Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 947: Chapter 293: Griff Green Copper Ore Area

“Brothers, charge with me!”

“Don’t get entangled, fight our way out!”

“…”

The Rebellion Army’s over two thousand brave warriors tore a gap through the military’s steel defenses, and a melee combat instantly unfolded.

Most of the people breaking through were battle-hardened gladiators with notable combat power, and their resolve for a do-or-die fight made them unstoppable.

They shot forward like arrows released from their bows, cutting through the wind.

However, the equipment of the military side was clearly several levels superior.

Uniform high-tier armor, various high-tier cards, Magic Energy Mechanical Equipment…

And with well-trained battle formations, their combat power was extraordinary.

When the two thousand charged into the formation of ten thousand, it was like flesh churning in a meat grinder, with someone dying every second.

Batis, the leader, was at the forefront, attracting the most intense firepower.

This Fifth Tier samurai’s combat power was unmatched, slashing wildly with his Twin-bladed Crescent Knives.

The blade aura swept across dozens of meters, each strike guaranteed to leave a trench of equal length on the ground. The targets, whether Heavy Armored Black Knights or Mechanical Warriors, were all cut in two.

With several High Tier gladiators coordinating silently by his side, they were like a sharp spearhead, unstoppable.

This relentless charge, with no concern for retreat, also sent the military’s ten thousand-strong legion into disarray.

Their mission was to break through and attract firepower, not to engage in protracted fights; within moments, they had burst through the first steel defense line.

Among the group, Leonard Churchill and Alice followed closely without hesitation.

Leonard Churchill’s and his companion’s mission was to keep breaking through with the main force, enduring the brunt of the battle.

The danger was immediate, and

Just in the brief moment they broke through the defense line, the two thousand-plus Rebellion Army had lost nearly one-tenth of their number.

In such a situation, they could only charge all the way to the end, as anyone who fell behind was certain to die.

Their target was also clear, to follow “Goron.”

In such a battle, Third and Fourth Tier card masters could be killed instantly, yet this guy was unbelievably lucky.

Leonard Churchill had been observing him closely.

From a god’s-eye view, he also saw many more intriguing details.

Despite not being the strongest, protected by a hero fate, swords and spears seemed to have eyes, always missing Goron by a stroke of luck as he narrowly avoided them.

This guy’s destiny line was extraordinarily tough.

This made Leonard Churchill even more convinced of his hypothesis, “Before becoming a hero,” heroes are blessed by fate.

It was probably like the effect of his own “Gambler of Misfortune” entry, always lucky in desperate situations.

On the other hand, Alice was not only watching Goron, but she also kept an eye on Leonard Churchill.

Initially, she had wanted to protect this East Wilderness spy who risked his life to help them.

But to her surprise, it seemed like he didn’t need her help at all?

At the moment, Leonard Churchill was just focused on riding his motorcycle without using any cards.

But around him hovered six scalpels gleaming with cold light.

It was these six spirit scalpels that, in the brief moments of combat, had brought unexpectedly significant results with their minimal effort.

The cold light moved nimbly and covertly, slipping into the gaps of shields and armor, silently killing more than a dozen enemies who tried to block the way.

They looked inconspicuous, even unnoticeable in the crowd.

In some ways, not only had she not protected him, but it was his precise flying knife kills that had allowed her to break through more safely.

Well, this low-key approach did fit the characteristics of a “spy.”

Low key yet deadly.

“This guy’s Mental Power control skills are really exaggerated…”

Alice couldn’t help but be amazed internally.

Being of the Witch Sequence, which specializes in Mental Power, she recognized the frightening proficiency in the skill with which he controlled the flying knives, confirming to herself, “So, is he indeed a card master from the Wisdom Sequence?”

With such ability, no wonder he was so composed.

Alice felt like she was beginning to understand.

She was confident in controlling objects with Mental Power too, but managing six flying knives with such finesse was something she admitted she couldn’t do.

….

It was in the instant of Alice’s contemplation that she saw Leonard Churchill’s eyes also shift towards her.

When their eyes met, Alice read an “excitement” and “ferocity” under his calm gaze, as well as an inexplicable “terror”!

“What kind of monsters are hiding inside this guy’s heart?!”

Alice’s clear eyes trembled in an instant.

It was then that she realized, even after understanding, it seemed she understood nothing at all.

She had noticed that there was something off about Leonard Churchill’s Mental Power before, but it had seemed very mild then. Like a circus-trained wild beast, it was fierce in appearance but not terrifying.

However, at this moment, Alice found that something had changed!

The demons in that guy’s heart had broken out of their cages!

How could he sustain such a chaotic mental state without going mad?

Alice was shocked to her core.

If it hadn’t been for Leonard Churchill’s apparent normalcy, she might have thought she was seeing someone suffering from Mental Deformation.

Just with that single glance, Leonard Churchill’s lips curled into a sinister smile, stretching up to his ear, “Heh heh…”

Seeing that familiar, yet strange, smiling face, it was like watching dozens of demons grinning at her, their gaze as if warning her: Don’t pry into other people’s secrets!

She even felt that if she harbored the slightest ill intent, those entities would pounce to tear her to shreds.

Alice felt a chill down her spine, even thinking this guy in front of her was more dangerous than the enemies surrounding them.

Leonard Churchill smirked mischievously.

Though he knew she held no malice, neither did he.