Catastrophe Card King

“…”

Leonard Churchill looked helpless.

This type of formation is designed to prevent scout teams from being annihilated all at once.

He had done his best just now to resolve the battle, but someone had still managed to escape.

The execution power of the Professional Investigation Corps is significantly different from that of casual hunters.

Their presence in the ruins indicated that the ruins were already set up like a grid, with scout teams everywhere.

Being discovered was only natural.

Catherine Carter, being well aware of her legion’s combat power, continued to elaborate. “The appearance of this elite scouting team in the ruins means that an urgent war mobilization must have been issued in the city. My uncles and brothers, at this moment, are probably mobilizing all the power they can to prevent me from returning to the city alive,” she said.

Leonard Churchill listened and appeared nonchalant. Having more enemies did not bother him.

Catherine Carter then remarked, “The only good news is that we haven’t exposed too many of our capabilities just now. The higher-ups in the legion are not certain that it’s us, so they might not send their top experts.”

Having said that, she let out a small sigh. “Let’s go. The first wave of pursuers will arrive soon. It will become troublesome if we get dragged into a fight.”

Leonard Churchill nodded, “Okay.”

Neither said anything further.

After all, they were well-prepared for this situation.

Now that their location had been exposed, their only choice was to try and race out before being surrounded.

However, their actual situation and predicted situation were equally dire.

After all, Catherine Carter, being a Technique Type card master with sustained injuries, wasn’t a fast runner.

It wasn’t long before they noticed that they were being followed by scout soldiers from behind.

Those guys did not appear to have any intent of attacking. They just kept following at a distance.

From one group, it soon grew into several groups.

Being tailed by these well-trained legions, Leonard Churchill and Catherine Carter left a very visible trail behind them.

It wasn’t long before they were stopped by a team of over a hundred men.

…

On the dim streets, the thick fog was pervasive.

The two groups of people confronted each other on the worn-out street.

There were people both at the front and the back.

All that was stuck in the middle were two lone rangers.

As Leonard Churchill laid on Catherine Carter’s back, he looked at the group of people who were not dressed in lionheart uniform, but whose eyes were as sharp as a blade, their expressions were mockingly sly.

The professional legion didn’t give them any chance whatsoever.

They were surrounded and escape was impossible.

Also, Catherine Carter’s expression remained calm.

Looking at the man who was leading the enemy, she removed her gas mask revealing her golden hair and extremely beautiful face. She said coldly, “Lieutenant Colonel Bolton, have you forgotten who I am?”

Although everyone on the enemy side was wearing a gas mask, Catherine Carter recognized every high-ranking commander of the Lionheart Family and could call them out by name.

She immediately recognized this elite servant from her older brother’s household.

Hearing her words, there was a eerie silence among the hundreds of enemies.

Of course, Lieutenant Colonel Bolton dared not answer.

Pretending to be ignorant might excuse him, but if word spread of a servant slaying a high-ranking noble, no one would be able to protect him.

Though they had received orders, no one dare to be the first to hurt the highborn Silver Mist Rose of the Lionheart Family, which they had never dared to affront.

The situation quickly became a stalemate.

On the freezing street, hundreds of gloomy gun barrels were pointed at the two, the killing intent seemed substantial.

They were probably facing the divined fatal predicament before their very eyes.

However, neither of them showed the slightest hint of panic.

At this moment, Leonard Churchill said lightly, “Put me down.”

Catherine Carter knew what he meant.

If they continued to wait, the number of enemies would only increase, which would inevitably lead to a greater disadvantage for the two of them.

If they made their move now, they might still manage to gain a slight upper hand.

The good news was, as they had speculated, no top experts had arrived yet.

The bad news, however, was that this Bolton was a Fourth Tier.

Catherine Carter put Leonard Churchill down, saying at the same time, “I’ll have to use that Demon God Secret Skill.”

Leonard Churchill understood what she meant. She had mentioned using this Demon God Secret Skill back in the Mysterious Realm, a desperate measure that involved striking a deal with a demon god in exchange for her soul.

Use it and death was almost certain.

Although he knew the Elder Miss had made her decision, he still smiled and said finally, “If you get captured alive by these people, you might not necessarily die.”

Hearing these words, Catherine Carter seemed to bristle, replying indifferently, “I told you… I am no caged bird!”

Just as she finished speaking, an inexplicable domineering aura suddenly arose from within her.

Leonard Churchill felt strangely familiar with it… It was like the illusion he saw in the Ghost Building’s dream, sitting atop the highest seat of the Federation.

There she stood, at the pinnacle of power, her gaze looking down upon the world.

As she murmured imperiously, “I am a hero!”

At the end of her life, it was as if she suddenly started radiating a dazzling light.

Like fireworks in the night sky, soaring upwards, brilliant and beautiful.

The reflection of her golden-haired silhouette lingered in Leonard Churchill’s eyes as a sinister and manic smile slowly spread across his face.

The next moment, Catherine Carter let out a resounding cry, “Demonic Solution!”

Upon looking again, a more substantial Illusion of the Demon God materialized behind her.

An indescribable aura instantly enveloped the entire street.

Meanwhile, the musical note Curse Seal on her skin turned from white to brilliant gold.

Catherine Carter was like a rose in full bloom – gorgeous but bewitching.

She was lifted into the mid-air by a strange sound wave, her robe rustling in the wind, and her aura intensifying.

To an extent, it felt as if the will of a Demon God had descended upon the world.

Almost instantaneously, the half-human, half-fish Illusion behind her seemed to come alive, its fingers lightly strumming on the harp.

Suddenly, a mysterious sound that seemed to come from the underworld echoed in the air.

Catherine Carter’s aura had soared to an almost ethereal level, as if she was gently chanting, “The Forbidden Art of the Demon God· Thirteen Sonatas of Death by Themir.”

The face of the Fourth Tier Lieutenant Colonel Bolton across from her turned pale instantly!