The last scene before his consciousness disappeared, the treacherous mask staring at him, reflected in Higashino Yukihira's mind.

Immediately, he looked down at his body in a daze.

Wait, I seem to have overlooked the biggest problem...

Under the light, his sturdy muscles were fuller and more powerful than before.

How could I, who should have broken all the bones and had his internal organs shaken into a mushy mess, be able to sit here intact?

"Xingping boy... Some things, let me, the priest, guide you..."

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

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

"you……"

It was only then that Higashino Kohei noticed that as the heat of the food entered his body, Siena's body, wrapped in a layer of invisible golden light, gradually returned to its former strength and fullness like a doll that was re-injected into the air.

"Since I can see it...it will save me a lot of saliva..."

Seeing Higashino Kohei tremblingly pointed at the golden light on his body, Siena frowned slightly and sighed for some reason.

...

"crunch..."

Pushing open the wooden door full of bullet holes, Kazuo Tiandou frowned and stepped into his secret villa.

"Yo, it looks like there's a lot of noise."

Behind him, Matsumoto Ginji, with a double knife on his waist and a straw in his mouth, cocked his nose and frowned.

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

"Damn... Furious Fist..."

Ignoring the corpses in the house and the devastated house, Kazuo Tianto ran straight towards the basement.

After the sacrifice was over, Kitayama Tiger Taro's phone went unanswered.

Feeling bad, he rushed back immediately.

All the way in, I saw only the corpses of my own men but no enemies. It was obvious that the people who were angry with Luoquan still had time to "clean up" the battlefield.

In the basement, he was greeted by Kitayama Tortaro, who was lying on the sunken and cracked floor with a cold and shriveled body.

Siena, who was supposed to be imprisoned here, is also missing.

"That priest... was they rescued?"

As one of the "God Forbidden Lands", he is not afraid that the Holy See will send people to retaliate.

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

"What about that thing..."

Suddenly remembering something, Kazuo Tianto looked around in panic and saw something on the floor.

"...Great, they didn't have time to take this thing away..."

With a happy expression on his face, he bent down and picked up the stone mask on the ground.

Although I don't know why these things are merged into one, but as long as I can communicate with the president, it will be fine.

"……rustle……"

With his movements, the stone mask was like an antique that had been sealed for many years suddenly encountering the air, and it turned into a puff of white sand scattered in his palm.

Kazuo Tianto's expression instantly solidified, and then his veins burst out, turning from ecstasy to anger.

"Zhang Fenfang, Nu Luoquan... I will never die with you!!!"

Although I don't know exactly what happened, but if this thing was smashed in my hand, the anger of the president is probably about to come.

"Hey, you're all gone, isn't that the end of my 'wish' for you?"

Matsumoto Ginji, who was leaning against the basement door with his arms crossed, asked with a smile.

...

Yokohama Chinatown, inside the safe house.

"So... in this world, there are actually all kinds of extraordinary things such as gods and ghosts?"

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

Higashino Yukihira, who was sitting in front of Siena like a class, was full of confusion.

After Li Mingcong brought back the food and information, he went downstairs with interest, leaving the two alone.

After that, Siena embarked on an interpretation that refreshed his worldview.

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

Siena, who is not very proficient in Japanese folklore, cannot precisely distinguish the type of Yamabei Tiger Taro.

"Looking at the type, it should be the blood power of some tall and powerful ghost in your Japanese legend."

After all, among the "Hundred Ghosts" in Japan, there are many tall and powerful ones.

"So I didn't die because of some existence attached to the mask, trying to use my body to revive, but the operation went wrong?"

"Asamet..."

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

These days, the power of the **** of hunger has squeezed most of the fat and muscle in his body. If it were not for the holy light, he would have died of starvation like countless impoverished compatriots hundreds of years ago.

Even if Holy Light can help him recover quickly, it still requires a lot of calories.

"You can understand that this is a monster that is far older than the European blood race, living in the deserts of the Middle East, and sucking blood for a living... The only difference is that they only **** the blood of extraordinary creatures, and use it to obtain each other's blood. ability to pursue 'final evolution'."

Asamet ~lightnovelpub.net~ is the most notorious and powerful bloodline from the deserts of the Middle East, who can survive under the scorching sun of the desert.

He is called the "Silent Assassin" because he will never die once he sets his sights on his target.

And the remuneration they charge is usually in the blood of the employer.

During the Crusades, they still had a big name.

Faith Killer.

Different from ordinary blood descendants, the ultimate goal pursued by Asamet is to continuously approach and surpass the "primitive blood".

Therefore, they disdain the blood of ordinary human beings, and have a hobby of sucking the blood of all extraordinary creatures and even the blood of the same race.

"...About a year ago, in a ruin in the Middle East, the stone mask that was broken in half was unearthed. According to the information in the ruins, there was a sleeping man of the original Asamet tribe. land……"

"During the period, a worker tried to steal the mask, but was found dead wearing the mask, with no blood left in his body..."

Siena ate a hamburger and continued to talk.

"...After the Holy See received the mask, it has been splitting it into two parts with artificial sacred cloth and preparing to transport it back to the Vatican for seal."

After the "mask of Assamet" was contained, Siena finally sent it away from the Middle East amid the day and night of the fanatics and the hail of bullets, and "the soldiers were divided into three routes" and transferred to Japan to return to the Vatican.

Unexpectedly, it still makes the caring people smell it.

"If you don't have a lot of fresh blood provided by the giant, I'm afraid your body will wither because of the lack of blood and unable to support that mask..."

Last night, the weak Siena was already ready to be eaten by Asamat as blood.

But I didn't expect that the holy light from an unknown great existence would stop the other party.