Catastrophe Card King

Elder Clinton, with symbols painted in fresh blood on his hand, managed to trap the Weeping Angel inside the Light and Dark Holy Nail.

At the same time.

The hunchbacked old man at the camp suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression dramatically changing, “How is it possible?!”

He quickly chanted a spell, but after several attempts, he realized that the crucifixes around him remained still, and he could no longer sense the presence of the angel.

Even if he didn’t know what had happened, he knew it certainly wasn’t good news.

Acquiring the divine soul of the Weeping Angel by breaking its ancient seal wasn’t an easy task. With enough sacrifices, even if only a wisp of the soul remained, they wouldn’t have to hide as they do now.

He had initially thought that the angel would greatly aid the revival of his sect, but after only two uses, it had gone out of control and disappeared?

The hunchbacked old man would never have dreamed that the previously stolen Light and Dark Holy Nail would be hiding in the camp.

Even more coincidentally, Elder Clinton who is capable of summoning the spirits of angels were present.

At that moment, a veiled woman quietly arrived at the camp, currently filled with wandering zombies.

The hunchbacked old man said urgently, “Leader, the Angel has gone out of control. You should get going…”

He knew very well that without the Weeping Angel that the Undead Catastrophe, which had not yet matured, could not withstand the X Bureau’s power.

Upon hearing this, the woman, whose eyes sparkled like Silver Moons, showed a hint of gravity and shook her head, “There’s no time left.”

Just then, the two watched as a muscular brute covered in dark ghosts, radiating an overwhelming killing intent, rushed towards them.

The man was none other than Reuel Bible of the X Bureau.

Reuel Bible’s mission was actually to manage the Faith Contamination incident in Sinless City.

At first, they had assumed it was just a minor issue with relics from the ancient times causing Faith Contamination, something they had dealt with countless times.

They held this belief at least until they arrived at Sinless City.

However, they didn’t expect that during their pursuit to the Thunderbolt Fortress, the fugitive members of the Silver Moon Sect presented both the Weeping Angel and the Undead Catastrophe, nearly defeating them. At the rate things were going, if they allowed these believers to escape today they would become a considerable problem the next time they met.

Belief never dies, as do gods.

Reuel Bible had a feeling that these people had likely obtained the key for the resurrection of the Ancient God.

The Old Continent indeed presented great opportunities but also provided immense support to the Old Days Believers.

Therefore, even if it poses some risk, he decided to annihilate these Old Days Believers right here.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

The battle taking place within the fortress was extremely violent.

Reuel Bible had returned to the fight.

Leonard Churchill and others were no longer haphazardly dodging within the dangerous undead shadows.

The five of them were waiting in place.

Reuel Bible’s combat power was extraordinary, and he even brought several pieces of equipment specifically targeting Old Days Believers. Without their trump card- the Angel, the people from Silver Moon Sect might not do well.

And it went exactly as they had predicted.

Shortly after the battle began, the surrounding atmosphere filled with the aura of death gradually dissipated.

Their vision slowly cleared.

The silhouette of the camp, illuminated by the lanterns, appeared within their sight.

However, the once lively and bustling campsite, constructed from steel, was now in ruins.

The walls, assembled from plates of steel and riveted together, were riddled with holes from the blasts. The buildings within the camp were also largely destroyed.

The silver moon in the sky had disappeared.

Given the state of the surroundings, one could easily guess the outcome.

Since the Old Days Believers had retreated, there was no need to hide.

Leonard Churchill and the others returned to the devastated camp.

Just as they entered, they saw Reuel Bible, donned in a trench coat, seated on a metal box amidst the ruins, smoking a cigarette, appearing deep in thought. His assistant Ada walked over to him, surveyed the surroundings, and asked, “Captain? Where are the Old Days Believers?”

Reuel Bible casually replied, “They got away.”

Saying this, he exhaled a puff of smoke and continued, “The Old Days Believers of the Silver Moon Sect are becoming a significant threat. The Faith Contamination situation is worse than we had anticipated. After getting back to the bureau, make sure to document this thoroughly in the report. Hopefully, it will draw the higher-ups’ attention.”

“Yes, Captain.”

Upon hearing this, Mushroomhead, who was standing nearby also began to document these notes in his notebook.

After speaking, Reuel Bible remained silent for a long while.

Leonard Churchill surveyed the camp and was puzzled by the absence of bodies.

Like a receding tide taking with it fishes, the black tide of the undead also appeared to have taken all the corpses with it.

The massive camp that was now empty gave off an eerie vibe.

If it were not for witnessing what had happened, anyone would find it hard to believe that there had been a bustling town filled with thousands of people, not too long ago.

The crisis had passed and not far off, Elder Clinton, missing a few teeth, did not appear panicked as he had been while escaping.

Completely unashamed, he quietly began treading through the ruins, and whenever he found something, he would mutter to himself, “Oh, I’m rich, I’m rich!”

His greedy and vulgar demeanor showed no signs of the mysterious expert that he was before.

But the more Leonard Churchill saw of his behaviour, the more mysterious he found Elder Clinton.

It gave him the same sense of mystery as encountering an unexplained fallout material.

Before he could think any further, he suddenly heard Reuel Bible shouting from a distance, “Elder Clinton, fancy joining me for a drink?”

Leonard Churchill looked over to find Reuel Bible beckoning with a couple of intact barrels of beer he had found somewhere, grinning broadly..