Catastrophe Card King

Chapter 8: Chapter 8 Cards and Materials

"Is this guy trying to... help me?"

The girl with the mechanical arm naturally noticed Leonard Churchill's actions, and instinctively she thought: What could he possibly help with?

But this is an A-rank catastrophe we're dealing with here!

Is this something you, with your combat power, could intervene in?

Wouldn't it be better for you to obediently play the part of the bait and stay alive?

After spending a day together, the girl knew that Leonard wasn't just weak from the witch sucking him dry, he was fundamentally weak to begin with, so weak that she couldn't even sense any Curse Power fluctuation from him.

But at the same time, seeing his actions, she realised something else: This guy hasn't been affected by the mental pollution?

Normally, those who aren't professionals would have fallen under Mind Control if inside the same room as a member of the Fallen Witch Sect.

Especially if it is an A-rank catastrophe caused by a secondary mutation.

Yet, not only had this guy not been controlled, he was even calmly hinting at helping out.

If it's not because his mind is confused, then he must have some other methods at his disposal.

"Could it be that he's awakened his psychic direction for the Demon Mark?"

At this moment, the girl somewhat understood.

Why he could spend the whole night with the witch last night and still survive.

But strong mental power can't hide the fact that he is weak in combat.

...

"Maybe...I should let him try?"

The silver-haired girl found herself in a whirlwind of conflict.

Although she doesn't have high hopes for this temporary teammate's ability to assist, currently she has no other options.

With the monster having undergone secondary mutation, she still held the winning odds, but it wasn't something she can kill in a short amount of time.

Right now, all monsters inside the Alternate Dimension were going berserk, how can she not hear the gunshots coming from outside the door?

If she had to drag this on, with the entrance's monsters pouring in, the risks would exponentially increase.

With these thoughts, the girl with the mechanical arm decisively made a decision: to let him try, after all, the situation can't be any worse than it already is.

She knew very well that the monster's weakness was its mouth.

The only fatal wound firearms could cause was that particular spot.

But the monster was cunning, intentionally hiding its mouth during their combat.

The moment this thought passed through the girl's mind, she immediately baited the monster into making a fatal "mistake" in the midst of their battle.

With one hand she caught the monster's tail whip, and with the other, she was forced to grab hold of the monster's attacking front limb.

Her hands seem to be restricted instantly.

The monster also immediately sensed that it had found the human's fatal weak spot, without any hesitation, it suddenly shot a spiky oral appendage from its terrifying mouth

"Whoosh!"

The speed was very fast.

The girl with the mechanical arm watched the oral appendage pierced straight towards her chest, her pupils contracted fiercely: it finally appeared.

This was the best opportunity!

...

Almost at the same time.

"Bang!"

A gunshot resounded in the room.

The timing of the shot was perfect.

It's difficult for average people to catch such fleeting flaws.

The girl with the mechanical arm sighed in relief, the guy isn't that bad, not wasting the opportunity.

But then, the next spectacle made her even more astonished.

Almost at the instant that the gunshot was heard, a dazzling red explosion appeared before her eyes.

"This...?"

The girl with the mechanical arm couldn't believe it.

This shot, not only was it timely, but it was also impressively accurate!

The oral appendage was very fragile, the standard demon-breaking bullet directly broke the spiked appendage.

The girl watched the cloud of blood that exploded right in front of her in amazement, her brain gradually daring to believe what her eyes were seeing: "A one-shot hit?!"

She knew that since he dared to offer help, his shooting skills must not be bad.

But what's difficult is not just the shooting skills, but to hit the target under the interference of mental pollution. It's very challenging for an average person to remain calm under the fear of death and mental confusion, how did he manage it?

It seemed like he didn't have even the slightest bit of tension and fear affecting his shooting.

After a moment's consideration, the girl with the mechanical arm already understood. That guy had guessed her intention and also predicted the monster's response, only then was he able to hit with one shot.

This kind of composed response, even if it had been her, she might not have been able to do it better.

"Not bad at all..."

The girl with the mechanical arm murmurs.

Initially, she thought that she would have to create several opportunities to succeed, she didn't think it would be resolved in one shot.

But now is not the time to be surprised, the monster has already been seriously wounded from the bullet to its oral appendage, the whole space was echoing with its piercing screams.

She has to kill the monster first!

The girl's gaze grew sharp, the secret skill already forming.

The aura of the illusion behind her surged, the invisible telekinetic field around her body instantly boiling over. It was as if two forces were colliding, there was a stalemate for two breaths, the strange face inside the torn mouth of the Fallen Witch several meters away suddenly exploded, showering the ground with chunks of bloody flesh.

...

Leonard Churchill watched the monster suddenly explode, he didn't know what his teammate did but it doesn't stop him from understanding that it's a powerful move.

"A telekinetic attack, huh...".

Leonard Churchill put down his gun and leaned against the wall.

His body was not that of an Extraordinary Man. Being affected by the battle just now, he felt as if he had been hit by a truck, with a stabbing pain in his inner organs.

The monster was dead, the girl with the mechanical arm finally let out a sigh of relief.

She glanced at the monster's corpse on the ground, then at Leonard Churchill in the corner of the room, her gaze became complex, as if she was wrestling with a decision.

But an instant later, everything settled down.

Leonard Churchill sensed the inner conflict in her fleeting gaze, raising an eyebrow.

He already guessed what she might be thinking.

With the prey dead, the value of the bait was effectively gone.

With the treasures appearing and his own secrets exposed, a ruthlessly practical person would eliminate any loose ends right now.