The Bible is not all about light and love.

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

The Inquisition compiled these together into a book dedicated to heretics and evil creatures.

The name is "The Dark Bible".

Siena's prayers still echo in the warehouse.

After the golden light passed, several other men who were about to shoot were also subjected to the same treatment and turned into flesh and blood.

Inside the dark warehouse, it was raining.

Scarlet and viscous rain mixed with the remains of flesh and bones.

Facing Siena, who had the Qinglong Sword in his hands everywhere, he recited the "Dark Bible" at this moment, and he did not hesitate to kill people like drinking water.

All this, just because of the people in between, is related to the "flower of evil".

Before joining the Inquisition, he made a promise before the Lord that he would spend his life in the "flower of evil."

Below the warehouse, the "outlaws" who were originally queuing up to enter the container were drenched in the rain of flesh and blood, and only then did they realize what was happening and rushed towards the warehouse gate.

"Uhh......hh Blood, this is blood!!! ”

"Hey...... Open the door, I won't make any money from you......"

"Hurry up and get a gun ......"

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

At the same time, under the surging of viscous red plasma, Kohei Higashino's broken neck quickly sprouted granulations, connecting his head to his body.

Higashino Kohei moved his neck a little incredulously, bent down to pick up his right hand on the ground and pressed it on the broken arm, and then looked hatefully at Kazuo Amatoshi on the opposite platform.

The neat knife cuts on his neck and severed arm instantly returned to their original state, leaving no traces.

Although I know that my body, neither its quality nor its ability to recover belong to the category of human beings......

But the first experience of being beheaded and then picked up again, he still has a rather unreal feeling.

The Assammet are a race that survives in a place like the Sahara Desert where the sun is blazing, where water and food are desperately scarce, and which is known as the "Hell of the Bloods".

As far as his line of sight could see, Matsumoto Ginji swung his two swords in unison, slashing down the three golden bullets that were striking at Kazuo Tento.

"Hey, since you want revenge, it's up to you to swallow this gift I prepared for Nuluo Fist."

Kazuo Amato, who was sitting behind him, had a ruthless face and snapped his fingers lightly.

The noise in the warehouse was instantly quiet.

"Hungry...... I'm so hungry......"

"Do you have anything to eat?"

“…… Your sausage looks delicious......"

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

"Roaring ......"

"Uhh......h

The whispers that came out of their mouths gradually turned into a low roar that did not belong to humans.

Several of the men had already rushed to the side of the unfinished food and chewed it down along with the packaging bags.

The rest of the men, like treasures, threw themselves at the scraps of meat scattered on the ground......

By the time Kazuo Tendo snapped his fingers, he had completely transformed them into hungry ghosts.

"Bang...... Bang......"

Above the platform, Siena rotated the bullet nest of the revolver in his hand, and the holy light condensed on it.

"I didn't eat a plane meal or weapons that day...... Today we re-compare ......"

There was no movement to change the bullets, but the golden bullets with erratic trajectories, fast and ghostly speeds, and exaggerated power, shot out of the muzzle of the gun one after another.

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

On the other side of the platform, Matsumoto Ginji waved the pair of quaint twin knives in his hand like a machine that never tires, and cut down those bullets one by one without changing his face.

His mission is only to protect Kazuo Tento, and he has no intention of taking the initiative to attack from beginning to end.

Kazuo Amto stood up from the ground and looked at his abdomen with a painful expression.

The stab wounds on his abdomen, dripping with blood and faintly visible viscera, were 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 was rapidly healing his body.

"They...... It's your food tonight......"

Frowning, Kazuo Amami laboriously stretched out his hand to point at the two people on the other side of the platform.

As a "god-favored" who has used more than a dozen miracles from the god of hunger, he is naturally able to command the evil spirits under his command through his endless hunger.

With his words, the men who were eating with their heads bowed immediately turned their heads in unison, and their eyes looked at Higashino Kohei and Siena with bright eyes.

These more than 100 hungry ghosts, which were originally prepared for the headquarters of the Nuluo Fist, broke out here in advance.

What made Kazuo Amato's face painful was not the injury in his abdomen, but the terrible perception shared by those hungry ghosts eating at the same time.

Once this "divine power" is used, every chewing, swallowing, licking, and all the delicate eating experiences of those demons are pouring into his brain endlessly, tormenting him as if it is endless.

In addition to the fact that Aum Truth has always kept a low profile, this side effect is 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 food is forever sealed in memories.

……

Forty years ago.

"Shhh...... It's so hot......"

"Hahahaha, I can't eat hot bear's paws in a hurry......"

Seeing that the child in front of him was scalded by the food roasted on the trunk of the tree and retracted his hand, the man with his hair scattered on the side laughed heroically.

"Matsumoto-san......"

The boy ignored his red fingers, carefully tore off a piece of meat, and gnawed it down.

"Ginji, just call me Ginji...... After all, Kazuo is my great benefactor. ”

“…… Ginji, you must be a legendary immortal, right? ”

Looking at the mountain bear in front of him that was roasted on the trunk of a tree with skinning and cramps, Kazuo made a firm judgment.

After all, even the most powerful hunter in the village could not kill this mountain bear that had ravaged the mountains and forests for many years with his bare hands in three minutes.

"Immortals? Hahaha......"

Hearing this title, Ginji, whose clothes had been torn into strips of cloth and looked like a beggar, was stunned for a moment, and then laughed self-deprecatingly.

"It's not so much the immortals...... I should ......"

He looked down at his body.

The place that had been pierced by the iron nail was no longer scarred.

“…… I guess it's a cursed sinner......"

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