In theory, anyway, people from the Card Master Plane can’t escape.
It’s like a pot of at stewed till tender, with nutrients not spilling out.
When Leonard Churchill dies, Divine Power will dissipate and return to the Plane Origin, resetting civilization. After one or two eras, this history will be buried under the dust of history like those of the Great Catastrophe Era.
That dormant Titan True God, Bal, can once again search for opportunities to break the seal.
Just like the death of Emperor Lanlingster was unable to stop the revival of the Titan True God.
It rely delayed by one era.
But that was before.
Now Leonard Churchill has deciphered the secret of the [Dinsion Reduction Book].
That dormant Titan God can do nothing to him, but he can find ways to sabotage and prevent its revival.
Even if Titan Bal cannot get to Leonard Churchill, other "Plane Inspectors" will certainly find ways to deal with this trouble.
So thinking of this, Leonard Churchill glanced at the seven Sealed Spell Clay Pots around him, a faint, calm arc ford at the corner of his mouth, and he said lightly: "So, this ti... I will certainly die."
Since he is bound to die, there’s no need to worry about the process of death.
More considerations are about satisfying curiosity.
"..."
There are only two people here; no majestic High Priest.
Tracy Garcia looked at his calm expression, a girlish pout on her face: "You realized?"
Leonard Churchill knows she’s worried about him and smiles again, saying: "Not so serious. Although in the deduction, the Titan Race wants to kill , and it must be a ans I can’t imagine. The conclusion is that I will inevitably die. But because it’s certain death, so ans can be guessed. The Card Master Plane can’t bring the True God down; to kill , it has to be so kind of magical external item... like a Creation Divine Artifact, High-dinsional Divine Skill, Curse, etc. No matter what... once used on , it won’t be a secret anymore."
Just like twenty years ago.
Leonard Churchill made himself bait.
He wants to probe the thods of the Titan Race.
Once tested, certain plans can have a few more points of certainty.
Without saying it too clearly, Tracy Garcia understands what he ans but still worries: "What if..."
"There’s no ’what if’. This is the last chance."
Leonard Churchill shook his head, a deep gaze appearing in his eyes.
It’s like a chess ga in its final endga, with only a few pieces left, with less change.
It’s all the thrilling move of "King vs. King," one wrong step, and it’s a full board loss.
There is no room for recovery.
Tracy Garcia understands indeed.
If the plan fails, the entire existing Card Master Civilization will be erased.
Leonard Churchill knows there must be so Prophets and Diviners eavesdropping sowhere in the shadows, and as if provocative, he says a few more sentences with interest: "If today I succeed in the ritual, I will surely be recognized by the Plane Origin, and they will undoubtedly make their move today. If they don’t co, once I rge with the Plane Origin, I can smoothly advance to the Upper Divine Rank, and by then, it will be difficult for them to deal with in the Card Master Plane..."
The collapsing Card Master Plane prevents other True Gods from descending, protecting the living creatures born from the Plane.
But the downside is, with the missing Plane Law, the local living creatures also find it hard to find fortune for High-level Divine Rank advancent.
Even Guardian Angel’s ascension to Reine’s Middle Rank was realized through death to understand Extraordinary Compatibility Balance. And Dead Dragon Marlodis went to the Underworld to make a breakthrough.
But there’s one nearly certain way to advance to the Upper Rank God, which is the path Emperor Lanlingster took, becoming the Plane Master!
After obtaining recognition by the Plane Origin, one can advance to Upper Rank God.
As a Chess Player, Leonard Churchill sees very clearly, this move forces the opponent to undoubtedly move in a certain way.
"..."
Tracy Garcia listened, wanted to say sothing but swallowed it back.
Looking at the familiar face in the mirror, she knows Leonard Churchill has considered everything.
Like when they first t, he has never changed.
Tracy Garcia’s eyes flickering with mories silently helped Leonard Churchill tidy up his collar.
...
Today’s sunshine is bright in the Royal City Acheleon.
The Great Sun in the sky, the Holy Item [Sun Disc] of the Sun Sect, now persuaded by Leonard Churchill to gather Elents, also balances Yin and Yang with the [Moon].
In a certain tower of the palace, an old man with a black beard leisurely lies basking in the sun.
Just then, a Bun-Haired Miss sneaks up.
The black-bearded old man notices this sneaky girl, slightly twitches his eyebrows but doesn’t open his eyes.
The Bun-Haired Miss jumps out, pulls the old man’s sleeve, and coquettishly says: "Marlodis Grandpa, stop sleeping. You promised to teach that technique of Light and Dark balance, I haven’t mastered it..."
The black-bearded old man is none other than Dead Dragon Marlodis.
Because fearing dinsion reduction, he can only always follow Leonard Churchill.
The Great Dragon form is too eye-catching, so he transforms into human form.
Listening to Nathaniel West, Marlodis shows a ’don’t bother while I’m sleeping’ face, waves his hand and says: "Ask Leonard Churchill that brat. He doesn’t know less than this old bone."
He, dignified Upper Rank Dragon God, has to protect Leonard Churchill from being killed, and also be pestered by his daughter to teach Dragon Language Magic.
The more he thinks, the odder it seems.
I ca to be a Dragon Master, how did it turn into this.
Seeing the old man’s reluctant look, Tracy Garcia pokes her fingers, saying pitifully: "But Father is busy with the ritual today... "
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