Chapter 639: Chapter 214: Universal Card·Knight and Princess_2
The Weeping Angel, after all, was of the Super Tier, and such power was hardly something a mortal could resist.
Queen Catherine’s face was full of mockery as she sneered coldly, and with a flutter of her Angel Wings, she charged forward with overwhelming force.
Among the misty shadows, two figures swiftly intertwined, unleashing a fierce exchange of Spells and Martial Skills.
Since it was the Poker Round Barrier, everyone had to follow the rules.
And since it was the “Snow White Round,” no one could intervene in the duel between the “Queen” and the “Princess.”
This was also the reason why Catherine had been so confident previously.
Having successfully fused with the Angel Wings, her combat power was now a threat to any who would challenge her, not just any Fourth Tier, but also few within the entire Federation!
She had always felt that the only one who posed a true fatal threat to her at the scene was that “Pursuer of Light.”
But due to the rules of the Poker Round, that person couldn’t interfere at all.
However, Catherine didn’t dare to be careless.
Intuition told her that there might be an unexpected turn of events.
With that in mind, her attacks became even more ruthless, as she recklessly threw out all sorts of top-tier cards as if they cost her nothing.
And to gauge a card master’s combat power aside from their tier, another most important factor was the quantity and quality of their cards.
As the Queen of Orlan, although her authority was not as great as that of the Federation nobles, her financial resources were unmatched in the current era.
Moreover, the Royal Family also possessed various top-secret heritages unknown to outsiders, and Card Makers had custom-designed Spell card sets just for her.
The deck she held was capable of bringing out the full power of the Angelic forces!
This kind of “firepower coverage” approach made the battle extraordinarily intense.
And one-sided.
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“Hiss… The Orlan Royal Family really shouldn’t be underestimated,” Leonard Churchill cleaned up the battlefield, admiring the endless Secret Skill cards spit forth by the Queen, and he couldn’t help but marvel at the depth of the Old Era Remnants.
[Secret Skill: Master Cannon], [Mystery: Flame Sword in Hand], [Secret Technique: Volcano Fist], [Forbidden Curse: The Wrath of the Sun God]…
Card after card, Secret Art after Secret Art dazzled the eyes.
Using the power of the angels, even the Spells only seen in Classic Books and ancient legends were performed by the Queen.
Leonard Churchill knew the names of these Spells only because he had read some of the court Classic Books—others had never even heard of them.
Watching the fierce battle, all the guests under the gambling table were shocked and bewildered.
Catherine seemed like a professor of Spells, displaying one court Secret Skill after another that people had never seen before.
But everyone could see why Mrs. Catherine’s tactics were so aggressive—she wanted to end the battle quickly.
After all, it was well known she dreaded the prospect of the “Pursuer of Light,” who represented the fourth round Knight card, having a free hand.
Leonard Churchill frowned slightly as he watched Camilla, who was gradually retreating. “Strange, where is the chance of winning?”
Although he had guessed the Thirteen Knights had come prepared.
The fact before him, however, was that Camilla was increasingly covered in wounds.
Continuing like this, Camilla might not win.
The tier of the [Holy Grail] was also very high, but it didn’t seem to be higher than that of the [Angel Wings].
But after all, it was an external object.
And Camilla had only recently acquired it, clearly not yet familiar with controlling the law of kingship within the Holy Grail.
Being a Fourth Tier, the power she could control was limited, and it was already quite difficult for her to use the Holy Grail to fend off the contamination of the Angel Wings.
Leonard Churchill also saw that Camilla’s plan was to exhaust the Queen of Orlan’s Curse Power.
Although the power of the angels was strong, it was clear that it also came with great consumption.
With such an intense attack, the Curse Power was being consumed massively, and the mutation of black feathers spreading on her body became increasingly evident.
Leonard Churchill could even see slight signs of loss of control over her Curse Power.
This kind of tactic definitely couldn’t be sustained for long.
However, Camilla’s state was also not good.
Even if they fought to the death, it was unclear who would fall.
“This…”
Leonard Churchill thought of this, his brows knitted slightly.
He always felt that this “round” was not so simple.
It seemed there were still some hidden scripts that hadn’t been triggered.
This Queen Catherine appeared fierce, but thinking along the lines of the previous “rounds,” it became evident that she too was a piece being moved by the plot.
The Pursuer of Light arranged the Domain, controlling the whole scene, and when she, the Silver Moon Leader, entered the picture; when Camilla’s combat power was revealed, she showed her Angel Wings…
It looked like Catherine’s own choices, but in fact, she had no choice.
Pushed by the situation, she had to choose this way to survive.
So Leonard Churchill also felt that the chess player behind the scenes seemed to be forcing her to reveal some kind of trump card.
Moreover, Leonard Churchill also felt that his appearance at the gambling table certainly required him to play other important roles as well.
Leonard Churchill thought of this and looked towards the fourth Knight card and thought, “The outcome should be decided now, shouldn’t it?”
Looking at the current situation, Camilla was unable to defeat the Queen of Orlan, who was enhanced by Angel Wings and vast wealth.
So it had to be the Pursuer of Light who would intervene to break the deadlock.
And sure enough.
It was just as Leonard Churchill reached this conclusion that the battle next door suddenly ended.
The mysterious “Pursuer of Light” used another card; the person in the Silver Cloak turned into a pile of yellow sand and did not “resurrect” again.
The Pursuer of Light tilted his head to look at the pile of sand, seemingly somewhat listless, and shrugged his shoulders.
He turned his gaze, as if explaining to the onlooking Leonard Churchill and to everyone else: “I didn’t kill her. It’s just that her Divine Power couldn’t support her body to coalesce again. She conceded defeat.”