Catastrophe Card King-Chapter 1024 - 315 Some Daily Life _2

Chapter 1024: Chapter 315 Some Daily Life _2

Chapter 1024 -315 Some Daily Life _2

The edges of the book were worn, as if it had been leafed through countless times, and an ancient, mysterious aura rushed forth.

Merely taking it out, the temperature inside the tent plummeted, and a soul-chilling sensation instantly assaulted Leonard Churchill’s heart.

Leonard Churchill’s brow immediately furrowed, that feeling was like… like the immense terror felt countless times at the brink of death!

Enlightenment also appeared at the same time, “You are being eroded by the ‘Law of Death’…”

The Law of Death is one of the supreme laws.

It was a domain that Leonard Churchill had not yet touched.

However, after a moment of his hairs standing on end, he was not deterred by this deathly aura; instead, a brilliance appeared on his face, and he thought to himself, “What a magnificent item!”

He had experienced this mind-clearing sensation many times at the edge of death.

And he missed it dearly.

A thought instinctively surfaced in Leonard Churchill’s mind: Wouldn’t this mean that with this book, he could artificially create that terrifying state at the threshold of death?

Tracy Garcia apparently guessed what Leonard Churchill was thinking and explained with a tone of regret, “This ‘Book of the Undead’ records the secrets of the Law of Death. It also has a strong contamination. Without reaching a corresponding level of the law, touching this book will significantly shorten one’s lifespan.”

As she spoke, white light swirled in her hand and instantly suppressed the black energy emanating from the book.

“Shorten lifespan…”

Upon hearing this, Leonard Churchill raised an eyebrow; it clearly wasn’t so easy to exploit a bug.

Tracy Garcia looked at the ancient book and could not hide her excitement, “I didn’t expect that this ‘Book of the Undead’ would end up in the hands of those people from the Southern Continent. And it just so happens that the Red Dragon Empire has a very powerful necromancer, who was actually able to open the coordinates of The Gate of the Underworld recorded in the classic books…”

“…”

Leonard Churchill caught on to something suddenly.

If the Red Dragon Royal Family had a top-tier necromancer.

That meant, next to Prince Salo, there might also be a very powerful undead spellcaster, right?

Perhaps that was the confidence they had to target the King of Augustus’s Mausoleum.

As Tracy Garcia spoke, she casually opened the ancient book.

She had been discovered before she got a chance to take a closer look.

As she read, she couldn’t help expressing her astonishment, “It’s said this tome was compiled by King Lanlingster, a required read for high-ranking Spirit Communicators and Necromancers. My mother said this tome was lost for over ten thousand years. Wow, I never expected to find such a relic…”

“…”

Leonard Churchill glanced from the corner of his eye.

The dark red pages were densely packed with ancient text.

And there were some intricately hand-drawn illustrations.

He recognized those characters; this was Ancient Taron Language.

A bit like Classical Chinese, it was an older, more obscure, closer variant of the High-level Demon Language, evolved from Taron’s common language.

Leonard Churchill recognized some of it, yet found it hard to understand the implications.

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He merely glanced at it and knew that the content was advanced, not something he could comprehend at that moment.

But he wasn’t in a hurry.

Since it belonged to this bun-haired miss, there would always be a chance to look at it later.

Tracy Garcia was obviously also interested in this tome, flipping through it roughly.

At that moment, Leonard Churchill caught sight of something in the corner of his eye and suddenly noticed a few hand-drawn images on one of the pages!

He didn’t understand the text, but he understood the drawing.

It seemed to be a process for making a mummy.

Above was a human corpse divided into several parts, with the soul also extracted.

The body was nailed to a cross, wrapped with a corpse-wrapping cloth…

Leonard Churchill found it strangely familiar.

Upon another look at the few tools in the picture, weren’t these the Light and Dark Holy Nail, Light and Dark Cross, and Light and Dark Shroud – the sealing trinity set?

“Could this be the Weeping Angel’s sealing ceremony?”

Leonard Churchill thought, as if flashes of insight passed through his mind, but he couldn’t grasp them.

Intuition told him that when the Taron Royal Family’s Guardian Angel was killed by Tracy Garcia’s ancestor, there might have been more to it.

Seeing the change in Leonard Churchill’s expression, Tracy Garcia asked, “What’s wrong?”

Leonard Churchill, pointing directly at that page, asked, “What is this?”

Tracy Garcia looked and furrowed her brows, “Ahh… I haven’t learned this spell yet, and I don’t understand it well either. Hmm… but by the looks of the introduction, it seems like a secret skill to break through one’s realm by utilizing the path of death. Oh, and resurrection.”

Leonard Churchill, “Resurrection?”

“Yes.”

Tracy Garcia nodded, “Though I don’t understand it yet. But with a certain level of research into the Law of Death, naturally, you would also become proficient in the Law of Life.”

“Opposing natures!”

Once heard this, Leonard Churchill thought of the domain of knowledge that Aragon had mentioned, only accessible to a top-tier card master.

His eyes tightened slightly, and he suddenly understood something.

The Weeping Angel wasn’t just killed!

Perhaps the High Priest who killed the Weeping Angel in the past left a plot for future generations.

Noah Wright had once said, some ancient powerful beings might have died, but their plots could affect the continuity of civilization for thousands, perhaps tens of thousands of years.

Like the “Divine Ruins Treasure House” of Sinless City.

This kind of plot would play its role at a necessary time.

“So brilliant…”

Leonard Churchill’s mind raced.

Using “I Am the World,” he extrapolated a line of cause and effect stretching from three thousand years ago, one strand of which fell upon himself.

After all, the soul of the Weeping Angel was now in his possession.

Tracy Garcia was gradually deciphering the spell on that page, and looking up at Leonard Churchill’s expression, she asked, “What is it?”

Leonard Churchill, thoughts whirling, asked, “Little Garcia, do you know about the ‘Weeping Angel’?”