Possessed by the forbidden power, Marcel was entangled in an ominous black aura, and after the two of them tried the first round of tentative attacks, they found that his body was almost unmoved by any attacks, like a majestic boulder, and it was obvious that those ominous black auras provided him with a certain degree of protection. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The constant influx of resurrection believers around them made the two of them feel even more troubled, and finally, after a short discussion, the two decided on their own goals.

Considering that Carl had a limit on the number of bullets he had on his trip, Camilli was in charge of cleaning up the resurrected believers, while Carl focused on attacking Marcel. Ophelia hid in time to safety, she didn't want to trouble anyone anymore. Although she did not dare to look at the fierce battle that had unfolded, because she did not want to see either side fall, it was not a battle of justice in her heart.

The battle went off without a hitch, until one of Camilli's misses and is sent flying by a shockwave from the resurrection bishop's dagger. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Marcel directed the resurrected believers to successfully separate the two so that they could not contact each other. The last thing Carl saw was a resurrected believer hugging Kamiri, and then he couldn't see anything, and then he heard the believer explode as it exploded like it came from hell. He gritted his teeth, didn't think much about it, and rushed towards Marcel.

Suddenly, he felt something flash to his side, and he shrank back, trying to dodge the threat that was approaching him. At that moment, another resurrection believer rushed up and hugged his body, and he realized that it was nothing more than an illusion made by Marcel who was facing him. The forbidden spell was really interesting, and the idea popped into Carl's head.

Carl struggled to shake the believer out of the way as he dodged to the safety of the side, already hearing the whispers of the believers rushing towards him to blow himself up. He staggered over the corpse of the believer lying on the ground, and fell forward at the moment when it was about to explode, the shock wave from the explosion almost grazing his cowboy hat. When he looked up, Marcel suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost, and Carl saw only a whirlpool of angry flipped and the cold light of the dagger that flickered in it.

He thought he was about to be pierced through his face by Marcel's dagger, but in the next second, the impact of mental qi from the side of his body pushed him away from the place, leaving a faint mark on the ground due to the friction of his entire body, and his clothes were also cut open. He looked at it, and Camilli had already made her next move. For some reason, Carl suddenly felt like laughing.

However, he could not think much about it, because Marcel's pursuit followed. He immediately jumped up from the ground and fired several bullets at Marcel's head as he rolled in the air, but the latter stopped him with a dagger. Carl stepped on the corpse of a believer as he landed, silently saying "I'm sorry" in his heart, and then fired a second round at Marcel's body.

Marcel finally failed to dodge Carl's attack this time, his body retreated a few meters due to the impact of the bullet, and his movements seemed extremely sluggish for a moment. But soon he was back to his original form, and an ominous aura hung over him again. His hand holding the dagger retracted into the sleeve of his robe and began to make a prayer. Karl knew that the creature was going to use the power of the forbidden spell to resurrect the believer who had become a corpse, and he immediately rushed forward to try to stop him. The more believers he resurrected, the more unfavorable the situation became, and Karl knew this.

Karl first unleashed Thomas' spin kick to Marcel's body, and as his body was in his normal position, he steadied himself and in the blink of an eye he threw a very fast kick to Marcel's chest. With a final blow, he lifted his revolver and sent a bullet straight into Marcel's head. The guy screamed, his prayer was interrupted, and his body stepped back.

To Carl's surprise, even a headshot at such close range failed to kill Marcel completely, and it seems that the Forbidden Spell may have given him more tenacious vitality. But he was now in a state of soul, and Carl didn't know if that was justified in Marcel's case.

He craned his jaw, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a flash of light flashing in front of Marcel as he got up—the signal to swing his dagger in attack. The dagger hissed in mid-air, grazing lightly against Carl's cowboy hat. Carl, who had thought he had dodged the attack, was caught off guard by the shockwave that burst from the dagger, and as he slammed to the ground, he heard a terrible sound of something breaking from his left shoulder, followed by a sharp pain in his left shoulder.

"Damn it......" Carl cursed in a low voice, clutching his left shoulder, thinking maybe he had broken a bone. This can have a big impact on the battle, perhaps because he has not fought for a long time, and he has become rusty.

In front of Karl's eyes, three other resurrected believers rushed to Karl and came to Karl's side as quickly as strange prayer seekers. One of the believers hugged Karl's thigh, and the other two were still searching for their purpose. Carl fired a bullet into the second believer's head, and the guy stiffened back a few steps before falling to the ground.

The third believer was smashed open by Karl with the handle of his revolver, and he fell, writhing on the ground in convulsions. But he didn't stop his activity completely, and under the power of Marcel's forbidden spell, he stood up again. At this point, Karl struggled to break free of the believer who had been hugging his thigh, and kicked him in front of the third believer. This time Carl didn't waste the opportunity in front of him, and he pierced the heads of the two believers who were basically in a straight line with a bullet.

Marcel's thrown dagger also roared towards him the next second Karl pulled the trigger, Karl immediately retracted his right hand, resisted the sharp pain from his left shoulder, crossed the two revolvers in front of him, and blocked the dagger with the overlapping blades.

Marcel let out a scream of victory, but it quickly turned into a roar of pain, a scream, mixed with the sound of thoughts slicing through the air. Then there was the sound of electricity coming from his body, and the sound of dry bones being crushed by him, and everything sounded like a symphony of death. Immediately afterward, there was another sound of thought across the air, and then a short, terrible sound of flesh and blood being coagulated through it.

Karl crossed Marcel's body and looked behind him, where Camili stood with her hands down, her black cheongsam stained with the rotting blood of the faithful. She took a few steps to the side, her steps stiff and heavy, her left hunched slightly, holding on to the empty altar with one hand—there were no horrors like the corpses of the faithful, the blood, and the like. Carl then saw bright red blood coming out of Camille's left waist, and the strong stomach acid of the Heavenly Veil Beast dripping on the ground dripped out the sound of Camille's blood dripping on the ground.

Camilli showed a painful expression, and her body involuntarily knelt down. She leaned against the altar, panting and sweating as she looked at Marcel as he got back up from the ground. There was a flash of wonder in her eyes, but only for a moment. Carl didn't know what was going through her mind at that moment, but he knew he might have to face the crazy guy in front of him alone.