mythical card maker

Chapter 6 Odin's Parade

"Come on, black impermanence."

Zhou Chuan issued an order from the bottom of his heart.

The next moment, I saw countless chains stretching out and colliding with each other, making a surging sound like a sea tide, and directly attacking the undead army floating on the sea.

After all, the operators at the scene were experienced in many battles, and quickly broke away from the surprise, and began to command the spirit cards to charge and kill.

Due to the undead turmoil in Baihu City every year, most of the materials harvested during the period were mostly made into cards and fell into the hands of the operators of the city association, and most of them were ghost spirit cards.

Therefore, the entire battlefield on the lake is now a dark wave of ghosts. Every time the two sides collide, there will be waves of sinister winds and howls.

This is the coldness that can penetrate into the soul, far better than any cold wind.

But none of the operators present trembled, but all of them looked passionate and excited.

They are not too young, and the youngest of them is over forty.

Although they are still considered "young people" in this card world, the road ahead is already hazy and chaotic, and they have been unable to make any progress for many years.

But today, through the feedback of the cards, they enjoyed the long-lost sense of becoming stronger, and suddenly they became stronger again!

This could not help but lift up their spirits who had been exhausted after fighting for a day and night, and their mental strength, which had been somewhat dry, exploded under such emotional agitation.

Under the great morale, the spirit cards of the War Card Masters Association faintly suppressed the locust-like undead army.

Fighting like this, from dusk to night, the lake surface under the moonlight is like a deep bronze mirror, reflecting the countless ghosts.

Zhou Chuan looked from afar, but he saw Hei Wuchang tirelessly waving his black snake-like chains, destroying everything he passed, and faintly mournful wailing.

This is the real card battlefield.

Different from the turn-based offense and defense in the game, for the stronger side, this is completely true Dynasty Warriors.

But in the face of this one-sided battlefield, Zhou Chuan has no intention of relaxing.

Facing the chilling night wind, he twirled his fingers lightly, keenly aware that the humidity here seemed to be unbelievably high, and even the surrounding environment seemed to be covered with a white veil.

The operators were also aware of the strangeness, feeling ominous in their hearts, and unconsciously slowed down the rhythm of the attack, and started to defend instead.

Seeing this, Zhou Chuan walked to the lake, leaned on the fence and sniffed lightly. He could vaguely smell a damp and rotten smell, like the rust of a sunken ship that had accumulated over the years.

"Black impermanence."

Zhou Chuan called out silently, seeing the black shadow disappear from the lake and reappear beside him the next moment, his heart finally settled down a little.

"Son, what's the matter?" Zhou Cheng came over at this moment and stood in front of Zhou Chuan.

"Something's not quite right, we two are going to run away." Zhou Chuan whispered.

"Eldest nephew is right." Chen Sheng appeared out of nowhere, and said with a serious face, "My spirit card told me that a 'big guy' is coming."

"big guy?"

Zhou Chuan was wondering, when a thunderstorm sounded, almost shattering everyone's eardrums.

Before they could react, the next moment, there was a torrential downpour from Tianxin, which seemed to be filled with overwhelming anger, hitting everyone in high spirits.

"It's Odin!" Zhou Cheng opened his mouth, and at the same time, two mount spirit cards flew out: "Everyone, retreat!"

After finishing speaking, he pulled Zhou Chuan onto the [Ghost Face Black Mastiff] and turned his head towards the direction of the city.

Unexpectedly, at the next moment, there was a thunderous sound of horseshoes in the sky and earth, and it was as if a pair of invisible big hands held the hearts of everyone, making them unable to move any more.

At this time, Hei Wuchang made a move.

The dark wind whipped up by the dark chains made the lake clear, and everyone finally saw the huge black shadow standing in the clouds:
It was an incomparably majestic eight-legged steed, with engraved prints on the armor all over its body, and a pair of pupils that were not covered by the visor were shining like thunder.

Compared with the magnificence and nobility around it, the knight on the back looks much "down and down".

I saw that although his figure was tall, he was only wearing a corrupt and dirty shroud, and he was holding a tattered spear in his black hands.

No, that thing is no longer enough to be called a "gun", it is clearly just a wooden spear that seems to be falling apart at any time.

He was holding such a weapon that seemed to have no deterrent effect, riding an eight-legged Pegasus horse, and the only remaining one eye showed flickering blood.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone present felt that the blood in their bodies had been frozen.

Since the Katu era, the phenomenon of [Odin's Parade] has often appeared in the Hundred Lakes area. The undead riots caused by this have caused a lot of losses to the people here, and it seems to have become a local disaster.

All the members of the War Card Masters Association who were present cursed this harmful "god" more than once, wishing to make him cramp.

But it wasn't until they really faced such an existence that everyone realized that the language was so feeble, and they seemed to be slaughtered at this moment with their strong power.

"who are you?"

The deities who looked like mummified corpses let out bursts of heavy roars, but they fell on people's ears, but they could clearly convey the meaning.

Everyone didn't know who the object of his questioning was, but those red eyes, which looked like a lonely lamp, turned their eyes on Zhou Chuan, or Hei Wuchang who stood in front of him.

Both time and space began to freeze.

Heiwuchang, which only existed as a spirit card, naturally couldn't answer. Odin seemed to be aware of this, and he sighed after a long time, like an old blower.

He seemed a little disappointed, and didn't say anything more. After looking at Zhou Chuan again, he turned his horse's head and left slowly, his huge figure gradually disappearing in the thick night.

The storm dissipated, and when the moonlight scattered on the lake again, people were surprised to find that the undead disappeared without a trace, as if it had never been there.

"Fortunately, it was just a false alarm!"

Everyone fell to the ground disregarding their image, including the two ghost-faced black mastiffs, who also lay down sobbing, and the joy of the rest of their lives pervaded in an instant.

"There is still a long way to go."

Lying on his back, Zhou Chuan stared at the moon half-hidden in the clouds, the joy and pride he had produced from making [Black Impermanence] was completely destroyed by the scene just now.

Even if it is an oolong this time, what about next time?You can't expect the other party to "show mercy" again and again, can you?

"Continue to make cards!"

Zhou Chuan patted the mud on his body and stood up. Hei Wuchang, who had been standing by the side all the time, immediately handed over a sack, which was full of material cards!
Although the quality is all worthless white, and even a little green can't be seen, it is enough for Zhou Chuan to complete the experimental concept of that card: [Domain Card Peach Blossom Spring].

(End of this chapter)