They were surrounded by fierce tugging, screaming, and nervous laughter, all from the resurrected believers. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info may not be able to describe them as mentally abnormal, they are simply a collection of all madness. The unknown organ in the body of the Heavenly Veil Behemoth closest to the two of them suddenly exploded, and a bright golden light erupted, drowning everything around it.

The resurrected Blue Truth Bishop held a dagger, his body covered in blood, like a demon coming out of the blood mist. Camili's body tensed and she subconsciously stepped back. Her arms were slightly straightened, and her body was slightly leaned back, about half an arm's length. The resurrected bishop was still rushing towards Camilli, and the distance between the two was rapidly closing.

As the guy raised his hand and made a motion to swing the dagger, Camilli, who had been maintaining her previous position, also pushed forward a spiral-shaped mental aura. Almost instantly, the bishop wrapped in yellow robes was shattered by the aura of the mind. Visible traces of the soul detached from his head, and disappeared into mid-air after ascending some distance.

These guys died again, yes, yes. Camilli didn't know what words to use to describe what had happened to them, and she thought that if the believers had heeded Heasius's prophecy, perhaps the tragic scene would not have happened. But if there is no if, now she can only let these guys get rid as soon as possible.

On the other side, Carl had to step back after emptying all the bullets in both revolvers. He didn't dare to approach these resurrected believers who seemed to blow themselves up at any moment, he didn't know what was inside them. The explosion didn't look like gunpowder either, and he could only define it as a grudge for the time being, a grudge against Lotus and the guys who killed him.

"Why...... Why should you hinder our vengeance......" and the like came out of their mouths, and the whispering sound seemed to ring around their ears for a long time.

From the left, another resurrected believer suddenly picked up speed and approached Karl, and even then, his running feet did not leave any sound on the ground, like a ghost. The rest of the resurrected believers stared at Karl with fierce eyes, and behind them stood the resurrected priest, his whale mask more like glued to his face, and his rotting body could be seen through the tattered robes.

Karl only had time to reload a revolver, and when he pushed the last bullet into the last nest, the believer's hands were almost touching his body. At the same time as Carl hit the resurrected believer, the resurrected priest suddenly flashed, bypassed the group of believers in front of him, and suddenly came to Carl's side, and at some point the dagger taken out of the sleeve of his robe flashed a cold light in the air.

Karl jumped between the priest and the believer with an arrow, and although he reacted immediately, the dagger still left a sharp cut on the outside of Carl's arm. He didn't care about his own wounds, and took the lead in throwing several headshots in a row at the group of believers who would pose a great threat. One bullet after another pierced the heads of the different guys, and rotting blood flowed from the bloody holes that had formed in their foreheads.

The priest turned and fired a second attack at Karl. Just as he was taking his first step, Camilli, who came from one side, jumped on his head with unimaginable speed, and two consecutive stampede attacks fixed the guy in place. At the same time, the two thoughts that were wrapped around her intertwined and constantly attacked the priest's body, and when Kamili landed, the priest who was attacked by the continuous thoughts also fell.

"The resentment in them has become beyond the capacity of the flesh to bear, so much so that when they fall, their souls will dissipate with it. Looking at the fallen believer, Camilli whispered.

"Poor fellows......" Karl lowered the brim of his cowboy hat slightly, lighting a cigarette for himself.

Ophelia walked over to the fallen believers and gestured with some complicated gestures. Camilli knew that she was praying for the believers who had died twice. It was true that it was painful for her, but only she could bear that pain. Because there may be no other surviving followers of the Blue Shinrikyo besides her.

Next, a diary that Carl stumbles upon from a large altar confirms Ophelia's suspicions. It was the second half of Marcel's diary, and it recorded some of the things he had been doing since he hid in the belly of the Heavenly Veil Behemoth. Sure enough, in order to fight Lotus to the death, he resurrected the believers who had been killed by Lotus and the adventurers. While planning to rebuild the Blue Shinrikyo cult, he also accumulates the power to be able to fight against Lotus.

He didn't give up everything, but went to an extreme. Perhaps he himself knew that the Blue Shinrikyo rebuilt by resurrected believers was no longer the same church it used to be, but he was unwilling to compromise with reality. What's more, as the leader of the Blue Shinrikyo Bloody Purification Organization, it is also his duty to rid the creature that poses a threat to the church.

Ophelia could understand, could understand all this. But that didn't mean she was absolutely in favor of what Marcel was doing, and she sensed a hint of danger. Because Marcel had never been a careless person to lose his belongings, she had a hunch that the Mistress Marcel, who she no longer knew, was about to appear.

In fact, just a few minutes later, he emerged from the great main hall, followed by a group of resurrected believers. They kept a neat pace and slowly walked to the large altar at the foot of the stairs of the main hall. Wrapped in white robes, Marcel wears a dark blue whale mask and spreads his hands as if he were performing witchcraft.

There is nothing wrong with treating forbidden spells as witchcraft, which in itself is a taboo, a taboo that ordinary people cannot touch at will. As he recited a series of incantations in a low voice, another group of resurrected believers emerged from the magic circle that had been generated on the ground.

"We have been waiting, waiting for the moment when we will fight Lotus to the death, but it has been killed by the risk-takers who are eager for quick success and greedy for fame. Now, here, in the belly of this great creature, who do we see? the man who once stood against Rotes. Tell me, why do you want to get in the way of our divine vengeance!" Marcel roared, asking the two of them in a questioning tone, oblivious to his beloved Ophelia.

"Mistress Marcel......" Ophelia knows everything, so she doesn't try to do something meaningless, it will only cause problems for those who help her.

"Can you communicate?" Karl pressed his hand to the holster at his waist.

Camilli was silent for a moment, then shook her head regretfully. "They've become walking corpses who only seek revenge on Lotus, and it's only about this one thing that they show their feelings, but the feelings they show are almost all negative, and we can't communicate. ”

"Then it looks like there will only be one fight. Karl pulled out his revolver, and Marcel, in his rage, led the resurrected believers fearlessly towards the two men.