I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

Chapter 303

Not all the poems of light and love are recorded in the Bible.

On the contrary, there are many bloody, violent, cruel narratives.

The Inquisition compiled these together into a tome that worshiped heretics and evil creatures.

It's called "****".

Siena's prayers still echo through the warehouse.

After the golden light passed by, the other men who drew their guns and wanted to shoot were also treated in the same way and turned into flesh and blood.

Inside the dark warehouse, it was raining.

Crimson, viscous, mingled rain of flesh and entrails.

Facing the green dragon knife, Siena kept his hands everywhere, and at this moment when he recited "*****", he became murderous like drinking water without hesitation.

All of this is because the people here are all related to the "flower of evil".

Before joining the Heresy Inquisition, he had made a promise before the Lord: to exhaust this life and cut off the "flowers of evil".

Below the warehouse, the "desperadoes" who were queuing up to get into the container were drenched by the rain of flesh and blood before they realized what happened, and crowded towards the warehouse gate.

"Ugh... blood, this is blood!!!"

"Hey, hey... open the door, I won't earn your money..."

"Hurry up and get a gun..."

However, the warehouse door had been locked from the inside with a password, and it could not be opened. They could only gather in front of the iron gate and make noise.

At the same time, under the surge of viscous red blood plasma, Higashino Kohei's broken neck quickly grew granulation, connecting his head and body back together.

Higashino Kohei moved his neck in disbelief, bent down and picked up his right hand on the ground and pressed it on the broken arm, then looked bitterly at Kazuo Amado on the opposite platform.

The original neat cuts on his neck and broken arm instantly recovered without leaving a trace.

Although I know that my body does not belong to the category of human beings in terms of quality and recovery ability...

But the first time he experienced being beheaded and taken back, he still felt quite unreal.

The Assamite family is worthy of being a race that can survive in places like the Sahara Desert where the sun is fierce and the water and food are extremely lacking, and it is called "blood hell".

As far as he could see, Matsumoto Ginji was swinging his two sabers repeatedly, and accurately cut off the three golden bullets that were attacking Kazuo Amado.

"Hey, since you guys want revenge, it depends on whether you can swallow this big gift I prepared for Nu Luoquan."

Sitting behind him, Kazuo Tento showed a ruthless face and snapped his fingers lightly.

The noise in the warehouse instantly quieted down.

"Hungry...so hungry..."

"Have you brought anything to eat?"

"...Your sausage looks delicious..."

The group of men who had gathered at the door of the warehouse, about to smash the iron door and rush out, suddenly became extremely hungry.

"Roar……"

"Ugh..."

The whispers in their mouths gradually turned into growls that did not belong to humans.

Several of the men had already rushed to the food that had not been handed out, and began to tear at the packaging bags.

And the rest of the men, as if they had found a treasure, rushed to the pieces of meat scattered on the ground...

When Kazuo Tendo snapped his fingers, he had completely transformed them into hungry ghosts.

"Bang... bang..."

Above the platform, Siena spun the bullet nest of the revolver in her hand, and holy light was continuously concentrated on it.

"That day, I didn't eat the meal on the plane, and I didn't have any weapons...Today I will compare again..."

There was no movement of changing bullets, but the golden bullets with erratic trajectory, ghostly speed, and exaggerated power were fired from the muzzle of the gun one after another.

"Hey, how dare you say it... Kazuo, you won't be unable to stand up, I can't take you away like this."

On the opposite side of the platform, Matsumoto Ginji, like an inexhaustible machine, waved the pair of simple double knives in his hands, chopping off the bullets one by one without changing his expression.

His mission is to protect Kazuo Tento comprehensively, and he has no intention of actively attacking from the beginning to the end.

Kazuo Amado stood up from the ground, looking at his abdomen in pain.

The knife wound on his abdomen, which was dripping with blood, and his internal organs were faintly visible, was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Below the warehouse, the healing power brought by more than a hundred hungry ghosts eating at the same time is rapidly healing his body.

"They... are your food tonight..."

Frowning, Kazuo Tento stretched out his fingers to point at the two people on the opposite side of the platform.

As a "God's Favored One" who has used more than a dozen miracles from the God of Hunger, he can naturally command the evil spirits under his command through the endless hunger.

Following his words, the men who lowered their heads to eat immediately turned their heads in unison, and looked at Higashino Kohei and Siena with bright eyes.

These more than one hundred hungry ghosts originally prepared for the headquarters of Nu Luoquan broke out here in advance.

It wasn't the injury in the abdomen that made Kazuo Tento look painful, but the terrifying impression shared by those hungry ghosts eating at the same time.

Once this "divine power" is used, every chewing, swallowing, licking, and every delicate eating experience of those evil spirits will pour into his brain in an endless stream, tormenting him like an endless stream.

In addition to Aum Shinrikai's principle of keeping a low profile, this side effect is also one of the reasons why he never abuses his abilities easily.

Even so, he had already suffered from severe anorexia.

For him, the joy of enjoying delicious food is forever sealed in his memory.

...

Forty years ago.

"Hiss...so hot..."

"Hahahaha, you can't eat hot bear's paws if you are impatient..."

Seeing the child in front of him withdraw his hand from the scalding food on the tree trunk, the man with disheveled hair beside him laughed boldly.

"Matsumoto-san..."

Regardless of his red-hot fingers, the boy carefully tore off a piece of meat and buried himself in the meat.

"Ginji, just call me Ginji... After all, Kazuo, you are my great benefactor."

"...Ginji, you must be a legendary immortal, right?"

Looking at the mountain bear in front of him that was skinned and cramped and baked on the tree trunk, Kazuo made a firm judgment.

After all, even the most powerful hunter in the village would not be able to kill this mountain bear that has been raging in the forest for many years with bare hands within three minutes.

"Immortal? Hahaha..."

Hearing this title, the beggar-like Ginji, whose clothes had been tattered into strips of cloth, was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed wildly at himself.

"It's not so much a fairy... I should..."

He looked down at his body.

The place where the iron nail had penetrated had no scars.

"...It should be regarded as a cursed sinner..."

In his voice, there is no joy of regaining freedom, only the vicissitudes of a centenarian.