Catastrophe Card King
Chapter 1321 - Chapter 1321 Chapter 405 Horror Insect Cave·Seeking Ominous

Chapter 1321: Chapter 405 “Horror Insect Cave*Seeking Ominous Matron Maggot Margit”_2 Chapter 1321: Chapter 405 “Horror Insect Cave*Seeking Ominous Matron Maggot Margit”_2 And that’s how the ambush plan against Catherine Carter came about.

Indeed, there were quite a few high-order card masters in the camp.

However, with relic scavenging in full swing, their primary task was to carry out the orders of the Holy Church, and they were unlikely to make the trip just to escort commerce guild shipments.

As it turned out, the ambush went very smoothly.

This time, they directly obtained enough materials to forge dozens of Hunting God armors.

If the alliance army’s own scavenging teams were to look for these in the relics, who knows how many lives would have to be lost to obtain them.

Although it did have a bit of a killing-the-goose-that-lays-the-golden-egg feel to it, it was worth it.

After the commerce guild was robbed, those on the Southern Continent would certainly guess the purposes for which the alliance army had taken the metals, making future ambushes more challenging.

But the scavenging of the Ruins of Saint Crown City was likely to continue for many years.

They could halt for a while, and once the heat died down, they could rob them again.

Whether it was the disguise of spies or the complex relationships among various forces in the camp, Leonard Churchill had the perfect arrangement.

With the intelligence he provided, infiltrating spies for Catherine Carter became much easier.

However, with this incident, those on the Southern Continent would certainly be aware of the presence of “spies.”

Leonard Churchill had never underestimated the masters of the Southern Continent.

To guard against any special means that could link him to the incident, he couldn’t stay in the camp anymore.

Leonard originally planned to venture into the relics anyway, which was a good way to lay low.

With this in mind, he headed towards a bustling mercenary guild just outside a street block.

As he passed through a dark alley corner, Leonard had transformed from the mustachioed man he was just now into an elemental card master in a mage’s robe.

He had long prepared several perfect disguises for himself, extremely difficult to expose.

Moreover, with the Adventurer’s Guild’s tremendous daily influx of Hunting Wasteland tasks, adventurers were in high demand.

Blending into a team couldn’t be easier.

Leonard had long had his eye on several missions, all involving exploration of Sector C4.

If he was going to do it, he was going to choose the most thrilling one.

This was also the area where the Southern Continent’s scavenging venture deepest into the relics.

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“Sector C3, ultra-large ‘War Mode’ space, ‘Second Defense Battle of the City’… Welcoming various teams for cooperative development, set off immediately!”

“Sector C4, ‘Insect Race’ space; looking for a few violent magic type card masters, let’s set off today!”

“‘Black Sail Fortress,’ hundred-person defense mode, waiting for challengers to B-tier high difficulty scenario… Full and ready to set off!”

“…”

Leonard Churchill mingled in the crowd at the Mercenary Guild.

With scavenging in full swing, the large hunting teams had people on-site at the guild recruiting.

Leonard was well-versed in various Hunting Wasteland intelligence, his ears automatically filtering the few he needed.

Just as he was contemplating which alternate dimension would be more suitable, something unexpected happened.

At that moment, down the street came a long line of war slaves shackled in chains.

Such a sight was not unusual.

This Hunting Wasteland Camp had a large number of slaves delivered almost every day.

With cannon fodder being consumed in the depths of the relics daily, slaves were always “fresh.”

Almost as soon as they were delivered, they would be sent to the front lines without evening waiting for nightfall.

These slaves came not only from the East Wilderness but most were also natives of the Southern Continent.

Originally, Leonard would not have been surprised.

However, the moment he saw a certain cowering old man among the group, his pupils dilated sharply; he was momentarily stunned before recognizing the man.

After taking a closer look, there was no mistake–gap-toothed grin, lecherous eyes scanning the surroundings… it was Elder Clinton indeed.

Recognizing an acquaintance, the corner of Leonard’s eyes twitched slightly, and he internally commented, “How did this esteemed elder get caught again?”

The last time they met, the situation was nearly the same, with the old man captured as a slave to explore the Rune Highlands.

Now, unexpectedly, they had met again in the same manner.

It was also normal, considering that the Ariel Empire’s people were scattered all over the Old Continent. Being captured was nothing out of the ordinary.

But comments aside, Leonard harbored not the slightest worry in his heart.

The old man certainly wouldn’t die.

If anything, those unfortunate enough to be using the old man as cannon fodder had to be worried.

While he was thinking, a fellow with a Thunder Hammer insignia pinned to his chest approached him, saying, “Brother, want to join ‘Thunder Group’ for the ‘Horror Insect Cave’? It’s a large group with guaranteed safety and a high reward rate. Look, the slaves have arrived, we’re about to set off!”

Seeing Elder Clinton being handed over by the slave merchants to the people of Thunder Group, Leonard immediately agreed, “Sure!”

He had been somewhat indecisive moments ago, but now his mind was clear.

Of course, he would follow the esteemed elder.

Experience told Leonard that following Elder Clinton would be thrilling, and he provided a lifeline, leaving no room for hesitation.

Moreover, the presence of Elder Clinton here also meant that the Forbidden Ruins Stele might be nearby.

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Thus, Leonard followed hundreds of mercenaries from the Thunder Hammer, along with hundreds of slaves, stepping onto the teleportation array at the edge of a cliff.

Fragments of land in the Void, like islands in the sea, varied in size and distance.

After a few transfers, the group arrived on a plane fragment the size of a county.

Like the World Rifts, these fragments had normal gravity, yet strangely, the entire fragment also floated in the Void.

This was Leonard’s first time delving into the deep parts of the relics.

As his feet firmly trod upon the ground and he took in the sight of the floating fragments around him like stars, he felt a strong sense of spatial disarray.

A temporary camp had already been established on this fragment by several hundred people.

At the center of the camp was the Twisted Light Gate to the Alternate Dimension.