Catastrophe Card King
Chapter 1037 - Chapter 1037 Chapter 319_3

Chapter 1037: Chapter 319_3 Chapter 1037: Chapter 319_3 However, before he could ponder further, he saw a head bathed in silver-grey light with closed eyes and golden blood streaming from the corners, slowly floating up.

Desolate and lonely, the face was stunningly beautiful, yet there was an indescribable eeriness to it.

Leonard Churchill had seen the soul of the Weeping Angel and recognized the head at a glance.

Now that there were no others, he didn’t have to play dead anymore.

Leonard Churchill stood up directly and exhaled a turbid breath.

Elder Clinton also slyly opened one eye and, seeing that Leonard Churchill was unharmed, dared to sit up, muttering, “Eh… why has the curse disappeared?”

Then, seeing the floating head of the angel in the coffin, he exclaimed in surprise, “It actually doesn’t attack you?”

Leonard Churchill also sighed with relief.

He had noticed this earlier.

Apart from the indiscriminate release of contamination when the coffin was opened, the angel’s head had not directed any curse contamination at him afterwards.

This scene was the same as what had happened in the Xia Mucheng Ruins before.

Back then, the headless body of the angel had not only refrained from attacking him but had also shown good intentions.

It was only a guess before, but now Leonard Churchill had confirmed it was because his life pattern was entwined with Tracy Garcia’s.

That was recorded in the “Book of the Undead.”

The angel was killed, separated, and sealed away–methods of Tracy Garcia’s ancestors.

The angel had evidently recognized something.

Now, it merely hovered silently above the gold coffin, showing no hostility at all.

The biggest threat in this Underground Palace posed no existence for Leonard Churchill.

Moreover, when the contamination broke out just now, all those undead spirits and parasites had died off completely.

Only Leonard Churchill and Elder Clinton remained alive.

As for those “Ominous Brain-eating Worms,” as long as one sealed off their ears, they didn’t seem to pose any threat.

In the vast Underground Palace, there was nothing but deathly silence.

…

Now with no one else around, Leonard Churchill had no need to hold back, and the Feast unleashed its full power, voraciously devouring the Dark Matter Crystals scattered all over the floor of the Underground Palace with ten times the efficiency than before.

The various body stats on his panel were visibly soaring.

Elder Clinton, who obviously hadn’t recovered his memory yet, scurried over to the black stele, pondering over the inscriptions.

Leonard Churchill walked over as well.

The stele was only ten meters away from the coffin.

Leonard Churchill looked at the floating head, which, though its eyes remained closed, seemed to watch him in a serene silence.

Not knowing how to deal with the head of the angel, Leonard Churchill nonetheless showed respect to the powerful being of three thousand years ago, bowing as he said, “Thank you, senior, for your mercy.”

As he spoke, his peripheral vision scanned the surroundings, searching for any potential danger.

Elder Clinton faced away from Leonard Churchill, but as if he knew what Leonard Churchill was looking for, he said lightly, “That kid from the White Family went down as well.”

Deep in Leonard Churchill’s eyes, a shadow of amusement flickered, “Oh?”

Wayne White may have appeared debonair, but in reality, that fellow had no power to confront the people from the Southern Continent directly, nor to handle the Weeping Angel’s remains.

His only option was to play chicken, using the Angel’s remains to force the people from the Southern Continent to flee, giving himself a chance to survive.

Leonard Churchill deduced the outcome.

However, hearing Elder Clinton confirm it himself, Leonard Churchill finally put his mind at ease.

In a moment, he also arrived at the stele, glanced at it twice, but while watching Elder Clinton, he chuckled, “Elder, do you remember me now?”

Elder Clinton showed a trace of disdain on his old face, replying indifferently, “I’d rather not remember. Every time I run into you, it’s nothing good.”

Leonard Churchill didn’t take the complaint to heart; instead, he asked, “Elder, is the Imperial Mausoleum really below?”

Elder Clinton knew why he was asking and said dismissively, “You want to go down too? Heh, do you know why those people who went in last time couldn’t make it out?”

In front of this elder, there was no need for modesty.

Leonard Churchill thickened his face, offering a lead-in for the elder, “Elder, why?”

Elder Clinton didn’t want to say it, but his show-off streak obviously acted up again. He lifted his neck slightly, proudly saying, “It’s a one-way restriction. You can use spatial abilities to get in, but you can’t use them to get out. Otherwise, do you think the architects who designed the King’s Mausoleum were fools?”

“Oh?”

Leonard Churchill’s eyes lit up as he revealed a moment of realization.

“I was wondering why it was so easy to get in, the trap is here…”

Leonard Churchill had been wondering why it seemed too easy to have found the way in.

The designers from the Taren Dynasty, capable of constructing such a masterful tomb, couldn’t have had such rudimentary security measures.

Just easily using spatial ability to get inside.

Now it appeared, the true ingenuity lay here.

Those designers probably guessed that after countless years, once the dynasty collapsed and without Tomb Guards, the King’s Mausoleum would inevitably be discovered.

After discovery, no matter how clever the security, it would eventually be cracked.

Instead, by creating an entrance that relatively easily allows people in, they crafted a brilliant security measure that gambles on human nature.

Arriving at this “Suspicion Tomb,” if one wasn’t killed by the Ominous Brain-eating Worms, then they were certainly not weak.

Rather than letting someone slowly crack the security, it’s better to expose the true tomb directly.

It’s a bet on human greed, whether they would go down or not.

The people who came here could hardly give up easily.

The more prepared and capable, the more overconfident.

Without seeing through this “one-way restriction,” it would be quite difficult to come out once inside, just like the last group that came.

Now, those from the Southern Continent likely hadn’t spotted the problem with the tomb’s restriction, or else they wouldn’t have rushed in so recklessly.

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