Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 860: Chapter 270: Puppeteer? Old Man Strikes Four!

Barre Shepherd glanced at the four “Knights Below the King” who were bristling with killing intent.

The previously lazy and indolent look in his eyes finally swept away the muddiness, sharp cold light flashing forth.

Still, he was in no rush to make a move.

While gathering air, he also carefully observed the fluctuations in the air flow of each person.

“Four-eyed Weird Monk” Karan, “Forbidden Curse Master” Jolin, “Red Dragon” Hogan, and a Puppet Master “Puppeteer” Domingo, who had never shown his face to the world before.

The first three, no matter how strong, were still within expectations.

But that cloaked Puppet Master gave Barre Shepherd an unfathomable feeling.

Suddenly, over a hundred puppets appeared, their joints creaking and groaning.

Though they were but lifeless objects, their wooden eyeballs rolling around, they all focused on Barre Shepherd.

The old man’s expression remained unchanged.

Observers, on the other hand, felt a chilling sensation on their backs.

It was as if countless ghosts and undead spirits were watching, sending shivers down their spines.

It wasn’t an illusion.

These puppets, indeed, had cursing spirits sealed within them.

Barre Shepherd, watching these puppets appear en masse, smacked his lips and said, “The stuff of legend, the ‘Trickster’ Sequence of the Six-Tier Profession ‘Puppeteer’? This branch is quite rare indeed. I thought this sequence had become extinct after the battle two hundred years ago when ‘Odd Puppeteer’ Yami died… Puppets forming an army, one man destroying a nation. Tsk, I didn’t expect to have the fortune to witness it today…”

His tone was genuinely reflective.

As if he was seeing a legendary sequence come out of history.

Encountering such an opponent was very exciting.

With just one look, the old man gave his opponent a high degree of affirmation, adding, “To control a hundred with one, your skill level is no less than that of the Puppet Master from two hundred years ago.”

This was said to be a performance only Gods and Demons could see.

The Puppeteer, playing with Gods.

Mere mortals would see it, with death as the only end.

This guy’s strength wasn’t just in his tier, but in his inheritance.

The lineage of Puppet Masters wielded secret skills to make all sorts of cursing spirit puppets.

Inside the Orlan Royal Family, there was no shortage of super-tier materials.

If you really want to manipulate super-tier puppets, it’s still quite troublesome.

Card masters from the [ 7-Artistry] pathway all carried an air of gentlemanly dignity.

Unlike the other three Knights Below the King, “Puppeteer” Domingo always maintained a gentle and elegant demeanor.

His tone seemed not as if he was speaking to an enemy in a life-or-death struggle, but rather as if he had met a friend, smiling and saying, “Your praise is too kind, senior. This meager ability of mine is far inferior to my grandfather’s level.”

As he spoke, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he continued, “A little trick not worthy of attention… please instruct me, senior.”

Though his words were polite, his actions were swift.

In the midst of speaking, the Curse Cards in his hands had already dissipated, and a faint chant followed: “Puppet Secret Technique · Array of a Hundred Weapons!”

In an instant, he reached up with his hand, and countless blue Curse Power Threads stretched from his fingertips to the puppets that appeared around him.

These puppets were clad in extravagant gowns, not bearing weapons but various musical instruments instead.

They did not resemble an army of puppets,

But rather a court orchestra.

Domingo, appearing to wait for his senior’s move, slightly lifted the corners of his mouth in a gentlemanly smile.

His deep voice suddenly altered into a melodramatic announcement, shrill and eerie, “Ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy my performance, tonight’s drama… ‘The Choir of the Baron of Hell.'”

These words seemed to carry magic, awakening the cursing spirits dormant within the puppets.

The puppets all started to move together, playing and singing as if opening a stage play.

With the sounds of a beautiful accompaniment rising, the twenty-puppet choir began singing in clear, melodious tones a terrifying nursery rhyme, “Three big rats, around the table they spin… Down comes the knife to chop off their tails, and poke out the big blind eyes… Candles fall, burn and blaze, smashing everything to splattered demise…”

Barre Shepherd watched and clicked his tongue in admiration, “Quite interesting…”

This spell was one he had never seen before.

And he couldn’t see the mystery behind it.

But in his eyes, there were not just people.

There was also flowing ‘air’.

All things possess air.

…

The onlookers around couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening.

Barre Shepherd, who had lived for over a century, had never seen this technique, let alone the bystanders.

Puppet Masters were already uncommon in the Professional Sequence,

And no one had seen a “Puppeteer” of the Legendary Realm.

Everyone’s eyes were filled with confusion: What should have been a fierce battle has suddenly turned into a stage play?

And the artistic quality was extraordinarily high!

Melodious music drifted through the air, giving one a sense of relaxation like a lullaby on a lazy afternoon.@@novelbin@@

As they listened, they found themselves unintentionally immersed in it.

It was really quite enchanting…

Within that mellifluous melody, it seemed as though souls found comfort.

Even Leonard Churchill was so captivated at the moment, unaware his pupils were dilating.

However, Sophia Jones at his side drastically changed color and shouted sharply, “Run!”

Forcing down her injuries, she pulled Leonard Churchill and quickly retreated.

Leonard Churchill seemed to awaken from a dream in that instant, realizing what had happened, “That ‘Nursery Rhyme’ can paralyze the spirit with a lullaby?”

Just as the two had retreated a hundred meters away, a bizarre scene unfolded.

Upon awakening from the daze, one could see the puppet choir’s singing as visible sound waves rippling through the air.

At that moment, the air rippled like water waves, extending to the nearby largeness area.

Upon a closer look, all the buildings in the street vibrated in unison with the rhythm of the music.

One might even think the houses were “dancing.”