Catastrophe Card King - Chapter 685

Chapter 685: Chapter 226: Demon God Forbidden Skill·God-Controlling Court_3

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As he witnessed the Spirit Object’s emergence, he also breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that it wasn’t some catastrophic being. Then he added, “The power of that New King of Orlan isn’t too strong, and the tier of the Death Knights he can summon isn’t outrageously high. However, these Knights are indestructible, which makes them tough to deal with.”

“…”

Leonard Churchill didn’t need to be told, as he was already familiar with them.

Not to mention the knight patterns on the murals, hadn’t he encountered those S-class Catastrophes, the Secret Keepers, in the Grand Cemetery Labyrinth, with exactly the same appearance?

Moreover, due to the limitations in the Alternate Dimension at that time, those Catastrophes were only Second Tier.

But now, looking at this Undead Army, the ranks were uniformly Fourth or Fifth Tier…

And the tiers of those emerging later were becoming even higher.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Death Knights had densely filled the entire mine, some even floating in mid-air, arranged neatly, layer upon layer, creating an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Even because their numbers were so great, those Death Knights accumulated not far in front of Leonard Churchill and his companion.

Luckily, Barre Shepherd was there, sealing off all traces of their presence, preventing the two from being discovered.

The summoning couldn’t last forever; with the prepared materials and Energy Baryte exhausted, the glow from the array below dimmed gradually.

In an instant, The Gate of the Underworld also became more and more illusory, eventually vanishing from sight.

Finally, it was over.

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Leonard Churchill and Barre Shepherd both sighed in relief.

No perilous beings had escaped from the Underworld, which was the best outcome they could have hoped for.

But before them, there was now a dense accumulation of thousands of Death Knights.

This number, this quality, this momentum…

With this Invincible Army, the Orlan Dynasty had transformed in an instant, from fugitives scattered everywhere into a “top force” capable of contending with the Federation.

At this moment, Leonard Churchill could imagine how the great nobles of the Federation would have a headache upon learning of this army’s existence.

That silver-haired King also seemed to think the same, looking proudly at his loyal Knights, he laughed arrogantly.

Barre Shepherd, observing this situation, muttered, “The ambition of these Orlan Remnants is quite big… what exactly is Merlin thinking?”

Hearing the tone, Leonard Churchill knew that the old predecessor had only now realized the strength of the Orlan Remnants.

The surprise was normal, given that these Old Era Remnants who had fled for two hundred years had not really shown themselves before.

When they did reveal themselves, they had already become forces to be reckoned with.

However, for some reason, Leonard Churchill’s mind suddenly thought of the last time the Queen of Orlan was ambushed and killed.

The ambitious Queen of the Orlan Remnants, who had wanted to stand in the spotlight for the first time, was killed.

The involvement of the Thirteen Knights wasn’t just about helping Camilla exact revenge.

The behind-the-scenes situation didn’t seem as simple as it appeared.

A thought flickered through his mind, and for some reason, Leonard Churchill suddenly focused his gaze on a certain individual among the Knight army.

“Eh…”

As if drawn by some psychic connection, he spotted it in one glance.

Even though the Death Knights all looked the same, at this moment, Leonard Churchill felt that the one he was looking at was different.

He thought it was an illusion.

Then, an absurd scene unfolded!

The Death Knight Leonard Churchill had been looking at, as if sensing his gaze, actually turned its head and glanced at him.

In those hollow eye sockets burning with soul fire, it seemed as if Churchill saw a hint of expression, as if greeting him: Hello?

Leonard Churchill: “???”

What was happening!

Was it an illusion caused by Mental Pollution?

Barre Shepherd, who was beside him, also noticed this and said curiously, “Huh… there’s actually a living person mixed in.”

Upon hearing this, Leonard Churchill knew it wasn’t his imagination.

But… a living person?

Before he could figure it out, Barre Shepherd asked, “Do you know her?”

Leonard Churchill didn’t understand what he meant, “Huh?”

Barre Shepherd explained, “Logically, that person shouldn’t have been able to detect us. But she has, and the only possibility I can think of is that she knows you. Moreover, there must be something on you that’s connected to her.”

As he spoke, the old man didn’t forget to express his amazement, “Wow… this method is interesting. A living person has actually crawled out from The Gate of the Underworld.”

“Someone I know?”

When Leonard Churchill heard this, he searched his mind and suddenly thought of someone: Auntie Garcia?

The only person he could think of who would have such unfathomable abilities was High Priest Orlan.

But why would she, the High Priest, not be aiding the New King and instead be mingling among the Death Knights?

Since she had infiltrated secretly, she must have some clandestine purpose.

Perhaps, sabotage.

….

As expected!

Just as Churchill had this thought, it happened.

The Death Knight that had exchanged a glance with him quietly took out a Card.

Seeing this, Leonard Churchill’s eyes twitched as he finally believed: so it really was a living person.

Below in the mine, several cloaked figures were busy setting up another reverse Spirit Communication Array, apparently intending to collect this enormous Undead Spirit Army.

At that moment, the Card in the “impostor’s” hand suddenly shattered.

And earlier within the Undead Army, a Spirit Communication Array had already appeared.

At the same time, behind the “impostor,” the figure of a Demon God wielding the trident of the sea god, with fish tail and serpentine hair, manifested.

The Diamond 4-Spirit Communicator pointed to that very Demon God ‘Lord of Thousands Demons, Fozekus’!

That she could use a Spirit Communication Array and be a Spirit Communicator was only logical.

But the spectacle didn’t end there!

No sooner had the Demon God’s Phantom appeared than the “impostor’s” Spell was ready. As the Card in her hand disintegrated, a phantom array of buildings suddenly appeared in the air above the mine.

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