Catastrophe Card King
Chapter 1084 - Chapter 1084 Chapter 333 Vampire Symbiote_2

Chapter 1084: Chapter 333 Vampire Symbiote_2 Chapter 1084: Chapter 333 Vampire Symbiote_2 The “Profession Tree” for each of the fifty-two Professional Sequences bears one type of fruit.

However, the Profession Tree of the Joker Sequence is like a grafted plant, capable of bearing a kaleidoscopic variety of different fruits because the trunk is strong enough.

The greatest Comprehension from the stele was confirming what Leonard Churchill’s Skill Tree looked like and how it should grow in the future.

After a while, Leonard’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought to himself, “Emperor Lanlingster truly was a ‘Grey Joker’…”

Now, having examined the contents of the stele, he was almost certain of it.

This perfect sense of fit had to be right.

He was also curious, if the Grey Joker was already this special, then what about the colorful Joker?

From the current situation, it seemed that even Emperor Lanlingster, who stood at the pinnacle of Card Master Civilization, had not touched upon the ultimate secret of this world.

This also piqued Leonard’s intense curiosity.

The more he knew, the more mysterious the world seemed to him.

He was also curious about what truly lay beneath the Abyssal Rift.

But, strength was the foundation.

Thinking this, Leonard glanced at the black stele and sighed, “There’s a lot of room for improvement in the future…”

Even within the same Professional Sequence, no two card masters are exactly alike.

Although both Leonard Churchill and Emperor Lanlingster were Jokers, their choices and future abilities would be different.

This “Myriad Aspects Rune” truly does fit perfectly with the profession.

It’s just a pity that so many Laws need to be comprehended.

The more Laws comprehended, the stronger the final combat power, and the more complete the Domain that is formed.

Thinking of this, Leonard felt incredibly moved.

He had mastered quite a few Secret Skills from various professions.

“Gluttony”, “Curse of Immortality”, “Supreme Tyrant Body”, “I Am the World”, “Celestial Godfall”, and it seemed that the “Moonless Mind” that he only learned a little from the Silver Moon Church was also a Demon God Secret Skill, plus there was the exclusive Secret Skill of the Hero Sequence, “Boundless Bright Sun”, which he hadn’t had time to decode yet…

Out of the fifty-two Demonic God Secret Skills, he had seven in his possession.

But just to get started, it had taken almost all of Leonard’s energy.

He didn’t find cultivation to be a struggle.

However, to learn so many Secret Skills at the same time, his brain was starting to feel overwhelmed.

There was a sense of being willing but unable.

Thinking of this, Leonard became even more eager for an enhancement in Wisdom, pondering, “The Three-lives Principal Material for the next advancement to Fifth Tier must greatly enhance the ‘Wisdom’ attribute. I wonder if there’s any news from the Allied Forces…”

His train of thought vanished in a flash.

Looking around the empty stone house, Leonard was the only one left.

A few days ago, Camilla and Tracy Garcia seemed to have comprehended something about the Augustus Ancestral Tomb’s Restrictions from this stele, and then “swoosh”, they were teleported away.

The former Tomb Guardian had said that the stele was just the entrance.

In the real tomb lay the exclusive treasury left by successive emperors of the Taron Royal Family for their descendants.

One was a Royal Bloodline, the other a High Priest; once they emerged, there would likely be some astonishing changes.

But now, Leonard was no longer envious of those things.

What he had obtained was already a lot.

Merely digesting the comprehensions of this past month would occupy him for a good while to come.

There was nothing to worry about for his two friends in the tomb.

Leonard didn’t know how long they would take.

But with the Spirit Communication Contract with Tracy, it was convenient to contact her anytime, so he planned to leave now.

After handling the matters at hand and consulting with Master Merlin to resolve the issues with the Fifth Tier Profession Card,

Leonard stopped thinking about the issue with the Seven Catastrophes Monarchs and felt that the situation was going to be intriguing.

He had to go out and see for himself.

…

Stepping out of the stone house, Leonard saw an old, hunched woman sitting on a stool outside, carving a stone in her hands.

Even with someone coming out, the elderly woman seemed oblivious, absorbed in her rune carvings.

Leonard didn’t dare disturb her but bowed respectfully and said, “Senior, thank you for your guidance.”

The old woman seemed not to understand and had no reaction, the only sound was that of the carving knife chipping away at the stone.

Leonard was not surprised.

The old senior in front of him, who had lived for more than three thousand years, was not human but an Undead Spirit.

The extraordinary traits of Relics tend to dissipate over long years, let alone memory.

The scraps of consciousness she retained remembered only her loyal duty.

After bidding farewell, Leonard turned and vanished into the mist.

He went out smoothly.

Leonard followed the path back towards the Lament Valley Camp.

A month had passed, and more adventurers from the Southern Continent had arrived in the Rune Highlands.

Leonard paid them no mind.

The greatest secret of the Rune Highlands was the King’s Mausoleum of Augustus.

Of those who went into the tomb with the Trial Group, the only likely survivor was Princess Betty of the Black Dragon Kingdom.

But contaminated by the Silver Moon Empress, she would not easily reveal the secrets of the King’s Mausoleum. To hide her contamination, she would even go to great lengths to conceal that part of her history.

Besides, even if the secret was leaked, it wouldn’t be a big deal.

At present, it didn’t seem like the King’s Mausoleum of Augustus was easy to breach.

Leonard didn’t linger; he kept traveling.

Several days later.

To the northwest of Lion City, now reduced to ruins about three hundred miles away, there was a small ruin known as “White Bone Fortress.”

This was the meeting place agreed with Noah Wright.

In recent times, a massive influx of adventurers from the Southern Continent had poured into the Old Continent, and almost every outpost established by the major families of the Federation in New City had been thoroughly sacked.

Whether it was the current Alliance Army or the Hunters, no one dared to show their faces, only able to hide in the wild and fight a guerilla war.