Catastrophe Card King - Chapter 1622

Chapter 1622: Chapter 492 Domain*Fuming Mountain Thunder Prison!_3 Chapter 1622: Chapter 492 Domain*Fuming Mountain Thunder Prison!_3 “Boom,” a figure reappeared a few hundred meters away, kicking and sending flying the Sixth Tier vampire who tried to stealthily deal with Madam Mister.

The moment they touched, Leonard Churchill already made his assessment, muttering, “Wow, quite strong.”

His current strength, a kick like the one just now, would typically not be something a Sixth Tier could withstand.

Yet, not only did that individual withstand it, but they were merely knocked back and completely unharmed.

This physical toughness was already among the top he had seen at the Sixth Tier.

The kicked person forcibly suppressed the surging vitality and blood within his body, also looking bewildered, as if he hadn’t expected someone to be able to kick him flying.

If he had known how strong his opponent was, he wouldn’t have dared to take the hit rashly.

Leonard Churchill didn’t bother to care much about that, instead, he reached back and grabbed the cross impaling Madam Mister’s chest.

A spray of blood shot out, and the originally grievously wounded Countess’s complexion surprisingly began to look rosy.

The terrifying self-healing ability of a high-tier vampire was displayed vividly at this moment.

As vitality and blood surged, the wound on Madam Mister’s chest visibly healed.

Taking a breath, the seductive Countess didn’t forget to look at Leonard Churchill, saying, “Thank you~”
Leonard Churchill smiled and casually asked, “Is that [Divine Fragment] in your hand?”

“You know?”

Madam Mister was somewhat surprised but then thought that considering his connection with the Blood Prince, it wasn’t strange.

A moment later, she handed it over freely, “Here, take it. Consider it thanks for saving my life.”

Saying so, she glanced at Leonard Churchill, adding, “Of course, if you dare to take it.”

It seemed Leonard Churchill hardly heard the latter half, readily accepting it, he asked, “Really giving it to me?”

“Of course.”

Madam Mister smiled and explained, “I’ve completed my mission. Whether I have it or not doesn’t matter now. If you really want it, of course, I’ll give it to you. Just worried it might trouble you.”

She wasn’t surprised that Leonard Churchill would take it; he had dared to act, clearly not afraid of offending people from the Holy Church.

Divine Fragments were valuable items.

This was likely the thing previously used to attract the beast tide.

Although it was indeed troublesome, Leonard Churchill didn’t think having one more trouble now made any difference, casually sticking it in his pocket.

Then a miraculous scene occurred.

The box, which couldn’t be put into a Storage Space, just vanished into his coat pocket.

In the instant of their conversation, a swooshing sound of breaking wind had already stealthily approached from behind.

Yet Leonard Churchill didn’t turn around, slightly tilting his head, his now bronze-colored right hand lightning-fast caught a slim sword that brushed past his ear.

“Clang,” a sound of metal on metal, he firmly clamped down on the Fishbone Slim Sword.

Then his gaze sharpened, and he threw a punch.

The person on the receiving end emitted a “Thud” as if hitting a sandbag.

Even though his fist was still a meter away from that person’s body, suddenly the attacker’s stomach caved in, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

His expression drastically changed, and he hastened to let go of his sword hilt, his body relaxing as he was thrown flying.

Leonard Churchill just glanced once more, inwardly praising, “Not bad.”

The sword strike just now was among the top assassin techniques at the Sixth Tier.

Unfortunately, he had met him. Once close, his opponent couldn’t kill him, and this punch wasn’t undeservedly received.

…

Madam Mister originally wanted to remind him, but watching Leonard Churchill consecutively repel two Sixth Tiers, she didn’t say more, rather expressing her admiration, “I just realized, little brother, you’re quite formidable.”

The strength of these Sixth Tier ascetics she knew all too well. Although not fearful of them, dealing with them was indeed troublesome.

The ease of that punch and kick just now was no ordinary feat.

This person’s strength was far beyond just this.

Hearing this, Leonard Churchill chuckled.

He could’ve broken through to the Seventh Rank if he wanted.

But to perfect his Domain at the Sixth Tier and gain more breakthrough insights when advancing to the Seventh Rank, he had been holding back.

Whether in terms of Realm, physical body, techniques, Spell, or combat instincts… he was stronger than these ascetics; it was normal that they couldn’t do anything to him.

Leonard Churchill stood up, glancing at her wound, and asked like a gentleman, “Madam, are you alright?”

Madam Mister responded indifferently, “A rest and I’ll recover.”

“That’s good.”

Leonard Churchill then asked, “By the way, where’s Old Bible?”

Madam Mister explained, “Prince is outside restraining them. The Holy Church has sent some formidable people. Without him, those inside here would have fallen long ago.”

“Oh.”

Leonard Churchill replied, unsurprised.

This battle was like a card game, both sides laying out their cards bit by bit, with killing intent hidden within.

If the trump card were laid out from the start, even if not played, just showing the card could affect many future moves and even directly influence the outcome of the game.

Leonard Churchill realized, Lord of Crimson’s schemes might be even bigger than previously thought.

Just then, he felt the cross in his hand suddenly become burning hot, bursting forth a dazzling white light.

This was a Blood Contract Relic, now showing a hint of Spirituality, responding to its master’s summons.

The white light intensified, this being the sacred light that opposed Dark Creatures.

Like a flame, Madam Mister’s face blanched from the scorching, looking very uncomfortable.

Leonard Churchill, too, felt a burning pain, having his own Contamination, as he held it.

Watching the struggling cross trying to escape from his grip, he “humphed” coldly, his dark Gang Air tightly clutching it, giving it no chance to escape.