Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 982: Chapter 302 [DP-955 Research Institute]_3

The previously preset escape routes were no longer necessary; Leonard Churchill returned to the safe path leading back to the camp.

The few routes that had already been explored were all marked, and it was not uncommon to encounter adventurers who had ventured into the marsh.

In no time, Leonard Churchill, following a scent, encountered the squad escorting the Toad.

It probably was because the Thorny Snake Corps was stirring that sharp-minded individuals had sensed an opportunity, and countless adventure groups were also flooding into the marsh.

Judging by this momentum, it seemed that the tens of thousands of adventurers who had been outside the marsh encampment had mostly arrived.

Leonard Churchill observed this throng of people with a subdued brilliance in his eyes.

He obviously could see the opportunities that these people could see.

And he saw them even more clearly.

In the world through Leonard Churchill’s eyes, all beings and things displayed ever-shifting trajectories of destiny.

But “I am the world” could infer the origins and outcomes of events.

As Leonard Churchill’s expertise in the Demon God Secret Skill grew, he began to notice something different: “Why do I feel like we’re being deliberately led into the marsh by certain people?”

There is no need to speculate that something significant must be involved for Heman of the Thorny Snake Corps to personally embark on exploration.

For mercenaries to swarm there for a chance at a vast fortune is also normal.

However, having experienced Noah Wright’s stratagems several times, Leonard Churchill understood that truly ingenious plots left almost no traces.

To uncover such schemes, it was very important to pay attention to some details.

For example: Aragon mentioned there might be a “jar” inside; and coincidentally, Sophia Jones happened to be here as well…

Contemplating this, Leonard Churchill’s train of thought focused on these two points, and he discovered a problem: “That’s not right. The Revolutionary Army are experts in guerrilla warfare, so how could they be found so easily and cornered?”

“Could it be an insider?”

Suddenly, Leonard Churchill thought of something, and his thoughts branched out: “Heh, interesting. Did an insider reveal the Revolutionary Army’s position to the Thorny Snake Corps in a plot to use them as a weapon against their own?”

Assuming this possibility, there were only a few conclusions one could draw.

Conspiracies are unnecessary in the face of absolute power.

The superiority of the Southern Continent over the East Wilderness means spies are almost impossible at the moment.

Therefore, if there is an insider, it can only be someone from within the East Wilderness.

And the card masters from the East Wilderness on the Old Continent are mostly from the Alliance Army.

There is no enmity between the two.

Thus, those “insiders” are most likely coming from the restored Orlan Royal Family.

“Are the people of the White Family also in the marsh?”

Leonard Churchill mused momentarily, almost certain of this outcome.

When it comes to espionage, the God Stealer Sequence of the White Family is undoubtedly the most fitting job sequence he has ever seen.

A variety of Immortal Aegis Animals and mysterious system spells left one unprepared for defense.

Just like how Leonard Churchill wouldn’t have known that a body could harbor another living person if he hadn’t seen it for himself?

If Leonard Churchill could infiltrate, it’s likely that the White Family had long since arranged for people to blend in among these adventurers from the Southern Continent, perhaps even the upper ranks of the Thorny Snake Corps.

This could also reasonably explain everything.

Using the might of the Thorny Snake Corps to severely damage Sophia Jones and her party from the Revolutionary Army.

But then the question arises.

“So, what is the White Family trying to accomplish by attracting so many people into the marsh?”

As Leonard Churchill reached this point, he suddenly felt the situation become even more intriguing.

Using others to eliminate one’s enemies was indeed a clever strategy.

But it also risks exposing the secrets deep within the marsh.

Clearly, the people of the White Family didn’t mind revealing these secrets, instead appearing to deliberately draw these people in.

Looking at the crowd before him, the colorful threads of fate in Leonard Churchill’s eyes suddenly turned a dull, lifeless shade.

The inferences of “I am the world” confirmed everything he had thought of so far without any logical flaws.

That is to say, he had most likely deduced the most accurate result reflecting the actual situation.

“Sacrifice?”

The word suddenly popped into Leonard Churchill’s head.

Indeed, allowing so many people into the marsh could help with pioneering the land.

But after clearing the land, the White Family lacked the strength to snatch the treasures from these powerful individuals from the Southern Continent.

The only possibility, then, was that they were confident these people posed no threat.

And only the dead pose no threat.

The marsh was already a site of the White Family’s “Immortal Aegis Animals’ Secret Tomb,” and no one knew better than the White Family what lay within.

So while these adventurers were still alive, they were already as good as dead to the White Family.

The White Family must be concocting some kind of large-scale Sacrifice Ceremony in secret.

After all, the Secret Skills of the God Stealer Sequence and the divine secret skill of the Ancient God Devotees held many similarities.

Such actions were not out of the ordinary.

This was the only reasonable explanation.

Thinking this, Leonard Churchill’s expression turned knowing: “Tsk tsk, the White Family sure plays a ruthless game…”

This perspective revealed that the East Continent was not as easy to conquer as believed.

Such an increasingly mysterious situation had a unique allure for Leonard Churchill.

As he gazed at the monochrome threads of fate before him, his eyes caught sight of the iron cage wrapped in black cloth.

In the world as Leonard Churchill saw it at this moment, it was the only object not colored gray.

A mysterious black.

Inside the cage was a hero held captive.

Just like in the “Waren City Rebel Camp” Duplication, “Goron” served as a narrative anchor.

To Leonard Churchill, Aragon – the Hero – was also a crucial point at this moment.

Even if others died, it wasn’t that easy for a hero to perish.

“Heh heh…”

Thinking this, Leonard Churchill flashed his white teeth, his mind overtaken by a singular, intense, and mad thought.

He wanted to go in and see for himself!

He had been planning to find an opportunity to rescue the Toad, and now it seemed the only viable chance had arrived.

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