In the last scene before the consciousness disappeared, the strange mask that stared at him came into Higashino's mind.

Immediately, he looked down at his body in a bit of a dazed manner.

And so on, I seem to be ignoring the biggest problem......

Under the light, his strong muscles were fuller and more powerful than ever.

Why was he able to sit here intact when his bones were broken and his internal organs were shattered?

"Kohei BOY...... There are some things that I, the priest, will guide you......"

Siena, sitting across the table, was holding a seven-story castle of Burger King, about the size of his head, in his hand, and gnawing frantically with his sharp white teeth......

This was already the eighteenth he had eaten in half an hour.

"You...... This ......"

Only then did Higashino Kohei notice that as the heat of the food entered the body, Siena's body, wrapped in a layer of faint and invisible golden light, was like a doll that had been re-injected with air, and gradually regained its former strength and fullness.

"Since you can see it...... It saves me a lot of saliva......"

Seeing the golden light on Higashino Kohei trembling and pointing at him, Siena frowned slightly and sighed for some reason.

……

"Crunch ......"

Pushing open the bullet-riddled wooden door, Kazuo Amato, frowned and stepped into his secret villa.

"Yo, it looks like we've had a good time."

Behind him, Matsumoto Ginji, who had two knives at his waist and straw in his mouth, shrugged his nose slightly and frowned.

Inside, the strong smell of blood and the pungent smoke of gunpowder made him uncomfortable.

"Damn it...... Nuluo Fist ......"

Without bothering to check the corpses inside the house and the ruined house, Kazuo Tendo ran straight in the direction of the basement.

After the sacrifice was completed, Kitayama Torataro's phone was not answered.

With a bad premonition, he immediately rushed back.

All the way in, only the corpses of his own men were seen but there were no enemies, and the people who were obviously angry still had time to "clean" the battlefield.

In the basement, he was greeted by a cold, shriveled body of Kitayama Torotaro lying in the sunken and cracked floor.

Siena, who was supposed to be held here, is nowhere to be found.

"The priest...... Were they rescued? ”

As one of the "forbidden lands" of God, Japan is not afraid that the Holy See will send people to retaliate.

The only thing to watch out for is the defeated priest.

"Where's that thing......"

Suddenly remembering something, Kazuo Amato looked around in horror and saw something on the floor.

“…… It's great they didn't have time to take this thing......"

With a beaming face, he bent down to pick up the stone mask on the ground.

I don't know why these things have become one, but as long as I can account to the elder.

“…… Sand...... Sand ......"

As he moved, the stone mask turned into a puff of white sand scattered in his palm as if an antique that had been sealed for many years suddenly met the air.

Kazuo Tento's expression froze instantly, and then the green tendons erupted, turning from ecstasy to anger.

"Zhang Fenfang, Nu Luo Fist...... I will never die with you!! ”

I don't know exactly what happened, but if this thing is messed up in my own hands, I'm afraid that the adult's anger will come.

"Hey, you're gone, is that the 'wish' I gave you end here?"

Matsumoto Ginji, who was leaning against the basement door with his hands on his chest, asked with a smile.

……

Yokohama Chinatown, inside a safe house.

"So...... In this world, there are all kinds of transcendent things such as gods and ghosts? ”

“…… That giant, which is more than two meters tall, is not a Frankenstein like Hulk at all, but a human who can use the power of ghosts? ”

Kohei Higashino, who was sitting in front of Siena as usual in class, was full of confusion in his eyes.

After Li Mingcong brought back the food and information, he had already gone downstairs with interest, leaving the two alone to be.

After that, Siena began to refresh his worldview.

"That kind of person is called a half-demon ...... in Japan"

Siena, who is not very proficient in Japanese folklore, cannot accurately distinguish the type of Torataro Yamkita.

"Depending on the type, it should be the power of the bloodline of some kind of tall and powerful ghost in your Japanese legends."

After all, among the "hundred ghosts" in Japan alone, there are not a few who are tall and powerful.

"So I didn't die because there was some kind of existence attached to the mask that wanted to resurrect through my body, but it made a mistake?"

"Asammet ......"

Siena reached for the last burger on the table and opened it.

Most of the fat and muscle in his body have been squeezed by the power of the god of hunger these days, and if it weren't for the Holy Light, he would have died of starvation like countless poor compatriots hundreds of years ago.

Even if the Holy Light Technique could help him recover quickly, it would require a lot of calorie intake.

"You can understand that this is a monster that is far older than the European blood tribes, living in the deserts of the Middle East and sucking blood...... The only difference is that they only suck the blood of otherworldly beings, and use it to gain each other's abilities in pursuit of 'ultimate evolution'. ”

The Assamite are from the most notorious and powerful bloodline in the Middle East's deserts, which can survive the scorching desert sun.

Because once you set your sights on the target, you will never die, and you are called a "silent assassin".

And the remuneration they receive is usually the blood of the employer.

At the time of the Crusades, they still had a resounding name.

Faith Killer.

Unlike ordinary bloodlines, Asammet's ultimate goal is to keep approaching and surpassing the "original blood".

As a result, they are dismissive of the blood of ordinary humans, and have a penchant for sucking the blood of all otherworldly creatures and even their own kind.

“…… About a year ago, the stone mask, broken in half, was excavated in a ruin in a site in the Middle East. According to the information in the ruins, it was a place where the original Asammet people were sleeping......"

"During this period, some workers tried in vain to steal the mask, but they were found wearing the mask and dying with a shriveled body, leaving not a drop of blood in their bodies......"

Siena took a bite of the burger and continued to tell.

“…… After the Holy See took possession of the mask, it was sealed in two parts with an artificial relict cloth, ready to be transported back to the Vatican for sealing. ”

After the "mask of Assamet" was contained, Siena finally sent the thing out of the Middle East in the day and night ambush and bullets of those fanatics, and transferred it back to the Vatican in Japan "in three ways".

Unexpectedly, it still made people smell the taste.

"If it weren't for the abundance of fresh blood provided by the giant, I'm afraid your body would have withered due to the lack of blood to support that mask......

Last night, the weakened Siena was ready to be used as blood food by Na Sarmet.

But he didn't expect that the holy light descending from an unknown great being stopped the other party.