looking at the diminishing Blood Mist, had eyes filled with gloomy anger, muttering coldly to himself, “Someone has invoked Divinity? Haha… Priest Garcia, just how much trouble have you hidden from me!”

He had partial authority over the Mysterious Realm and immediately felt the change.

In his eyes, only the High Priest line of the Orlan Royal Court could have achieved this.

Thinking this, Arthur’s rage was uncontrollable.

He didn’t want to see the people of the Crimson Sect escape, but he could tolerate betrayal even less!

PS. There’s a picture here, Miss Roundhead.JPG (pending review) I personally think it matches the story, everyone is welcome to suggest better matches.