Catastrophe Card King - Chapter 760

Chapter 760: Chapter 245: The Fox Immortal Statue of the White Family

“Huh… why is this skeleton golden?”

“Leonard, do you feel that it’s really strange, like… like looking at the skeleton makes your heart feel… so pressured that you can barely breathe?”

“…”

Leonard pushed aside the rubble, with the three people behind him also coming closer.

Vera Williams’s eyes were immediately drawn to the metallic luster of the skeleton.

After all, under the light illumination, it shone brilliantly, more resembling a pure gold craft than the remains of a human being.

Moreover, it was even more bizarre that looking at this skeleton gave a sense of spiritual dizziness, a subtle, oppressive sensation that made breathing difficult.

If it weren’t for his encounter with Barre Shepherd before, Leonard might not have known what was happening.

But having seen the pinnacle of landscapes with that old senior, he confirmed that this was indeed a human skeleton.

This metallic luster was the manifestation of a skeleton refined to the extreme, and that sense of oppression was the “Divine Power.”

It also meant that this was the corpse of a Super Tier card master.

Even after at least three thousand years had passed, the residual pressure from the bones still made one’s heart palpitate, one could only imagine how high this person’s tier was in life.

Leonard, witnessing a true “Ancient Super Tier” for the first time, felt an inexplicable sense of sentiment and anticipation—Sixth Tier was indeed not the ceiling for card masters!

Vera Williams, a First Tier card master, was still able to hold on looking at the skeleton, only feeling slightly uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, Pigeon, curious, glanced over and, in a few breaths, suddenly rolled her eyes back and slumped over.

Elder Clinton, quick-eyed and quick-handed, supported her, glanced over, and muttered, “No big problem, she just fainted.”

Leonard also felt he had been careless, not considering Pigeon couldn’t withstand the remnants of Divine Power.

However, Vera Williams blinked her eyes, seemingly more curious as to why Leonard looked so solemn, while the Old Man seemed completely unaffected.

…

Leonard didn’t look further at the bones, even though he noticed a small box beside them.

Because the inscriptions on the wall were what mattered more.

At the beginning, Leonard understood; it seemed like the White Family’s ancestors came here to seal a “damaged Disaster Object.”

The subsequent inscriptions on the wall were as follows:

‘That Disaster Object cannot be killed, only sealed. Fortunately, after years of searching in the East Wilderness, we finally found this Mithril Vein. My White Family spared no expense, we were ready for everything. Alas, Calculated Everything, but never anticipated… that the sealing ring already possessed “Spirituality”…’

‘At the critical moment of sealing, the Ring Spirit suddenly burst forth, escaping with a trace of Contamination.’

‘Do not be curious about the origin of the disaster, for merely mentioning Its name is taboo, for now, let’s call it “Crimson Corruption.” Those infected become bloodthirsty monsters…’

“So that’s how it is.”

Reading this, Leonard suddenly understood.

His previous guess wasn’t far off; the source of the vampiric contamination was the Contamination Source sealed in this cave.

However, what exactly was that [Ring]?

He continued to read.

‘Although I severely wounded the Ring Spirit, it will be difficult to recover its Spirituality without a millennium, but it’s inevitably a problem… Plus, I know I have been contaminated and must not leave, so I choose only to end myself here. When it gathers Spirit again, it will surely return. Then, the leak of Contamination will become a scourge to civilization…’

Leonard’s brows furrowed tightly.

What could be so alarming that even a Super Tier powerhouse treated it with such caution?

‘Regrettably, this sealing was absolutely confidential. My White Family’s experts all emerged, and to prevent Contamination from spreading, every one of them was buried here to strengthen the sealing; no outsiders knew of this place… Knowing that there will be future problems, I leave behind a Prospecting Map, waiting for the right person to find it. If you see this information I’ve left, you’ll understand what I’ve said.’

‘Hand it to the descendants of my White Family. Only someone of my White lineage can open this case, or they’ll face misfortune. If my descendants find it, when they open the box, they’ll understand the information I’ve left, and there will be significant reward;’

‘This object is a token of my White Family, entangled in Cause and Effect. If you have taken it, the White Family owes you gratitude, with many thanks; also, there’s a bit of a trust I leave to my descendants, which may also be a great Fortune for you, only… by then, I hope you won’t blame me;’

‘…’

…

In the cave, a very strange scene quietly unfolded.

Leonard, Vera Williams, and Elder Clinton were all tilting their heads, looking at the inscriptions filling the wall.

They included not just Taron Ancient Language but also a mix of “Ancient Taron Language.”

The kind that contained laws, which needed to be comprehended for their meanings from simplified Demon’s language.

Leonard, albeit with difficulty, could mostly understand intermittently, occasionally coming across vocabulary he did not recognize—he could guess the context and grasp some understanding.

Vera Williams, to her dismay, was a “Taron Ancient Language Apprentice” and could only understand a portion, not more than that.

So, she was quite lost.

Elder Clinton merely glanced over it casually, but it seemed as if he understood more of the message, his eyes reflecting a subtle depth.

Soon after finishing the reading, Leonard’s frown not only did not disappear, it deepened even further.

The content on the wall had clarified some doubts.

Such as the origin of the [Prospecting Map].

Leonard had previously found it strange—how could a mining map have such sophisticated encryption and use Taron Ancient Language?

After all, in this era, true experts fully versed in ancient text could be counted on one hand.

Now, seeing this, it wasn’t what he thought—an old language just to increase decryption difficulty by the cartographer—rather, the person who left the map was a Super Tier from the Taron era.