Chapter 465 - 167: "The Polluted Slit-Mouthed

Chapter 465: Chapter 167: “The Polluted Slit-Mouthed

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He quickly verified that it was not a group mental illusion.

They seemed to have fallen into a special spatial loop due to some specific reasons.

Leonard Churchill wasn’t too surprised.

But he was puzzled.

Because he couldn’t sense the presence of any living creatures other than them.

Catherine Carter on his side also looked cautious, meeting his gaze and signalling that she heard nothing either.

He looked at Elder Clinton, the shifty old man, who seemed to recognize something and whispered, “We’re in trouble, it’s the ‘Catastrophe Domain’...” Upon hearing this, Leonard instantly remembered some information recorded in the classics.

The monsters capable of forming “Catastrophe Domains”, were either top tier or very unique creatures.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Elder Clinton pushed Colin, who was beside him, down, burying his head under his crotch and mumbling, “Watch your front, young punk!”

Leonard watched their actions, which he was far too familiar with.

In practice, he knew this awkward position was a very effective way of defending against evil spirits.

With no sounds of movement, it was obvious that this unseen Catastrophe was a member of the “Ghostly Species”.

Leonard didn’t take any chances, bending over and burying his head in-between his own legs in the same manner.

Meanwhile, he glanced at Catherine, whose face exemplified bewilderment, and hinted: what about you?

Being smart, Catherine knew Elder Clinton was someone capable and guessed that their actions must have a special purpose.

Functions meant to counter that monster.

But...doing this in public was far too...embarrassing for her.

She was sure that any real lady would choose death over such a disgraceful act in front of a crowd.

Leonard gazed at her urging: “Aren’t you going to do it?”

Catherine’s eyes were filled with conflict and she was evidently torn. But her fingers touched the Destiny Coin inside her pocket.

Finally, she let out a long breath, her voice relieved, “No need. I won’t die.”

Upon hearing this, Leonard didn’t object and said nothing.

Their actions inevitably drew the attention of others.

“What are these three goofballs doing?”

Leonard frowned upon hearing this.

It seems impossible to expect the first option.

But the second one...

He didn’t even know what the monster actually was, how could he counter it?

This was going to be difficult.

Catherine further explained with a serious tone, “Rule-based Catastrophes are very rare... They usually only appear in legendary Catastrophes...”

If it was a legendary monster, then there was no use in resisting — they might as well just wait for death.

However, he thought there might still be a chance.

Just like how the common undead all spawned Dark Matter Crystals, it wouldn’t be out of the question for other monsters to spawn variants as well.

... And at that moment, the second victim appeared.

This time, not even a scream could be heard before the unfortunate soul’s head got severed.

Upon seeing the body, fear had utterly gripped the other members of the team.

“Quick, let’s find a way out!”

“Everybody, stay close and don’t wander off.”

Unfortunately, this did not delay the arrival of successive deaths.

Leonard and his team had no way out, and it was even less likely for others to break through the endless Catastrophe Domain.

Not until the fourth person fell did Leonard manage to catch a glimpse of a figure.

It was the figure of a woman in a white robe, with long hair streaming down her back.

Although she appeared corporeal, bullets and curse cards were ineffective, passing through her like a ghost and causing no harm.

Others could not even see this figure.

However, with the aid of the Clown Mask heightening his cognition, Leonard received information about the monster.

[The Defiled Split-mouth Female]

Description: A third-tier A-class Rule-based Catastrophe corrupted by the power of High-level Laws, 100% immune to physical and magical damage; An erstwhile female card master, disfigured by a blade, failed to accept the reality of her mutilated face and committed suicide, post which her residual hatred manifested into this ‘Ghostly Species’ Catastrophe; It wanders the streets it was familiar with in life, asking people ‘Am I Beautiful?’, failing to provide a satisfactory answer results in death by her giant pair of scissors; Inside its rules, it ignores all defenses, kills with just one strike;

Leonard’s eyes twitched at the sight of the 100% immunity to physical and magical attacks, his mind filled with dread.

It was clear; there was no chance of killing this creature.

Moreover, the “One Hit Kill” characteristic sent chills down his spine.