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In an instant, an extremely terrifying dark force burst out from the "mouth" and swept towards Arthur like a raging black torrent.

Arthur felt a strong pressure coming at him, as if it was going to crush his soul. But his eyes were firm, and the faith in his heart was like a burning fire, which never extinguished.

Arthur gritted his teeth, the light on his body became stronger and stronger, colliding with the strange black torrent.

For a moment, it seemed as if only these two extreme forces were left in the area contending with each other, light and darkness intertwined, erupting in violent energy fluctuations.

Merlin and Stacey were far away, and they were almost unable to stand due to the impact of this force. The Moon Whisperer tried her best to maintain her own territory. She tried to find a chance to help Arthur, but in this terrifying collision, she had to ensure the safety of Stacey and Merlin.

Merlin and Stacy watched all this nervously from the back. In a battle of this level, the two of them were completely unable to intervene and even became a burden.

Merlin even felt like he was just a passerby in the JOJO world. Just like ordinary people cannot see the Stand users, he cannot see the "mouths" sandwiched between reality and illusion. He can only see the darkness in front of Arthur's crazy slashing.

This feeling made Merlin very uncomfortable. He was enveloped by a strong sense of insecurity. Because of the forbidden magic area, facing the believers of the Ancient God Cult, the magic scrolls, potions and alchemical equipment he prepared were useless.

The body of the Ancient God Cult's deacon began to twist and deform under the erosion of the evil power. His eyes turned blood red and exuded a crazy aura.

"Hahahaha, you are all going to die and become sacrifices to the Lord!"

An even more dazzling white light burst out from Arthur's body, and the dark "mouths" surrounding him instantly collapsed. He leaped forward suddenly, and his sword pierced straight into the deacon's heart.

Just as the sword was about to pierce, the deacon's body suddenly disappeared, turning into a black shadow and merging into the huge "mouth".

"Not good!" Arthur was shocked.

The "mouth" let out a roar, and the powerful attack specifically targeting the soul gave Arthur a splitting headache. The sharp teeth gathered together, and Arthur quickly adjusted his posture and dodged in a very twisted posture. He fell heavily to the ground, blood spurted out of his mouth, and his face turned pale.

Arthur held on, his shaking legs seemed like they would collapse again in the next second. His hair was messy and stuck to his face, soaked with sweat. The black blood flowing from his ears and nostrils slid down his cheeks, leaving shocking marks on his pale skin. The holy white flame burned with difficulty at the wound, and the emblem of the gods behind him, whose soul was severely damaged, became flickering.

Arthur stood up with difficulty, his clothes were tattered, and the torn strips of cloth fluttered in the wind. The black blood flowing from his ears and nostrils slowly slid down his cheeks, leaving shocking marks on his pale face. The holy white flame jumped and burned at the wound, and every flicker was accompanied by his painful groan, but the flame stubbornly repaired his scarred body.

In the darkness, the deacon of the Ancient God Cult staggered out of the "mouth". He looked like a ghost, and his mutilated body was creepy.

The missing arm was dripping with blood, and the broken part was covered with strange tentacles. The right foot had also disappeared, replaced by a barnacle-like foreign body, which made a heart-pounding sound with every step.

At this moment, he was in tears, mumbling something in his mouth, a string of obscure and evil words, as if it came from the endless abyss. The sound echoed in the darkness, distorting the surrounding space.

"Great Lord, I am willing to dedicate everything I have to you. Today, at this moment, let me merge into your arms and take these three people as my most pious gift!" The deacon's voice was shrill and crazy, and his eyes revealed determination and fanaticism.

Arthur held on to his shaky body, tightened his sword again, and stared at the butler firmly. Merlin and Stacy stood aside, and Merlin stood up and spoke to the Moon Whisperer.

"Don't worry about me. Stacy, you and the Moon Whisperer should join forces to help Arthur. This way we may still have a chance of survival."

When Stacy heard Merlin say this, tears welled up in her eyes and she shook her head to refuse. She would never allow herself to abandon Merlin.

Merlin tightly grasped Stacy's arms, his eyes burning, his voice urgent and firm, "Stacy, listen! Now is not the time to hesitate. If you don't go with the Moon Whisperer to help Arthur, we may all die here! If we don't fight to the death, there is no chance of survival. I know you are worried about me, but believe me, I still have ways to save my life. Don't miss the last chance because of me!"

When Stacy heard Merlin's words, tears rolled down her cheeks and her lips trembled, but she also understood that the current situation did not allow for any hesitation.

The Moon Whisperer stood aside, secretly admiring Merlin's decisiveness.

The deacon of the Ancient God Cult directly sacrificed one of his legs. The "mouth" in the darkness had become extremely terrifying. The originally distorted shape became even more hideous, and the fangs flashed with cold light, like a sharp blade that could tear apart everything.

It was silent, carrying the smell of decay, and pounced towards Arthur, Merlin and Stacy at the same time.

The "mouth" kept biting like a violent storm, and each attack carried a force enough to crush the soul, making the seriously injured Arthur exhausted from parrying, and the wounds on his body continued to increase.

When rushing towards Merlin and Stacy, the space ripples caused by the "mouth" were like substance. The Moon Whisperer withdrew the domain protecting Merlin and Stacy, and rushed towards the direction of the Ancient God Deacon with Stacy.

The moment the Domain·Snye's rule was taken back, Merlin felt cold all over. A strong sense of crisis made him tremble all over. The "mouth" lurking in the darkness coiled around him like a snake. He could not see anything and could only hold his hands tightly. The warm feeling from his palms was his last trump card. People always have a natural fear of the unknown, and Merlin is no exception. To be honest, as a soul of the Blue Star, he has done very well.

Staci mobilized all the magic power in her body and whispered, "Moon Whisperer, I will give you all my magic power and even my body. Are you sure you can get us all out?"

The Moon Whisperer fell silent after hearing what Stacy said. She had not expected that after what happened last time, Stacy would still be able to safely entrust her body, mind and all her magic power to her. Her rampage at the beginning was because Stacy took the risk of using the fairy master's advanced skill "Possession", and the ending was naturally controlled by her.

However, Stacie had clearly experienced this before, yet she could still trust her body to her at this critical moment. This was really...