Bliss, Quintessence Club, Teak Saya ......

Everything was like broken pieces of a puzzle piece, pieced together in Sosuke Araki's mind.

Without looking closely, he directly confirmed the identity of the person in front of him.

Kazuo Amato...... It turns out that you are all behind it!! ”

He reached out and lifted Kazuo Amato's directly.

"Who are you...... If you want money, we can talk about ......."

was lifted by the strange power stockings man in front of him without resistance, and a wave of fear instinctively swelled up in Amato's heart.

Like, a mouse meets a cat.

"Hey, did you forget it so soon......"

At this moment, "I met love around the corner", when I thought of the kidnapping of Hanyu Mai, the death of Reiko, and the unknown life and death of Kohei, all because of the person in front of him, Sousuke Araki was naturally angry.

"I promised Mt. Fuji that whoever you are, I'm going to kill you!!"

Anger rose from his heart, and the unknown black runes tattooed on Sosuke Araki's arm flowed through the glow of the lava-red fire from top to bottom.

The tyrannical and scorching fist wind roared, as if it was about to drain the air around him, and slammed into Kazuo Tento's abdomen in succession.

"Vomit ......"

The strange man who was covered by the stockings in front of him was hit with two punches in anger, and Kazuo Tendo suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, only to feel that the sky was spinning, and his eyes were rolling.

It seemed that a flame surged into his body with the opponent's fist, flowing in his heart......

"Click."

With the sound of something shattering, he could no longer sense the proud divine power.

"I'm sorry, although Kazuo does owe Bian ......"

Before Sosuke Araki's third punch could be blasted, a figure had already stopped in front of him.

"But if you punch him again, he might really die......"

Naturally, it was Matsumoto Ginji who was following Kazuo Amato's back to make a move.

Facing this unarmed man with stockings on his head, Matsumoto Ginji had no space to make a knife, so he could only dexterously flick the short knife out of the sheath, and the handle of the knife slammed into the opponent's wrist like lightning.

In his opinion, this blow was enough to deflect the opponent's punch towards Kazuo Amato.

"Get out of the !!"

It's a pity that he met Sousuke Araki.

The crimson flames on his arm flashed again, and the furious fist wind slammed the incoming hilt back into the sheath......

The punch-bag-sized fist stubbornly smashed on Kazuo Amato's chin, causing the other party to fall directly from the second-floor platform screaming.

Falling to the ground, Kazuo Tendo didn't care about the pain in his body at all, but crawled on the ground in a daze.

"No...... No way...... My divine power ......"

He couldn't believe for a while that the "extraordinary power" he had painstakingly accumulated for many years had been shattered by several punches.

"Uhh......h

Flame-burning, pin-pricked pain struck his mind.

And the dark red flame that flowed through his heart burned more and more like sparks meeting oil, bringing maggots like maggots to his mental pain.

"Shhh...... Other...... Don't come here......"

Bloodthirsty and hungry faces kept appearing in front of his eyes, as if they were looking for him for his life.

These are all the people who have died from his starving power and become hungry ghosts over the years.

……

The voice...... It's Araki BOY......"

Inside the platform, Siena, covered in blood and crumbling in the deadly "whirlwind", heard this somewhat familiar voice, and his eyes moved slightly.

"Hey...... It looks like someone is coming to make trouble, so ...... Don't play anymore......"

In the whirlwind, the hoarse voice of "No. 4" suddenly stopped fluctuating.

A man wrapped in a black robe, wearing a mask and holding a scythe, suddenly appeared in front of Siena.

"I ......"

The most striking thing is that the man's hand is on the side of his face, and he slowly removes the pure white mask on his face.

“…… Is it pretty? ”

Behind the mask, there was a middle-aged thin man with a pale face, featureless facial features, and nothing to do with "beauty".

Hearing the other party's abrupt question, Siena, who was still unchanged even after being tortured by Kazuo Tento's words and deeds, was struck by lightning, and a frightened look appeared on his face that had not been seen for many years.

On the surface of his skin, the originally tenacious protective holy light could not be maintained, and turned into golden stars scattered all over the ground.

Because, an irresistible sense of fear instantly dominated his mind, making him no longer able to maintain the state of the "holy coffin".

"It's ...... Resentment ......"

Ordinary techniques cannot cause such an effect if they cannot break through or deplete the holy light of his protective body.

Only resentment can.

The resentment produced by the fusion of soul obsession and resentment essence contains not only resentment and obsession, but also a small part of the "fragments of rules" from the soul.

This is also the reason why the "Evil Flower" spares no effort to collect resentment around the world.

Before Siena could finish his sentence, a figure passed by him with a whirlwind......

Completely painless, a large crack erupted in his throat.

The blood mist gushing out blocked the words behind him.

Pain is a manifestation of the human organism's self-protection.

The terrible thing about the sickle is that it makes the human body lose this most important protection mechanism, and turn into a dead soul under the sharp sword without knowing it.

As the blood gushed out, he fell to his knees weakly clutching his neck, but his eyes were still staring at the white mask in the other party's hand.

"Shhh...... After wearing it for so long, did it cause so much damage......"

Under the mask, the middle-aged man who was called "No. 4" by Kazuo Tento slowly cracked a two-centimeter-long bloody tear at the corner of his mouth.

"However, this proves that this is the grudge that was destined for me......"

"Four" gently wiped the sickle in his hand on the corner of his mouth, and the painful pain disappeared.

This resentment can not only perfectly make up for the shortcomings of his divine power, but its obvious side effects can also be temporarily suppressed by his divine power, which can be said to complement each other and be a natural pair.

No wonder the Elder went to great lengths to get this thing for himself.

Glancing at the black-robed priest who had fallen to the ground and had no breath, "Four" put the white mask in his pocket and turned into a whirlwind and rushed towards the stairs.

But this time, the whirlwind was no longer formless, but a vague afterimage could be seen in it.

Behind him, Siena, spurting blood, fell to the ground, and a cross hanging from his chest suddenly rose into the air.

If you look closely, the silver cross is actually a key.

Suddenly, the key shattered and turned into silver light that enveloped Siena's entire body.

Immediately afterward, the wound on Siena's neck began to heal at a rapid rate, and a flame rekindled in her gray eyes.