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The power of the contract urged it to move, but there seemed to be a conflicting command that kept it in place.

As the Angel’s Remains twitched in the air, the terrifying Super Tier power of light-dark within it began to collapse uncontrollably.

Queen Catherine looked on with a drastic change in expression and hastily retreated, cursing in her heart, “Damn it!”

At a glance, she immediately understood that the Weeping Angel’s Divine Soul was controlling the remains!

Even the Angel Wings on her back faintly showed signs of losing control.

…

Elsewhere.

Having waited until the very last moment, Camilla was no longer on the defensive.

She formed two ice crystal cards in her hands and poured Curse Power into them. Suddenly, the Demon God’s Phantom behind her erupted with a lethal cold aura: “Forbidden Zone of Death, open!”

The Secret Skill invoked the Demonic Power, and a blizzard rapidly descended over the sky of the Casino Boundary.

“Arcane: Ice and Snow Queen!”

Around Camilla, a layer of icy air flame swirled as she transformed into a towering Ice and Snow Witch over five meters tall, crowned upon shattering the second card, the fierce ice laws fortifying her being, now become the Ice and Snow Queen from Snow White.

Her momentum increased several folds.

Camilla raised her hand to draw the bow, and an Ice Sculpture Longbow, imbued with Curse characters, appeared in her hand.

With the bow fully drawn, extreme cold gathered on the arrow, and with a “whoosh,” it shot forth instantly.

Not far away, Queen Catherine’s face was stricken with terror!

Originally, she wanted to use the power of the angels to cast a Spell for defense, but discovered the link of control over her Angel Wings was growing weaker as if it could snap at any moment.

The slight delay caused her to be struck directly in the chest by the ice arrow.

With a “crack,” the cold aura instantly dissipated, but blood laced with fragments of ice still seeped through Queen Catherine’s robes.

She clutched her chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and couldn’t believe it: Injured?

She, the distinguished Queen of Orlan, had been wounded by someone?

Catherine, outraged and shocked, had no time to take a Potion as the lethal cold aura was already rushing toward her face.

…

Leonard Churchill did not pay much attention to the main battlefield, engrossed in the heat of the fight.

It was clear to anyone that Queen Catherine was in a bind.

The Queen of Orlan had been overly reliant on the power of the Angel Wings; now that the angelic power was restricted, even certain exclusive Spells were too risky to release, severely affecting her combat power.

Speaking of inherent combat abilities, she might not even be a match for Camilla.

Leonard’s attention was on the Angel’s Remains that was still twitching in the air. He murmured to himself, “Is it really possible…”

Indeed, the Weeping Angel’s Divine Soul had truly suppressed the Angel’s Remains.

He also guessed some of the reasons.

Ancient transcendent texts always mention one theory: the body is the “anchor” of the soul, and the soul is the “helm” of the body.

That is, the soul is the existence with the highest priority in controlling the body, not any spirit communication contract.

Perhaps there were other measures taken on the remains?

After all, “Auntie Garcia” was the first to visit the Underground Palace where the angel was sealed. If the Angel’s Remains appeared in Queen Orlan’s hands, and she didn’t want the royal family to get it, she must have left some arrangements behind.

Leonard’s thought flickered and vanished.

But his brows gradually furrowed.

It was under control, yes.

The remains didn’t go on a killing spree like it previously did in the Underground Palace.

But the trembling remains were visibly exuding a dense light-dark contamination non-stop.

It was like a bomb with its fuse already lit, ready to explode at any moment.

If he didn’t intervene, he feared the Remains might suffer some major mishap the next moment.

“…”

Leonard couldn’t understand the pollution on this level.

He could only turn his questioning gaze towards the other side, towards the ‘Pursuer of Light,’ who had already retreated far away.

This leader of the Thirteen Knights was unfathomable and presumably had a way to deal with it.

But at this moment, he showed no intention of helping Camilla or dealing with the Angel’s Remains.

Clad in a cowhide-like brown Leather Armor, he protected himself from the angelic Contamination, watching carefully from a distance.

Their gazes met.

The man simply shrugged his shoulders to signal: I have no solution.

Leonard’s eyelid twitched.

The man was unpredictable, sometimes reliable while often otherwise.

Leonard signaled again: What do we do?

The Pursuer of Light replied: Why don’t you give it a try?

Leonard’s jester smile turned embarrassed: Is that even a possibility?

The Pursuer of Light gestured towards the Holy Nail with the floating Weeping Angel: You have the protection of the Angel Divine Soul, you might give it a try.

Leonard: “…”

Without a word spoken between them, their exchange of looks said it all.

Leonard, contemplating the uncontrollably contaminating Angel’s Remains at the brink of disaster, decided to take up the Holy Nail and give it a try.

…

Under the betting table, the onlookers had witnessed the entire exchange of glances between Leonard and the Pursuer of Light.

It was assumed that only the leader of the Thirteen Knights would deal with the situation. Still, to everyone’s surprise, it was Leonard, the “jester” of Second Tier.

Although they couldn’t understand exactly what was happening, everyone was hoping that he could fix the problem.

After all, nobody wanted a mutual destruction.

The Weeping Angel Divine Soul hadn’t opened its eyes, and its mode of attack was curse, a threat from which Leonard was exempt thanks to his Pottery Jar.

He simply picked up the Holy Nail and then asked the angel, “Shall I take you to find your body?”