Catastrophe Card King - Chapter 684

Chapter 684: Chapter 226: Demon God Forbidden Skill·God-Controlling Court_2

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The two of them just watched from the rock wall.

The Orlan Remnants began to arrange a barrier.

…

The crown on the head of the New King of Orlan shone with a blue ghostly light, as if its luminescence was driving away the darkness, and the dense Mental Pollution around them was being repelled.

Then, the man jumped into the deep pit alone, his purpose unknown.

Leonard Churchill watched the crown and guessed that this might not just be the key to control the chains of the Gold-digging Dock, but likely also an important artifact of inheritance from the Taren Dynasty three thousand years ago.

It wasn’t long before the silver-haired youth leaped out of the pit, carrying a bunch of dry bones and decayed armor.

At this moment, the super-tier Spell Barrier arranged by the cloaked figures on the ground was also completed.

Even though the tier of the nine-pointed star barrier was frighteningly high, Leonard Churchill could make out some clues from the Curse symbols that gradually lit up on the barrier, thinking to himself, “Spirit Communication Skill?”

He didn’t know what kind of existence such a complex Barrier was meant to communicate with.

But previously, those Orlan Remnants had made the entire Lion City provide a source of fear to meld with the Demon Mark, by any means necessary to achieve their goal.

The scale of the preparation made it clear this was no simple matter.

Barre Shepherd, standing by his side, also furrowed his brows and his eyes sparked with a cold glint, seemingly contemplating whether to eliminate this dangerous origin once and for all.

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In an instant, the nine points of the large Spell Barrier lit up, casting a dim blue glow.

The silver-haired youth slit his wrist, letting his blood flow into the array, with the Iron Thorn Crown above his head shining brilliantly, and the illusion of the King behind him exuding its presence to the extreme…

Leonard Churchill watched intently.

After all, such grand spectacles were rare.

The silver-haired youth kept muttering indistinct incantations, and after a moment, he finally shouted, “Invincible Taron Army, your king has returned!”

The voice echoed through the entire mine, boosted by the array.

It was solemn and majestic, domineering and authoritative.

It was as if one could see an emperor commanding the world, summoning his invincible army.

However, this was no mere sound wave, but an “Invocation Incantation”!

This cry of “your king has returned” resonated not just through the space but also spread and penetrated into the rock wall.

As if it had pierced through this world and reached an otherworldly realm.

Leonard Churchill did not understand, but Barre Shepherd’s pupils contracted slightly and he muttered in disbelief, “Is this guy summoning ghost soldiers?”

This was no ordinary Spirit Communication Skill; it was a summoning of creatures from the Underworld!

When Leonard Churchill heard this, he gave a startled look.

He had thought that the New King of Orlan was communicating with some Undead Spirit creature, but who would have expected the man to aim so high, directly invoking ghost soldiers?

Just as he wondered if there had been a mistake,

from the pitch-black pit, a grayish Death Air surged forth.

Within the mist, the illusion of an immensely grand copper gate started to appear.

It was the mere appearance of this gate that seemed to fold the very space around it.

The gate was adorned with a variety of strange ghostly illusions, making one feel an indescribable sense of despair and stillness with just a glance.

Enlightenment prompted him involuntarily: “Having heard the unknown whispers from the Underworld, you’ve touched a ‘Divine Trace’, Spirit confusion +3.”

On the huge copper gate, there was engraved a string of unfamiliar yet mesmerizing script.

This was the timeless admonition from the mythic Gate of the Underworld: “All hope abandon, ye who enter here.”

Upon seeing this, Leonard Churchill couldn’t help but remark to himself, “So it is the legendary Gate of the Underworld…”

After all, this was a true “Divine Trace.”

Ordinary Spirit Communication Skills, whether summoning Undead Spirits or something else, target beings of this realm.

But this Spell had opened the Gate of the Underworld.

This was the true ‘Forbidden Technique’ of legend.

After all, communicating with another world risks attracting the attention of some great terror from that realm, and one careless move could lead to disaster.

Upon rethinking the arrangement of the barrier earlier, the “Spade K” Mark, crown, bloodline, dry bones… it seemed like some directional summoning ritual?

He vaguely remembered seeing something similar in the Secret Skills Classic Books that Tracy Garcia had given him, thinking to himself, “Directional Spirit Communication, minimizing the risk…”

Indeed, these Orlan Remnants had too many super-tier secrets in their possession.

…

Watching the great commotion unfolding before them, both Leonard Churchill and Barre Shepherd fell silent.

The current situation seemed to be headed towards “out of control.”

The Orlan Remnants had opened the Gate of the Underworld, and whatever they summoned would inevitably have a revolutionary impact on the current Federation.

However, the organization was too late to intervene.

With the Gate of the Underworld open, killing the Spellcaster now would only make the problem worse if the array went out of control.

The two of them just watched.

So did the silver-haired young King, with a sovereign’s demeanor, watching as well.

Waiting until the grand copper gate illusion opened wide enough, suddenly “clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop…” sounds of horse hooves echoed in the mine.

They became clearer and more frequent.

As if a perfectly arranged army of thousands were marching closer, the mere sound of their approach brought an increasingly oppressive feeling.

Leonard Churchill watched intently as one by one, ghost knights stepped out from the gate.

They wore matching armor, rode great flame-steeds, and exuded a fearsome air all around them.

Barre Shepherd, recognizing them, said, “These are the elite Royal Guards from three thousand years ago, the Moon Cross Knight Legion, of the Taren Dynasty.”

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