Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 815: Chapter 258: He Suppressed Two Eras, After All (Thanks to the Alliance Leader ‘Nine-tiered Pagoda’)_4

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Mr. Dove, who could instantly suppress at least a Fifth Tier, meant that the opponent was absolutely a Sixth Tier. In other words, the top experts of the White Family had arrived!

“Damn you, White Family!”

Leonard Churchill snorted coldly in his heart.

Although there had been some minor conflicts before, he had regarded them as fair competition. Now, his goodwill toward the White Family had instantly dissipated.

He had even talked about returning the item left by that ancestor of the White Family, but now, even if he were to be backfired by the oath, it was absolutely impossible!

It was during these thoughts that the crisis emerged anew.

The very moment Mr. Dove was stopped, those several ghosts had already charged towards the room.

And they were not Evil Ghosts!

They were the “Immortal Aegis Animals” of the White Family!

Leonard Churchill’s face became stern, and despite the strong enemy, he neither dodged nor evaded, but just as he was about to take action, the situation suddenly changed.

A figure in a cloak appeared out of thin air beside him.

Before Leonard Churchill had time to see clearly what had happened, the cloaked figure suddenly exuded a domineering aura like a Descending God, suppressing the entire scene, and punched towards those few ghostly shadows.

The punch, enveloped in an air of destruction, swept across the area.

A few ghostly shadows on the opposite side were instantly blasted away, and from within those shadows came a cry of extreme surprise, “A legendary fighter!”

It wasn’t that they lacked the power to fight, but since a legendary fighter appeared here, it meant the Song Family was well prepared.

This fight was utterly meaningless now!

“Damn it!”

Seeing that the situation was bad, the ghostly shadows cursed and hastily fled towards the elevator, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The cloaked figure watched but did not pursue.

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The battle came suddenly and ended just as abruptly.

At this moment, Mr. Dove’s arm, which was around his neck, was also cut off and fell to the ground, turning into a pool of pus and blood.

Leonard Churchill watched this scene, his expression slightly stern.

He knew what the people of the White Family had come for after reading those letters left by Vera Williams.

The massive entity that was the Song Family now had many setting their sights on it.

The White Family was definitely not the only wave.

As Leonard Churchill was contemplating, the cloaked figure beside him turned to look and said, “You will be in trouble if you stay here. I’ve got this. You should leave first.”

“Hmm.”

Although the face was not shown, Leonard Churchill had recognized it immediately as none other than Sophia Jones, who he hadn’t seen for a long time.

Although he didn’t understand why the deputy leader of the Revolutionary Army would be here, he also knew that now was not the time for reunions.

His staying would cause significant problems.

Leonard Churchill didn’t say much, nor did he ask Mr. Dove to follow, and took the elevator down on his own.

He didn’t intend to leave Flood Gang.

He wanted to wait and see how the Song Family would arrange the funeral.

Even if this world had no seventh-day mourning ritual, Leonard Churchill wanted to accompany her on her last journey and offer a bunch of roses in front of her grave.

He reached the first floor, right as the Royal Dance Troupe’s performance was taking place.

It was still that memorable play— “Swans of Lake Best.”

The news of Vera Williams’s death had not yet spread, and the place was still in a state of joy and dancing.

Leonard Churchill went unnoticed, blending into the crowd.

Before, he had only found the performance of the actors on the stage to be brilliant, but now it felt different.

It turned out that she had remembered their first-ever theater play for a lifetime.

“Leonard, which actor do you think is the prettiest~”

“Wow, Mr. Leonard Churchill, so you like them voluptuous~”

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In memory, all that echoed was that girl’s voice.

Leonard Churchill had a very peculiar feeling.

He had never before, like at that moment, seemed to grasp the deeper emotions of the actors, not just the performance, but the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness in their hearts.

It was as if his understanding of the world had cleared.

Not only could he see, but he could also empathize and for the first time truly experience those complex emotions that normal people have.

He was watching intently when, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly glimpsed a familiar figure.

That distinctive Mushroomhead, could it be Noah Wright?

What was strange was that at this moment, everyone in his eyes seemed like characters from a movie, with the sole exception of that fellow, who appeared to be a living person entering his view.

“Eh…”

Leonard Churchill suddenly snapped out of that state of enlightenment, his gaze shifting, realizing something was wrong.

For this person to appear here, it couldn’t be coincidental.

After all, Leonard himself still carried a jar tainted with the “Crimson Corruption of the Old Day Deity · Seadinth.”

Or perhaps this fellow’s appearance here was related to the Song Family.

With that thought, he walked over.

In an inconspicuous location on the second-floor corridor, he saw Mushroomhead leaning over the banister, engrossed in the play.

It was indeed Noah Wright.

Mushroomhead still seemed like a harmless young kid, his face beaming with innocent joy, as if he was seriously watching the play.

Even for Leonard Churchill now, no flaws were evident.

It seemed truly as if he were just an ordinary person, completely unnoticeable as the legendary leader of the Thirteen Masked Knights.

Leonard Churchill approached and also leaned against the banister.

Mushroomhead turned his head to glance at him, and greeted him enthusiastically, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, long time no see.”

As he spoke, it was as if he saw through something, adding another sentence, “You seem very sad. Hmm…that’s good.”

Leonard Churchill listened with a subtle hardening of his gaze.

Although he had suspected it, he still asked the question he was quite curious about for the first time, “Are you…the Pursuer of Light?”

Mushroomhead did not deny it, but he also spoke a phrase that was enigmatic, “I am ‘the Pursuer of Light.’ But the Pursuer of Light is not me.”

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