Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 874: Chapter 273: Ring Spirit Little Bat_3

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After returning to the underground, Leonard Churchill separated from Sophia Jones.

Sophia Jones needed to heal her injuries and then try to break through her own limits and deal with the “Advanced Shadow”.

That kind of trial, even below legend tier, couldn’t be of any help.

And for the time being, Leonard Churchill still didn’t have confidence in facing his own shadow.

He wanted to absorb enough Extraordinary Traits.

Fortunately, the New King of Orlan had also lent a hand—the whole city’s monsters went berserk, and they were highly centralized.

Leonard Churchill found it very smooth to kill them.

Six-Knife City boasted the sharpest tool for monster eradication.

He cleared a safe area and then proceeded to the next location. Even when encountering tough Catastrophes, he had a way to retreat.

But the tier of the monsters and rewards were directly related; the stronger they were, the better the loot.

The low-tier monsters in the sewers were generally of lower tiers, and occasionally, Leonard Churchill would go to the surface to find some.

After killing a great number, he gradually discovered a pattern.

He would venture out at sunrise, see where there were many NPCs, and if they looked formidable, he would avoid them as much as possible.

The monster groups after nightfall essentially reflected the daytime distribution.

And so Leonard Churchill kept on grinding.

Although there were a few close calls with mortal danger, he had good escape routes prepared and managed to survive unscathed.

After hunting a few Third Tier Catastrophes, he looted several practical fighting secret books; “Temporary Comprehension” increased a little, “Luck” by two points.

And with the blessing of his extremely high Enlightenment, his comprehension of “Intention” grew even more proficient, and his sense of crisis was much stronger than before.

As a result, the danger he faced grew smaller and smaller.

Days passed in a blur.

Leonard Churchill spent his days either grinding monsters or on the run, in a rather sorry state.

His attributes continued to rise.

As time went by, the Mysterious Realm also underwent daily changes.

The Power of Fear that enveloped the entire city began to weaken, the Moon’s Contamination lessened, and the Silver Moon God Tree slowly withered away.

The most apparent change was the increased duration of sunlight.

On the first day, the sun rose for a minute;

On the second day, for a quarter hour;

On the third day, for two hours;

On the fourth day, for seven hours;

On the fifth day…

On the seventh day, light and dark balanced out.

What was curious, the Moon’s Contamination was cleared away by sunlight.

Leonard Churchill also understood what the Pursuers of Light had done; they used the rules of the Mysterious Realm to completely resolve the issue of Faith Pollution.

Neither the Silver Moon Sect nor the Crimson Sect’s followers could be exposed to sunlight for long.

As long as they were exposed to the sun for a sufficiently long period, it was enough to weed out all the Ancient God Devotees hidden among the people.

Of course, there weren’t many survivors to begin with.

However, Leonard Churchill knew the problem was far from over.

The “jar” had been in X Bureau’s possession for who knows how long, and the Vampire issue was much larger than that of the Silver Moon Sect.

Count Nikola, who had transcended legend tier from the very beginning, had not shown up since his first appearance.

Leonard Churchill always felt that he was biding his time for something big.

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On this day, Leonard Churchill continued his monster hunting.

In the dimness of the Ruined Building, a huge pile of monster corpses had accumulated.

Leonard Churchill was absorbing Extraordinary Traits from a Second Tier A-ranked Catastrophe corpse when suddenly, his fingers trembled slightly.

“Huh?”

Leonard Churchill looked down and saw the God-stealing Ring on his left middle finger begin to move.

What did this mean?

Leonard Churchill watched the slightly trembling ring with some confusion.

He knew that this ring possessed “Spirituality”.

But a hundred years ago in the Mithril Ore mine, after the Ring Spirit was seriously injured by the King Snake, another one was sealed by Vera Williams in the Secret Box.

A hundred years had passed, and it seemed to have recovered very little.

There had been no response in the past few days, but now it stirred?

Leonard Churchill didn’t have to wait long to find out why.

At that moment, strands of blood-colored mist drifted in.

Leonard sniffed at the nauseating stench of blood, immediately identifying it as the smell of the “Corrupt Blood Mediator”!

Enlightenment was hinting that this Blood Mist carried a heavy contamination.

He instantly understood something, “Count Nikola is up to something!”

That guy was genuinely beyond Legend, and in the whole Mysterious Realm, apart from Barre Shepherd, Leonard couldn’t think of anyone who could be his match.

But because Nikola was so high-end, Leonard felt little sense of crisis.

At this moment, what he cared more about was the ring.

Leonard himself was already contaminated and didn’t feel the Blood Mist was affecting him.

He watched the Blood Mist drift in, and then a magical scene occurred.

The Blood Mist silently gathered on the “God Stealer Ring” in his hand.

Like a smoke fiend inhaling and exhaling clouds, the ring… was actually absorbing the Blood Mist?

“What’s going on?”

Leonard furrowed his brows, guessing that the Ring Spirit was absorbing the Blood Mist.

The Ring Spirit itself was contaminated with Crimson Corruption; whoever wore it would also be contaminated and become a Crimson Believer.

But Leonard couldn’t be contaminated by faith.

Moreover, in the beginning, the Ring Spirit had chosen to acknowledge a master in order to survive, forming a “Master-servant Contract.”

Which meant that Leonard was the Ring Spirit’s only master, whom it could not defy.

So the question arose, was his priority as master higher, or was it that of the Ancient God?

If it was the latter, Leonard thought it didn’t matter; after all, the Ring Spirit couldn’t harm him or contaminate him, so it seemed to have no effect.

He would wear it as he pleased.

But if it was the former…

The situation became a bit complicated.

Maybe, he could raise a “Little Evil God”?

As he was thinking, the ring absorbed some of the Blood Qi, and suddenly a blood-colored bat the size of a palm materialized.

It took flight, looking at Leonard with a blank stare.

Leonard looked back at it.

The bat’s dim-witted eyes revealed an air of “wisdom,” obviously lacking in spirituality.

The man and bat stared at each other for three seconds.

The bat fluttered its wings and landed on Leonard’s shoulder, rubbing against him as if recognizing its owner.

Leonard also felt the soul-level connection brought by the Master-servant Contract.

Like a puppy recognizing its owner, he felt the little bat’s goodwill and dependence on its master.

He found it fascinating, “Heh, so this is what an Artifact Spirit is like.”

It was like adopting a puppy that had just opened its eyes.

The master was its only dependence.

It felt quite wonderful.

A bat…

Luck?

How about I call you “Prosperity”?

But at the same time, Leonard also discerned a meaning from the transmitted signal: hungry.

Looking around at the Blood Qi everywhere, Leonard asked, “Do you want to absorb these Corrupt Blood Mediators?”

The little bat flapped its wings once.

Yes.

But it wasn’t enough.

At the same time, Leonard received another signal, “Southeast direction?”

He suddenly realized, this direction could possibly be pointing to… the Vampire’s lair!

PS. There is a picture here, second edition Sophia Jones.jpg (waiting for approval).