Chapter 634: Chapter 213 Path of Destruction [Spade 9 – Calamity Bearer]
After Leonard Churchill transformed, the werewolf killed his way in and out of the Knight Group seven times.
The Iron Barrel Formation of the Knight Group was like a steel turtle, but with his brute force technique, a gravitational pull, and a heavy punch that killed instantly, bodies soon littered the ground.
Such ruthlessness was visibly brutal.
It was like peeling off the scale armor of a steel turtle, until blood was splattered everywhere.
Ultimately, it was actual combat that deepened the understanding of martial skills.
In the heat of battle, enlightenment kept refreshing incessantly.
“During the battle, you comprehend ‘Knight’s Shield Defense,’ experience +122…”
“During the battle, you comprehend ‘Knight’s Spear·Triple Thrust,’ proficiency +39…”
“During the battle, you gain…”
Not only were his skills visibly improving in proficiency.
Various new skills were being continuously comprehended.
With the Demonic Solution active, the martial skills of these knights had no secrets in his eyes.
After a few exchanges, Leonard’s advantage grew larger and larger.
Even though that Third Tier Knight Captain and a few elites kept resisting desperately, they had no way to kill Leonard, and the outcome was foreseeable.
…
Under the gambling table, the onlookers were stunned.
This crude display of flesh and blood was unexpectedly more visually shocking than the duels of top-tier card masters next door, which few understood.
Seeing a description on an arrest warrant was one thing.
Witnesing the ferocity of this S-tier fugitive in person left all the aristocratic lords and ladies gasping in shock.
Only the nobles knew that the combat power of the Knight Group of the Lionheart Family was not only strong but extremely formidable.
Yet, somehow, it was breached by a Second Tier?
The clown on stage, exuding an overwhelming killing intent and ferocity, seemed like a real bloodthirsty demon even through the barrier.
Yet at the same time, there was an artistic sense of a stage actor’s performance, distinctly feeling that beneath the demon’s exterior, there was a human soul.
The elegance was real; the slaughter was real.
The clown on the stage embodied all sorts of intense contradictions.
In the audience below, only Catherine Carter truly knew Leonard, but even her crystal eyes were filled with shock.
However, after watching for a while, she relaxed into a smile, murmuring in her heart, “He really is a unique fellow…”
But the betting continued.
In the third round, the “Princess” side played a dark card, gaining an upper hand.
Queen Catherine’s face grew increasingly grim, but she was forced to reveal the last colorful card in front of her.
While everyone was guessing what kind of trump card the mysterious lady would use, they saw someone in a silver cloak appear at the gambling table.
The silver cloak concealed the figure entirely, leaving their identity a mystery.
Despite that, the overwhelming sense of mystery made it clear to everyone that this person was very powerful.
“Huh…”
Leonard, still in the midst of battle, spared a glance at the final contender for the last round, curious who the queen would send.
After all, Camilla’s last card was the leader of her organization, the “Pursuer of Light.”
While unsure how powerful this being was, judging by the demonstration of domain control upon their entrance, they were bound to be formidable.
Anyone else sent to face them would likely be on a suicide mission.
But, looking at the individual draped in the silver cloak, Leonard let out a soft “huh” and guessed, “Someone from the Silver Moon Sect?”
Others might not be able to guess the identity of this cloaked figure, but Leonard, having once infiltrated the Silver Moon Sect, recognized them instantly.
Moreover, after the Demonic Solution, Leonard could see the moonlight-like divine power surging around this person.
Now it was confirmed.
The Silver Moon Sect was already colluding with the Orlan Remnants.
Probably the Queen did not intend to expose this connection.
But in this situation, it seemed she had no choice but to ask for assistance to save her own life.
Seeing this, Leonard thought to himself, “Hiss…this could really go either way…”
No matter who the Silver Moon Sect sent, their strong divine power would make them hard to kill.
Maybe they could hope for a draw?
…
The opponent played a card, and Camilla revealed her last poker card as well.
The person wearing the “Pursuer of Light” mask also appeared at the table.
Leonard saw right through the Ancient God Devotee’s identity.
However, the eyes behind the mask showed no surprise but rather a teasing interest, murmuring, “Silver Moon Divine Power, huh…”
“…”
The cloaked figure’s expression wasn’t great upon being immediately recognized.
Being forcibly summoned was one thing, but no one in their right mind would want to confront the person before them.
Right when this was said, the one in the silver cloak made the first move; the magic incantation was instantly chanted, and a silver six-pointed star formation appeared with an uplifted hand: “Ultimate Mystery·God’s Protection.”
In an instant, magical power surged.
Watching this unfold, the “Pursuer of Light” cocked his head, speaking in a tone mixed with resignation and humor, “Starting with a life-saving secret skill? Ah…that’s really dull. I was hoping to experience the so-called art of joy.”
The silver cloaked person didn’t show any change in their expression, continuing to hasten the gathering of divine power.
“Sigh.”
The “Pursuer of Light” let out a small sigh, seemingly frustrated that the response seemed a little unfair, but then suddenly changed his tone, “Never mind… Since that’s how you want to play, let me test and see if this level of divine secret skill really makes you unkillable.”
As he spoke, he casually played a card in his hand.
He even glanced at it as if he randomly drew it from his deck, only recognizing which spell it was upon seeing it: Oh, let’s pick this one then.