Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 333: Chapter 135 Red-eyed Leonard Churchill 3

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And the Second Tier ones?

The same principle applies, the legion soldiers have higher average combat power, but they have a lower maximum limit.

In terms of individual combat power, almost nobody below the Third Tier can stall him.

Indeed, this time several card masters above the Third Tier have come.

But not all Third Tier card masters are agility-specialized assassins.

If they can’t catch up with Leonard Churchill, they’re pointless.

Moreover, their biggest problem is that Young Master Saul Miller himself is here!

In the foggy ruins, there are continuous screams, and the strong smell of blood quickly disperses into the air.

Fear and panic are spreading among Miller Family’s hunting team.

“What the hell happened?!”

“Damn it, that guy has come back to kill!”

“Can you pinpoint his location?!”

“Nine o’clock direction… no, twelve o’clock… no, he ran away again…” “Quick, dispel the fog!”

“Not good, that guy is charging towards the Lord!”

“Protect the Lord!”

“Cover the Lord to retreat first!”

Leonard Churchill, at this moment, is in a state of frenzied venting.

But instead of being confused, his thoughts were becoming clearer and clearer. The hunting team does have many elites this time.

But as long as Leonard Churchill shows intent to assassinate Saul Miller, those experts will inevitably retreat to protect him.

Under normal circumstances, as long as Leonard Churchill avoids Saul Miller

and his men, his safety would be greatly ensured.

However…

If he wanted to escape, he could have done so a long time ago.

How could he possibly run away!

Killing minions, the joy it brings, was becoming more and more diminished.

The feeling of emptiness in his soul was like a hunger that urgently needed to be filled.

At this moment, there was a kind of evil flame in Leonard Churchill’s heart.

Killing was like pouring oil on fire, the more he kills, the more vigorous it becomes.

The more oppressive emotions he released from the murders, the more exhilarated he felt.

It was like a dam breaking, even if he knew it would lead to death, he could not stop the ultimate pleasure of releasing it.

Leonard Churchill, transformed into a werewolf, had crimson eyes that shone brightly, charging towards the direction where the sounds were densely coming from without any hesitation.

The thought in his mind, although crazy, was very clear.

Only with enough decisiveness, could he have the one and only chance to kill Saul Miller!

Taking advantage of the enemies not having regrouped

Charge forth and kill!

Play the most thrilling game.

Right from the start, he chose the plan with the greatest risk.

The fog now was no longer of any use and instead had become a nightmare for Miller Family’s private soldiers.

A group of mage card masters used wind type cards and quickly dispelled a large area of fog.

In an open space,

Saul Miller was looking at the ruins that were gradually coming into view not far away, his face was already gloomy to the extreme.

Relying on a rare relic collected by the Shelley Family, he had pinpointed the thief who stole his opportunity.

He thought it would be an effortless capture and kill operation.

He had even though of how, after catching the thief, he would first skin him and pull his tendons, make him suffer the worst torture, before he could vent his anger.

However, he never thought that things would turn out like this.

He did not see the battle scene, but he heard those intermittent screams.

A hunt that was thought to be in the bag, has turned into this?

Even if he is not a Card Master Apprentice, a First Tier card master actually pushed his Miller Family’s hundreds of private soldiers to this extent? Everyone else did not know why, but Saul Miller knew very well.

It must be that origin card!

The stronger the thief showed himself to be in combat power, the more furious he felt in his heart.

This should have been his!

Saul Miller would not leave.

Without taking back what belongs to him, he would never leave!

Although he didn’t understand why the thief could clearly escape, but he returned to kill people instead.

However, Saul Miller’s heart was indeed expecting just that at this moment.

He didn’t feel that the man would really dare to come and kill him.

Any normal person could see through this clumsy scheme at a glance.

This was clearly meant to force the High Tier guards to retreat, letting that guy

kill more minions and humiliate his Miller Family!

If they captured him today, it would still be okay.

If they did not capture him, the news getting out would put the Miller Family in

a difficult position!

Thinking of this, Saul Miller’s face became even darker, he roared: “A bunch of useless people, don’t pile up here! Go and catch that guy quickly!”

He had Morgue, the Fifth Tier commander, by his side. Why would he need these fools who could not even catch a First Tier card master to guard him? Upon hearing this, the High Tier guards who originally wanted to stay and protect Saul Miller, had no choice but to leave and chase the thief in the fog. However, just as these people left, an abrupt change happened!

A few high-explosive smoke bombs were shot from afar and fell not far from Saul Miller, exploding immediately.

The dissipating fog, in an instant, became so dense one could not see his own hand.

“Pop”, “Pop”, “Pop”…

A series of footsteps against the air made a booming sound.

The Millers only reacted then, the assassin really came.

The look on Saul Miller’s face instantly turned shocked and confused: He really dared to come to die?

The guards beside him also instantly tensed up.

However, only the Fifth Tier commander, Morgue, looked indifferent, standing next to Saul Miller steadily like a mountain.

A speed that could leave an afterimage, even a Third Tier Card Master might not be able to stop it.

But in his eyes, it’s just like a child waving a sword, not threatening at all.

He just watched coldly.

The other Miller guards were already in a panic, not expecting the real assassin to come after some of their close guards had withdrawn.

All sorts of barriers, ready to unleash their cards.

But from the perspective of the werewolf who is in a frenzy, this slight chaos was enough for him to rush in.

Only then, for the first time, did Saul Miller see that “little thief”.

It was a terrifying werewolf, with a body full of turbulent curse power and eyes as red as fire.

Despite being only First Tier, the werewolf gave off an unstoppable and rapid force, like a released arrow.

The werewolf’s face held a ferocious and mad smirk, as if greeting: Haven’t

seen you in long time, Young Master Saul!

The frantic and aggressive eyes were like burning flames, generating a sort of

spirit pollution, leading to a fear originating from the deepest part of the soul.

Even with Fifth Tier guards by his side, Saul Miller felt a chill crawl up his spine as he watched.

This guy… really dared to kill him?!

He had never faced such a real death threat in his life.

For the first time, he felt the sensation of the close arrival of death.

If not for his robust bodyguards, Saul might have wanted to back off due to weak legs.

Morgue, the frost knight commander, maintained a cold face, and looked at the

beads of blood seeping out of the werewolf’s body, realizing in his heart: “Potential activation… he doesn’t want to live?”

Unlocking the body’s safety switch, stimulating abnormal hormones secretions, this was the principle of most berserk secret skills.

No wonder a mere First Tier card master could have such incredible combat power.

But even so, in Morgue’s eyes, there was still no threat.

He watched the werewolf stepping on the rapidly forming ice, and tightened his

grip on the longsword in his hand, ready to swing out a sword of aura and cut him down in mid-air.

However, as he was drawing his sword, an unexpected situation occurred again.

Morgue suddenly felt the scene in front of him becoming twisted, he could no longer catch sight of the werewolf.

This is… a domain-level mysterious system spell.

Morgue’s face turned pale in an instant, he exclaimed in his heart: “Not good, a

Legendary power holder!”