Chapter 539: 187_2

Chapter 539: 187_2

But against these card masters of the third tier or lower, Leonard Churchill was knocking them down almost one punch at a time.

Thus, he was rampaging amidst the crowd, it was as if he was in a realm without people.

The advantage of the enemies, though large in number, at this moment seemed like a pile of cabbages, trying to block a sharp knife, but were instead slashed with body parts scattered everywhere.

In just a blink of an eye, a horrific atmosphere spread among the troops.

These people couldn’t understand why they were clearly surround and killing two men, yet they were actually... surrounded by two people?

Screams of horror and cries of pain were incessant.

Those third tier or higher masters, seeing people falling like crops around them, were also helpless.

They had to be careful to face such a strange way of killing. How could they take care of others?

Especially those physically weak Spellcaster Card Masters, who looked like they had seen a ghost. Their eyelids were twitching as they watched the werewolf killing wildly in the crowd.

The speed was too fast!

So fast that nobody could guarantee that they wouldn’t be the next one to be killed!

No one dared to rush forward and gain merit.

They grouped together in threes or twos, protecting each other.

The pressure was at its peak the moment both sides confronted each other.

The savagery and violence demonstrated by the werewolf was like an increasingly heavy mountain pressing on everyone’s heart.

Fear, pain, remorse, despair...

Negative emotions gushed out like a geyser.

In line with what others couldn’t see, countless “emotional threads” rushed out from the bodies of these people, and then converged on Leonard Churchill.

It was compensated by the mocking laughter that reached his ears.

Human nature...is so greedy and cowardly.

As well as the Extraordinary Traits on those corpses, they were devoured by the Feast into Leonard Churchill’s body.

Kak had brought these people here fully prepared, including many professional armies.

She already knew of Leonard Churchill’s extraordinary combat power when he was dealing with Bolton, a fourth-tier, but she only thought he was strong.

Now watching Leonard Churchill wreaking havoc on the crowd, she deeply felt the horror of his combat power.

Yes, it’s terrifying.

It seemed like it wasn’t just a man, but the actual Grim Reaper had arrived, harvesting the lives of enemies rampantly.

The efficiency of annihilating the enemy was nearly as fast as her secret skills.

But it was only a moment of shock.

The solemnity in Catherine Carter’s heart didn’t alleviate in the slightest because of the werewolf who was wreaking havoc among the crowd.

After killing hundreds of people in an instant, Leonard Churchill was suddenly stopped by a man.

It was a guy carrying two-handed swords on his back, exuding the same black Curse Power as Leonard Churchill.

This person was none other than Abel, the Fist King of the Sinless City’s Brotherhood.

The ‘Gluttony’ Secret Skill that Leonard Churchill possessed originated from this guy.

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In just a short time, Leonard Churchill had mowed down hundreds of enemies in the crowd.

Normally speaking, even a third-tier card master, without countering methods wouldn’t be able to stop him.

However, when Leonard Churchill was on guard for a higher-level card master’s sneak attack, a man suddenly blocked his way.

“Eh!”

In that moment, Leonard Churchill suddenly let out a light exclamation.

Because he found that his invincible scalpels, surprisingly one was being controlled?

He glanced at the corner of his eye, only to see that one of the scalpels was weirdly suspended in mid-air, just like it was stuck in a piece of wood.

“Abel?”

Leonard Churchill recognized this acquaintance almost immediately.

The curse power fire halo that was half a foot away from his body was unique to the Air Skill Master’s ability, Curse Power Gang.

The flying knife was excellent for breaking demonic power, normally they could penetrate the Body Protection Curse Seal of a third tier card master.

But it surprisingly was a purely physical means, using curse power to form a layer of high-density Gang Air on the body’s surface.