"I didn't expect even Gegelong and Lord Little Red to be deployed. Looks like this warning won't require us to act." Dominator-class Penguin Gaoersiji Jin said.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Dozens of Tarot Cards continually flipped between the Penguin Dominator's palms.
The backs of the Tarot Cards were engraved with incomparably intricate, dazzling golden patterns.
On the fronts, every single card bore the lifelike portrait of a creature.
It was as though... they were not merely portraits, but living beings inside.
The penguin's words made the lecherous old man Che Guevara beside him nod repeatedly.
But in the end, the old man still said, "We can't let our guard down. Send out those contract creatures of yours to scout."
"I remember there seem to be a few with rather good sensory abilities?" Che Guevara asked.
The Penguin Dominator nodded, then scattered all the Tarot Cards in his hand.
The moment each Tarot Card left the penguin's hand, it transformed into a living Level-5 or Level-6 Creature.
It seemed they truly were not portraits, but creatures forcibly sealed inside by the penguin through some secret art.
Among the creatures within those Tarot Cards, the strongest and most unusual in aura was a powerful existence that had reached the level of a Peak Despairer.
It was a strange man whose head was wrapped in layer upon layer of jet-black iron chains. He was also the trump card in the Penguin Dominator's hand.
"According to our contract, I will regain my freedom after acting for you two more times."
"Whether I act this time or not, it still counts as one." The strange man with the aura fluctuations of a Peak Despairer said to the penguin.
The penguin nodded, indicating his agreement.
Though the path of "gambling" was ever-changing and full of deceit and