Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 766: Chapter 246 White Family’s Immortal Technique and Immortal Aegis Animals Part 3

And after hearing this, he felt it was somewhat similar to his “JOKER” downgraded professional sequence.

No!

To be precise, “JOKER” seemed to encompass all fifty-two professional sequences.

If one were to seriously consider it, every sequence was a downgrade of JOKER.

…

Elder Clinton said a few words offhandedly and then showed no intention of continuing the conversation.

From the disdainful tone, Leonard Churchill could clearly sense it meant: The more profound concepts, you wouldn’t understand anyway.

The little Pigeon beside them didn’t understand at all.

While the three were talking, he flipped the Demon Mark back and forth, examining it.

For a child from an ordinary family, the Demon Mark had always been a “very valuable” treasure according to his elders.

To actually acquire one would mean a huge sum of money.

But the best card that a commoner could come into contact with was just a “Gold Mark.”

The “Legend” quality mark before him clearly exceeded the little one’s comprehension.

Just as he was looking it over, he suddenly cried out as if burnt, “Ah?”

The eyes of the three looked over.

They saw the light that had just appeared on the card flicker and then fade away.

Seeing this, Leonard Churchill’s expression also subtly changed, realizing something, “Hehe, this little one has quite the fortune.”

Demon Marks are very spiritual things.

The Demonic Power can sense compatibility, and if it encounters a suitable card master, it will react accordingly.

Seeing the Legendary Mark card light up in the hands of Pigeon, Leonard Churchill also realized that this meant a very high compatibility.

Coming across a high-quality and highly compatible mark is what countless card masters dream of.

A Legendary devil mark truly has an incalculable value.

It seemed as though it was casually picked up, but in reality, it was no easy feat.

Not to mention the difficulty and luck element in finding these ruins, just surviving the journey here is extremely difficult.

Without encountering Leonard Churchill, without running into Elder Clinton… none of it would have been possible.

But this little fellow happened to meet them both.

This is fortune.

Leonard Churchill didn’t dwell on it.

Pigeon himself still hadn’t realized just how great of a fortune he had stumbled upon.

Watching the three pairs of eyes staring at him, he felt nervous and fidgety as if he had done something wrong, “I… I…”

Elder Clinton spoke again, regaining his blustering mystic demeanor, “Oh, you little guy, lucky you. That’s a high-grade Demon Mark… You’ve struck it rich!”

The more he said this, the more Pigeon felt he had done something wrong, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, I…?”

After all, Leonard Churchill was the person he trusted most, so he could only look to him for help.

Leonard Churchill smiled faintly, “Keep it.”

Pigeon seemed to also know that it was the lady who had discovered the mining well,

He remembered his father saying, to take something of someone else’s, you must have their permission.

He looked over again.

Vera Williams also blinked with a smile, not minding in the slightest, “”

“Oh…”

Upon hearing this, Pigeon then dared to pick up the card again.

He then carefully tucked it into the pocket close to his body.

…

This stone statue had shattered, probably having something to do with the golden skeleton they had encountered at the entrance of the cave.

Leonard Churchill and his group had found a card, but nothing else.

The four continued to walk forward.

Along the way, the quality of the mithril ore on the surrounding rock walls grew higher and higher.

It even reached the point where the light shone upon it, creating a glittering display of starlight.

As Leonard Churchill walked, he also pondered the two duck-billed god statues, wondering if there could be any dangers ahead.

However, the journey remained surprisingly smooth.

Along the way, they encountered a few strange birds that resembled red-eyed, three-legged crows, but they passed by them with ease as well.

Perhaps this was again thanks to Elder Clinton.

After traversing this section, Leonard Churchill estimated that they had reached the deepest parts of the underground.

Here, stone carvings appeared once more.

This time they were many large snakes, coiled up!

Knowing these stone carvings were transformed from the living ancestors of the White Family, Leonard Churchill regarded them with a bit more respect.

But beyond these carvings, there was no passage this time.

They had arrived at a vast underground space.

All four knew that they had come to the right place.

It looked like an ancient divine temple, surrounded by some collapsed columns.

As the light shone over it, their eyes were greeted with a dazzling expanse of silver.

Mithril!

All of it, high-purity mithril!

As Elder Clinton had said, due to the “Gold Aggregation Effect,” the mithril from the nearby mine veins had all gathered here.

Vera Williams, covering her mouth, couldn’t hide her amazement, “My god…”

Seeing this scene before her, she couldn’t begin to estimate the true value of all this mithril.

But upon observing the arrangements here, Leonard Churchill’s expression grew serious.

Because he felt a familiar sensation.

Even though the arrangement was different, this pressing feeling of being in a “metal cage” entirely of mithril was very similar to the sealing scene in the Greedy Mining Well underground.

With this thought, Leonard Churchill’s eyes started to meticulously search within the vast divine temple.

And as he drew closer, he could distinctly smell the thick, dizzying scent of blood in the air.

Enlightenment appeared at once, “You are exempt from the attack of faith contamination of unknown origin.”

Elder Clinton promptly stopped Pigeon and Vera Williams at his side, warning, “Don’t come any closer. It’s dangerous inside.”

Leonard Churchill, seeing Enlightenment’s appearance, also spotted the source of contamination, his pupils abruptly narrowing.

A host of giant snakes had their heads oriented towards the center of the temple, where there was a pyramid nearly thirty stories high.

What was eerie was that from the crevices of the pyramid, fresh red blood flowed.

At this moment, the blood had already formed a huge pool at the base of the pyramid in a hollowed area.

Leonard Churchill, smelling the blood in the air, his gaze turned sharp, “Human blood?”

His first thought was the scene in Bolton Town, where vampires performed a blood ritual on the entire city.

It seemed he was right.

The “Contamination Source” was sealed within this pyramid.

The sight of the blood flowing freely didn’t bode well.

Leonard Churchill had no idea what to do in this situation, so he turned his gaze to Elder Clinton, whose demeanor had suddenly changed, wondering, “Has the elder recalled some memories…?”

This state was not unfamiliar to Leonard Churchill.

The last time in the underground palace of the Summer Shepherd City relics, Elder Clinton had unleashed his divine power, just like this.

It was because he saw a stele within the palace.

And in this temple, not far from the bleeding pyramid, stood a black obelisk, identical to the one before!

Leonard Churchill was also beginning to understand that Elder Clinton seemed to be searching for these black obelisks everywhere.

The contents of the obelisks appeared to awaken certain memories within him.