The dense gunfire on the second floor of the warehouse muffled Kazuo Amato's frightened shouts.

In the face of the "Holy Light Arsenal" with full firepower, as strong as Matsumoto Ginji has no time to care.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Kazuo Tendo decisively commanded dozens of hungry ghosts to entangle Higashino Kohei, and he reflexively ran towards the platform.

"Hey, finally ......"

Seeing his actions, Higashino Kohei's pair of inverted triangular eyes narrowed slightly.

It is difficult for the other party to break through under the cover of the hungry ghost group, but if it is alone......

He leaped forward, stepping on the heads of several hungry ghosts as lightly as cats, and then turned around and kicked out against the wall on the side of the warehouse, and appeared in front of Kazuo Amato.

“…… Got you. ”

The blood-soaked Qinglong Knife gently pressed against Kazuo Tento's neck.

"You...... I ......"

Before Kazuo Amato's words were finished, Kohei Higashino had already slit his throat with a knife.

The surging blood spurted on Higashino's face in an instant.

"Hey...... Your blood, as bad as I thought, stinks. ”

Kazuo Amato, who was holding his neck and struggling in pain, jumped onto the container, and Higashino Kohei waved the machete in his hand again, directly beheading several hungry ghosts who pounced on him.

"There is a limit to the self-recovery of you monsters."

He didn't seem to intend to give Kazuo Amato a good time at all, but instead observed with great interest the other party's wounds, which were slowly recovering from the hungry ghost's eating.

"Since Your Excellency has promised to give Nu Luo Fist an explanation...... This punishment of 'three knives and six holes' is naturally indispensable. ”

The sharp green dragon knife pierced through his body and nailed Kazuo Amato's body to the container.

“…… This knife is for the kind and friendly, innocent neighbor in my apartment. ”

Because the trachea was severed, and the entire neck was cracked with a huge gap, Kazuo Tendo could only barely make a choked sound of blood, and his whole body trembled weakly.

“…… This knife, for the many sacrificed brothers of my Nuluo Fist! ”

Another green dragon knife also stabbed into Kazuo Tento's body fiercely.

"The last one...... For my beloved Reiko......"

Pulling out the knife from Kazuo Amato's body, Kohei Higashino pointed the tip of the knife at the other party's heart with tears in his eyes.

Just when Higashino Kohei's "three knives and six holes" were about to be completed, there was a piercing friction sound at the iron door of the warehouse.

When several hungry ghosts in the field turned their heads to look there, a crack in the originally heavy and solid iron door appeared at some point.

A gentle breeze blew in through the crack.

Before Higashino could react, the breeze had already bypassed the field and was blowing in his face.

Just like the cherry blossoms in the spring in the past, holding the breeze that Reiko enjoyed in hand.

Sensing that there was something uncomfortable in that breeze, Higashino instinctively dodged in the opposite direction.

However, as if he was forced by something to disrupt his body's balance, his feet slipped, his center of gravity was unbalanced, and the whole person "fell flat" on the container.

Higashino Kohei reacted extremely quickly and turned over to get up, and countless dense blood marks suddenly erupted on his body.

Then, without feeling any pain at all, his whole body shattered into a ground of flesh and blood like a collapsed sandcastle.

Not a single blood came out.

There was still an incredible expression on his still intact skull.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kazuo Amato, who was nailed to the container, snapped his fingers with difficulty.

The hungry ghosts who had gathered under the container and were climbing up changed their expressions, and they actually entangled and devoured each other.

As the hungry ghosts devoured each other, Kazuo Amato's injuries recovered at a high speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

"It should be the happiest thing to be able to die at my hands without any pain......

A hoarse voice sounded behind Kazuo Tento.

"By the way, you really look like you...... Embarrassed...... Number Five......"

Kazuo Tento reluctantly pulled out the green dragon knife on his body and threw it aside.

He looked back and didn't see anyone in the direction the voice came from.

"Four...... Number Four?! How did you come here? ”

Slightly stunned, as if he knew the identity of the person who came, he frowned a little panickedly.

"It's past the time to deliver to the Observer, so the president asked me to take a look...... But I'm easy to find......"

In the warehouse, only the hoarse voice of the man could be heard, constantly drifting with the direction of the whirlwind.

……

Above the platform on the second floor, Siena and Matsumoto Ginji were still fighting fiercely against each other.

In the dense rain of golden bullets, Matsumoto Ginji moved with treacherous steps, always able to slash the sharp sword on the black-robed priest at the most appropriate time and at the least cost of injury.

"Yes, it's rare to meet an opponent who can let me play my sword to my heart's content......"

Matsumoto Ginji's clothes had been completely blasted into strips of cloth by the Holy Light Bullet, revealing his body as strong as iron.

Even though she was protected by the power of the Holy Light, Siena was left with several scars on her body, which were still slowly healing.

"Hey, if I'm not mistaken, your body recovers...... There's a limit, right......"

He noticed that the more he was shot, the slower the wound of the warrior on the other side healed.

However, there was not much power left in his body.

Just as the battle was scorching, a breeze swept from downstairs towards Siena.

Siena first felt a heavy trip under his feet, and his center of gravity was instantly unbalanced.

When he relied on his strong physical fitness to turn over and stop the fall, a dense burst of sword light exploded on his body protection holy light.

He was slightly stunned, and reached out to touch his face.

Drops of blood slowly appeared on the fingertips.

Immediately, dense blood stains appeared on Siena's body.

Countless drops of blood slowly poured out, turning him into a bloody person.

From beginning to end, he didn't feel any pain.

"Oh? Your body is tough......"

The voice of the man, whom Kazuo Amato, called "Number Four", sounded ghostly in the rear.

Siena didn't hesitate to turn around with a kick.

But his tyrannical kick only touched an invisible whirlwind.

"Koshin has the name of the Kawasa...... There are three knives in the wind......"

The seemingly faint but deadly sound of the wind, accompanied by a hoarse murmur, swirled around Siena.

"The first one trips you up...... The second one cuts you......"

Dense golden light continued to erupt on Siena's body.

"The third one has plastered you...... Sleep in peace, it doesn't hurt at all......"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Siena covered his hands in front of his chest, and the holy light of his whole body faintly surrounded the outline of a golden coffin.

Holy light, holy coffin.

Collided with the whirlwind like a sharp blade, bursting out with violent sparks, but for a while, it could not break through the defense of the golden coffin.