Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 876: Chapter 274 Miss Roundhead says, “Throw into the Underworld_2

“Hurry up! We’re almost out!”

“…”

The sunlight today was exceptionally bright, dispelling the despair in people’s hearts.

Survivors near the light gate couldn’t wait to surge toward the exit and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Soon, more and more people followed, most passing through the light gate smoothly.

However, some of them burst into flames as soon as they were exposed to the sunlight.

There were vampires, Silver Moon Believers, and other Believers of the Old Days Deity…

As Leonard Churchill had guessed, the sunlight served to sift through the beliefs.

Anyone with Ancient God Faith was inevitably scorched by the sun.

This barrier was enough to net all the Ancient God Devotees in Sinless City.

Looking at that sun, Leonard Churchill felt an indescribable shock for a moment and understood the meaning of ‘Pursuer of Light’.

At this moment, seeing the light was truly seeing hope.

Although the exit from the Mysterious Realm had appeared, Leonard Churchill’s heart was calm.

Because he knew it was far from over.

Sure enough, not long after the exit of the Mysterious Realm had appeared, the Blood Mist that enveloped the city suddenly began to boil.

Previously just lingering in the lower layers of the city, it now obscured the skies like a sandstorm, turning even the sun to a crimson hue.

And within that blood-colored fog, hundreds of thousands of vampires with huge fleshy wings flapped their way toward the light gate.

Leonard Churchill realized at this sight, was Count Nikola trying to use the Blood Mist to conceal the sun and force his way out?

But before the vampires could get out,

a group of people were already blocking the way.

Barre Shepherd, Merlin, Sophia Jones, the legendary ‘Night Shadow’ Quintu, and guards of several Federation Senators, high-tier card masters from various powers…

Many renowned masters of the Federation voluntarily guarded the exit.

They stood with their backs to the sunshine, their faces resolute as they looked at the vampires in the Blood Mist.

Everyone understood that the Old Days Believers were making a desperate final stand.

And now, someone needed to stay behind to stop them.

Many of them could have left the Mysterious Realm, but more and more chose to stay behind.

Many had died this time; people were relieved to be alive and had all received their own Big Chance.

But everyone knew, if those Ancient God Devotees were let go, all sacrifices would be meaningless, fortune meaningless, power meaningless.

The higher a card master stood, the clearer they saw this point, the heavier the responsibility they felt on their shoulders.

The Card Master Civilization had granted them transcendence; this was what they had to protect.

Not to let Faith Pollution spread unchecked, to become slaves of the Ancient God, to become bloodsucking monsters.

The masters who stayed behind began sniping at the vampires in the Blood Mist, and a fierce battle erupted in an instant.

With the restraint from the masters, the area of several miles around the exit wasn’t covered by the blood mist, giving some lower-tier card masters a chance to get out.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

“…”

The battle quickly reached its most intense state.

The vampires had been preparing for days; today was the day they had been waiting for.

As long as a part of them could escape, it would be a success!

….

Watching Sophia Jones and Barre Shepherd’s figures appear, Leonard Churchill also breathed a sigh of relief.

Still alive, which also meant that they had successfully passed the Advanced Shadow Trial.

But then, seeing the dense vampire figures in the Blood Mist like fish crossing a river, Leonard Churchill’s face revealed a grave expression, thinking, “So many vampires were hiding in Sinless City…”

And yet there had been no hint of them before.

Looking at those faces, many of the vampires were even Federation notables who often appeared in the newspapers.

If not for the magnitude of this disturbance, who knows when these vampires might have completely infiltrated the Federation.

It was Mushroomhead who stepped into the plot himself, attracting one of the founding members of the X Bureau, Count Nikola.

It was clear that the Crimson Believers were willing to pay a hefty price to kill the Pursuer of Light.

After all, the Pursuer of Light’s scheme had caused a great deal of confusion to the other side.

Using the crisis of the Number One Financial Conglomerate of Federation, the Song Family, and some news from the Old Continent, almost all five Senators and some influential figures were lured to Sinless City.

They put on a front that seemed to announce a conclusive battle between high-level combat power and vampires.

It was precisely because Count Nikola knew the Pursuer of Light and understood the need to go all-out, he too chose to concentrate his forces for this battle.

He even used that crucial “Pottery Jar” as a bait.

And it was successful in luring and killing Noah Wright.

However, they didn’t anticipate that the real deadly move was the Mysterious Realm.

Now came the ultimate showdown.

Looking at the increasingly intense battle in the distance, Leonard Churchill’s brows furrowed.

But… if the victory were to be decided merely by force, it seemed to be an even 50/50?

Even with Barre Shepherd there, it wasn’t certain that he could stop Count Nikola, who was also in the Demigod Realm and whose strength was unknown.

At that level of combat, without absolute overwhelming power, it would be hard to decide the outcome quickly.

Given Mushroomhead’s ability to scheme behind the scenes, the final outcome couldn’t possibly all come down to luck, could it?

Just as this thought crossed his mind, a sudden flash of insight struck him: “Right… the Spell Clay Pot!”

He realized a key point.

He might be one of the few who knew both of the existence of the “pottery jar” and that it was the source of contamination.

Everything started with the jar that leaked over a century ago.

For the devotees of the Ancient God, their lives were nothing compared to a “God,” disposable at any moment.