Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 82: Chapter 55: The Absurd Combat Power of

Level 9

Translator: 549690339 I

After not running for very long, Leonard Churchill realized that the structure of this Underground Palace seemed to resemble a “round character”.

It was quite expansive.

But also limited.

The threesome of Leonard Churchill did not attempt to traverse the entirety of the palace.

Without having to explore every nook and cranny, they could guess that some “Secret Keepers” were still wandering around certain corners of the palace. Following the traces of battle on the ground and walking through a corridor, they came to a chamber filled with scattered bones.

From a spatial perspective, this was the very center of the palace.

Looking at the various patterns and mysterious symbols engraved on the walls, Leonard Churchill immediately realized that this was the final exit recorded in the adventurer’s notebook.

Looking at the fragments of bones scattered across the floor, Leonard Churchill muttered: “The Skeleton Monsters have been wiped out, this saves us some trouble…”

According to the adventurer’s diary, there should be a lot of elite Skeleton Monsters around this secret chamber.

For low-tier Curse Card Masters, it would be quite tricky.

But now, all that remained were fragments of bones.

The Disaster Level of the Alternate Dimension of “Grand Cemetery Labyrinth” itself was not high, the most powerful Skeleton Monster was at most Second Tier Catastrophe.

An Elite Frost Knight of the Third Tier would naturally kill them with ease.

The guy just now had been here for two or three days, not knowing how to suppress his San Value, and once the monster’s hatred was triggered, it had to be completely eliminated.

This made things easier for Leonard Churchill and his crew.

The only pity was that high-tier Curse Card Masters, when brushing through low-tier duplications, would almost never produce materials or cards.

Even if they really did, the result and evaluation would be extremely low.

What a pity for the Silver Skull Leaders scattered all over the floor.

In the corner, one could spot the trace of a collapsed area on a pile of bone fragments where someone had sat, presumably this secret chamber was also the hiding place of the frost knight over these few days.

Camilla did not sense any “Secret Keepers” near the chamber, probably because that guy had drawn all the monsters away.

One didn’t need to think to know that there wouldn’t be a safer place in the palace than here.

After observing their surroundings for a bit, he said, “Let’s just wait here.”

There was no chance of escape.

It was better for them to choose a place and wait at leisure.

Camilla nodded, “Mhm.”

With the labyrinth being round character-shaped, if they kept running, they would either encounter a monster or bump into that frost knight.

There was no need to keep running, they could just wait here.

Camilla’s injuries had not fully recovered yet. After entering, she found a place to meditate, also preparing her major offensive move.

Tracy Garcia knew she couldn’t do much to help, so she was rummaging through the pile of skeletons, looking for materials to make Spirit Communication skeletons, just in case they were needed.

Upon entering the dimly lit chamber, Leonard Churchill’s eyes were immediately drawn to the stone carvings on the walls.

He turned on the light and began to study the content of these carvings up close.

The carving in this chamber was the most elaborate in the whole maze, the most complex, and held the most amount of information.

These engravings, which to others appeared as mysterious symbols, seemed to him at the moment, like a series of discontinuous but decipherable text.

Although not entirely translatable, combined with the images, he could roughly guess their meanings.

According to the murals and stone carvings he saw earlier outside, this should be a massive tomb erected for a certain king of the ancient Taren Dynasty.

This labyrinth was only the first layer’s entrance.

The murals didn’t have much information about the tomb.

However, while studying the engravings, Leonard Cardinal looked up and, at the most central point on the ceiling, saw the mysterious symbol “C” again.

Although it was merely a simple moon symbol, it seemed to stir the deepest slumbering instincts of people’s souls like magic, awakening the terrifying memories inherited in the bloodline.

This was a sensation that could not be articulated through language.

As if… they were gazing upon an indescriptible deity.

He had felt the same way in the basement of Tailor Street.

In order to avoid being polluted by some mysterious power, Leonard Churchill immediately put on the Clown Mask.

But after all, this was only an alternate dimension, and some things were not as vivid as they were in reality.

After a brief observation, he didn’t find any more hints of “Old Day Miracles”.

Another look showed that the distribution of the four stone pillars around the chamber was very subtle, as if hinting at some kind of array.

The carvings depicted figures in robes who appeared to be priests, conducting some mysterious ceremony. Though the priests were facing different directions, they were all oriented towards the moon symbol on the ceiling in the center.

Looking at the images of hanging, sacrificial bodies, Leonard Churchill recognized them at once, “Isn’t this the skinning sacrifice ceremony from the Tailor Street basement?”

Upon seeing these stone carvings, he had a faint inkling.

However, what was the purpose of this sacrificial ritual?

Was it to communicate with an ancient deity of old?

Or praying for strength?

He didn’t find the precise answer in the carvings.

Moreover, although card masters used the power of demons, they verily had no faith in deities. So in Leonard Churchill’s memory, things like ancient deity’s acolytes and Old Days Sect, in the eyes of hunters, they were as crazy and extreme as sewer rats.

Leonard didn’t pay much attention to these sacrificial rituals. His priority was to find a way to escape.

But there was so much content carved into the chamber that he couldn’t read it all at once.

Before he could finish, the sound of clanging armor echoed through the hollow passage.

Camilla, who was in meditation, suddenly opened her eyes and exclaimed softly, “He’s here.”

Leonard Churchill was not surprised.

The frost knight had arrived.

Despite her weakness and injuries, the oppressive sensation of a Third Tier Curse Card Master was still palpable..