Catastrophe Card King - Chapter 773

Chapter 773: Chapter 248: The Great Serpent that Lived for 3000 Years_4

“Blood Suction from a Distance?”

Leonard Churchill had thought these vampires needed to bite to draw blood, but they were using magic for bloodsucking without contact?

Blood was being sucked out from his pores, a technique of the Mysterious Type that he normally had no way to counter.

Even most High-Order Card Masters had no way to deal with it.

This move even posed a lethal threat to Leonard Churchill.

But even with such a crisis looming over him, he instinctively wondered if he had the capability to respond.

Wrong, gravitational force?

It was with this thought that Leonard Churchill suddenly came up with something, and a layer of gravitational ripples swirled around his body.

He had actually activated the Demon God Secret Skill “Celestial Godfall”!

Gravitational force pulling towards himself, the blood that had just begun to ooze out actually stopped.

This scene, even the Black Bat opposite was shocked: “???”

It couldn’t understand how its unfailing bloodsucking Secret Skill was suddenly ineffective against this human.

…

But Leonard Churchill’s shock wasn’t any less than that of the vampires.

“Can’t kill them, huh…”

He saw that several attacks failed to kill these two key figures and knew the trouble was significant.

He couldn’t save Vera Williams, and he also couldn’t kill the vampires… The situation was completely unsolvable.

The Fourth Tier Vampire had also stopped giving him chances, flapping its wings and flying towards him.

Just a moment ago, knowing the “outcome,” Leonard Churchill felt no pressure, but now he felt his head growing big.

Was Elder Clinton not making a move now?

What was he waiting for?

It was with this thought that a flash of insight crossed his mind, and Leonard Churchill instantly realized something: Wait for what!

Yes, wait for what!

Having seen Elder Clinton kill a senior ancestor of the White Family with just a word, these vampires’ odd techniques were definitely not a problem.

But having waited this long without making a move, the elder must be waiting for the right moment.

If the vampire minions were not the target, then he could only be waiting for “that one”!

Leonard Churchill had fought in many high-end games by now, and he was well-practiced in the playstyle.

Such beings whose names cannot even be mentioned must not be discussed in advance on how to deal with Them, or else it would be detected.

One must anticipate on their own.

No, they couldn’t even remind or hint at any malice; it was best to act on a spur-of-the-moment thought!

Realizing this, Leonard Churchill immediately understood his purpose: to disrupt the game.

Elder Clinton was waiting for him to make a move, to lure out a being that had not yet shown itself.

His mind was flooded with a myriad of thoughts, yet in reality, only an instant had passed.

Leonard Churchill caught a glimpse of the Pottery Jar inside the shattered pyramid from the corner of his eye; suddenly changing the angle of his leap, his body sharply changed direction and he charged towards the jar.

He wouldn’t be corrupted by Faith Pollution, and as for that Crimson Corruption… he’d deal with that after trying!

First, he would grab the jar and disrupt the Sacrifice Ceremony!

Almost at the instant of this thought, the being inside the jar seemed to have immediately sensed it, and an oppressive force like a heavy hammer slammed into Leonard Churchill’s soul.

Enlightenment thunders:

“You are exempt from a direct ‘Crimson Corruption·Seadinth’ Faith Pollution attack”

“You have been struck by Divine Power, Mental Confusion +9, Consciousness Damage +25”

“…”

At such close range, Leonard Churchill felt as if his soul was a glass bottle smashed on the ground, shattered by this invisible blow and his consciousness almost fragmented.

Luckily, having spent several months in the intensively spiritually polluted environment of the Upper State Prison Mine, his Mental Power was now exceptionally strong.

This blow stunned him.

But he hadn’t lost consciousness.

And the moment he saw Enlightenment manifest, he grinned, baring his teeth: “Hehe…”

He had guessed right.

The “being” hiding in the jar had made a move.

This being apparently sensed some hidden crisis and hadn’t dared to show itself.

But now, someone threatened Its Sacrifice Ceremony and had no choice but to act.

This action immediately exposed Its presence.

…

Leonard Churchill wasn’t knocked unconscious and was still charging at the jar.

The vampires behind him couldn’t stop him at all, and he was just about to touch the jar.

Suddenly, a Crimson tendril lashed out from the blood pool like lightning.

Leonard Churchill saw it, but the move was so fast that his body had no time to react; it “swooshed” through and pierced his abdomen.

And it wasn’t over yet!

The tendril, having run him through, yanked him down, plunging him into the churning, foul-smelling blood pool.

Blood splashed around him, and Leonard Churchill saw only Crimson before his eyes.

But as he fell backwards into the blood pool, his pupils dilated again: “This… can’t be?”

Because at that moment, he saw the Dragon-Scaled King Serpent coiled on the ceiling above began to open its eyes!

This was a living Dragon-Scaled King Serpent!

Still alive…

Meaning that it had been guarding this Divine Temple for at least three thousand years?

No wonder Leonard Churchill was surprised; he couldn’t fathom how powerful this enormous creature, at least three hundred meters long, must be.

He had thought that Elder Clinton would be the one to act, but he wasn’t.

But he’d finally seen a direction for breaking through the situation.

Leonard Churchill smirked, revealing a mouthful of bloody teeth, thinking: “Hehe, the first leader of the White Family really did leave a backup plan, huh…”

In a flash of thought, his body had already plummeted into the blood pool.

The plasma washed over him, enveloping him like magma, and he felt a severe burning pain from the Crimson Corruption.

Having sustained a fatal injury, Leonard Churchill had no choice but to use the “Curse of Immortality”.