This ans that Leonard Churchill now has better conditions than the Card Emperor of the past!
By absorbing those Seven Monarchs, he can reach a tier higher than the Card Emperor of the past!
He might even have the capability to completely resolve the Titan True God.
Hiss...
At this thought, Leonard Churchill drew a sharp breath.
Only then did he see through a sche that had lasted several eras.
Is this the terrifying strategizing ability of the "Chess Player"?
He was also deeply moved by the countless generations of card master predecessors who worked tirelessly towards this common goal.
"However, my current deductions can only see up to this step. Even if the Titan True God is slain, then... what about the other Titan Gods? It still leads to despair... My understanding cannot think of any solution. I also have no ti left. I’ll leave it to you, brave future generations..."
"Before dawn arrives, there must be soone to illuminate the darkness—M"
"..."
Leonard Churchill finished reading the words left by Emperor Lanlingster.
The predicant of the Card Master Plane was like a high wall, blocking the view of the scenery outside.
Countless card master predecessors beca bricks, building a mound higher and higher for people to climb.
Leonard Churchill felt that he might not be the one to ultimately solve the problem, but he had the determination to at least try, even if it was just to add a brick or two.
Apart from the historical truths, the Forbidden Ruins Stele recorded clues left by other predecessors.
The [JOKER] sequence has had many inheritors over the years.
But Lanlingster stood at the highest height.
"That is also the ritual required to ascend to the Colorful JOKER, sacrificing oneself to the Black Coffin to glimpse the secrets of ’Chaos Law’..."
"The seven Godhoods will each have their own consciousness, which is also an opportunity... Before they rge, they are independent consciousnesses, and inevitably will vie for control of the main consciousness..."
"As for ’Supervision’, it’s not entirely without a solution. Predecessors have empirically tested a thod to avoid the Plane Inspector’s supervision... that is, to use death to circumvent death... becoming a ’Shadow’ walking in the shadows."
"..."
He saw so clues left by familiar individuals.
The Last Great Priest of Taren Will Smith, the Pursuer of Light Faro of the sa era... and the various historical periods of "Elder Clinton".
Many, many.
....
Since his first day as a card master in this world, Leonard Churchill was exceedingly curious about what exactly was going on in this world.
And coincidentally, the Forbidden Ruins Stele recorded the ultimate secret of the Card Master Civilization.
Today, he finally saw it.
It was an enlightening and exhilarating feeling to a great degree.
At the sa ti, he felt the heavy weight of history.
He recorded those contents in his mind.
The scene in front of him gradually returned, transforming back into the tavern’s second floor.
In front, Elder Clinton was still devouring and drinking, his eyes no longer possessed wisdom, replaced with familiar lewdness.
Ivan also supported his small belly, competing with the old man on who could eat more.
Leonard Churchill’s mind was still digesting the contents he had just seen, his eyes sowhat absent-minded.
Elder Clinton seed to also notice sothing unusual, looked up, "Leonard boy, why are you looking at like that?"
The little Ivan at the table also turned her head, blinking curiously, she too sensed that the Leonard in front of her seed different.
Leonard was dazed for a mont, his eyes gradually focused, and he smiled, "Nothing."
Ca with nothing, had nothing to fear losing.
If there was anything truly hard to let go of, it was the companions and friends he’d t along the way.
But it was because of having sothing to protect that made him more determined to solve the problem.
Elder Clinton observed the change in his expression and asked inexplicably, "Do you need my help?"
Leonard smiled and shook his head, saying, "No. If my plan fails, soone still needs to know what happened."
At this mont, he also understood why Emperor Lanlingster didn’t let Elder Clinton help even in desperation.
One reason was feeling that even if they survived the Dragon Clan’s siege, they couldn’t escape the Plane Inspector’s purge;
And most importantly, the Card Master Civilization needed soone to pass it on.
The "Seven Catastrophes Monarchs," every ti they ravaged the plane, was actually the Titan Race’s purge of the Card Master Civilization, artificially cutting off its legacy.
Elder Clinton was the most important backup to ensure civilization’s continuation.
...
Two days flew by.
Leonard Churchill led his two disciples waiting outside Tunis City for a long ti.
At this mont, two cloaked figures quietly appeared.
Upon seeing them, Darcy imdiately bowed deeply: "Greetings, Mistress!"
Seeing this, Isabel beside him was utterly bewildered, not knowing who these two were, yet followed suit: "Greetings, Mistress."
Hearing this title, the two cloaked figures seed slightly surprised.
They lifted their hoods, revealing two stunning faces, none other than Camilla and Tracy Garcia who had rushed from the East Wilderness.
Camilla still retained her cold, aloof deanor, the pressure and dominance from the Royal Destiny adding a few degrees of the Ice Queen’s arrogance.
The Bun-Haired Miss had matured significantly, her every move exuding a High Priest’s composure.
However, upon seeing Leonard Churchill, Tracy Garcia didn’t hide the joy in her heart.
Leonard opened his arms, giving this Bun-Haired Miss a warm hug.
It had been over a year since they last parted.
"Long ti no see."
"Indeed, long ti no see."
"So Leonard, why did you call us to the Southern Continent? And so mysteriously too."
"How about being my Empress?"
"Ah... this... why... why suddenly say this? I’m a High Priest, I can’t be Empress... You can ask Sister Camilla..."
"..."
With everyone gathered, they leisurely strolled towards Tunis City.
Now that Camilla and the others were here, it was ti to prepare for the coronation ceremony.
Behind the three, the two disciples tactfully kept their distance from the teacher.
But Isabel didn’t quite understand this relationship, and whispered while walking, "Stupid Darcy, which one is the mistress?"
Darcy: "Both are."
"Ah???"
Hearing this, Isabel’s expression turned slightly peculiar, and she asked again, "From the East Wilderness?"
Darcy knew what his junior sister was thinking, and said faintly, "These two mistresses are extrely, trendously powerful."
Upon hearing this from her senior brother, Isabel imdiately showed respect, muttering to herself, "The mistresses are so beautiful..."
She was once very confident in her appearance, but after eting several mistresses, she found her own appearance truly unremarkable.
If they were only beautiful, that would have been fine, but they happened to be very strong as well.
Strong enough to be revered.
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