In the Bible, not all poems of light and love are recorded.

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

The Inquisition compiled these together into a tome, dedicated to offering sacrifices to infidels and evil beings.

It's called the Dark Bible.

Siena's prayers still reverberate in the warehouse.

After the golden light passed by, several other men who were about to shoot with guns were also treated the same way and turned into flesh and blood.

Inside the dark warehouse, it was raining.

Crimson viscous rain mixed with flesh and viscera.

In the face of Siena, who kept his hands everywhere with the Qinglong Sword, when he recited the "Dark Bible" at this moment, he became murderous without hesitation like drinking water.

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

Before joining the Heresy Tribunal that year, he made a promise before the Lord: to end this life and cut off the "flower of evil".

Below the warehouse, the "desperate" who were lining up to enter the container were drenched in the rain of flesh and blood before they realized what happened, and rushed towards the warehouse door.

"Ugh...blood, this is blood!!!"

"Hey... Open the door, I won't earn your money..."

"Hurry up and get a gun..."

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

At the same time, under the surging of the viscous red blood plasma, Higashino Yukihira's broken neck quickly grew granulation, connecting his head and body back.

Higashino Kohei moved his neck in disbelief, bent down and picked up his right hand on the ground and pressed it on the broken arm, then looked at Kazuo Amto on the opposite platform with hatred.

The neat knife-edges on his neck and broken arm instantly recovered as before, leaving no trace.

Even though I know that my body, neither its quality nor its ability to recover, belongs to the category of human beings...

But the first time he experienced being beheaded and then brought back, he still felt quite unreal.

The Asamite family deserves to be a race that can survive in places like the Sahara Desert where the sun is fierce, water and food are extremely scarce, and it is called the "Blood Clan Hell".

As far as he could see, Ginji Matsumoto swung his two swords in a row, and accurately chopped off the three golden bullets that hit Kazuo Atou.

"Hey, since you all want revenge, it depends on whether you can swallow this gift I prepared for Nu Luoquan."

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

The noise in the warehouse suddenly quieted down.

"Hungry... so hungry..."

"Did you bring anything to eat?"

"...Your sausage looks delicious..."

The eyes of the men who had gathered at the door of the warehouse and were about to smash the iron door and rush out suddenly became extremely hungry.

"Roar……"

"Ugh..."

The whispers in their mouths gradually turned into low roars that did not belong to human beings.

Several of the men had already rushed to the unfinished food, tearing at the packaging bags.

The rest of the men, like treasures, dashed towards the minced meat scattered on the ground...

When Kazuo Tianto snapped his fingers, he had completely transformed them into hungry ghosts.

"Bang... bang..."

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

"I didn't eat the meal on the plane that day, and I didn't take advantage of the weapons... I compared it again today..."

Without seeing any movement of changing bullets, the golden bullets with erratic trajectory, ghostly speed, and exaggerated power were shot from the muzzle one after another.

"Hey, how dare you say it... Kazuo, you can't stand up, right? I can't lead you to run like this."

On the opposite side of the platform, Matsumoto Ginji, like a machine that never tires, waved the pair of quaint double knives in his hands, and slashed the bullets one by one without changing his face.

His mission was to protect Kazuo Tiandou comprehensively, and he had no intention of attacking from beginning to end.

Kazuo Tianto stood up from the ground and looked at his stomach with a painful expression.

His abdomen was dripping with blood, and the stab wound to his internal organs was faintly visible, which was 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 is rapidly healing his body.

"They...are your food tonight..."

Frowning, Kazuo Tianto stretched out his finger to the two people on the opposite side of the platform.

As a "God's Favored One", he has used miracles derived from the God of Hunger more than ten times, and he is naturally able to command the evil spirits under his command through the endless hunger.

Following his words, the men who bowed their heads to eat immediately turned their heads in unison, and looked at Higashino Yukihira and Siena with shining eyes.

The more than 100 hungry ghosts that were originally prepared for the Nuluo Fist headquarters broke out here in advance.

It wasn't the abdominal injury that made Kazuo Tiandou's expression painful, but the terrifying feeling shared by those hungry ghosts eating at the same time.

Once this "magic power" is used, every chewing, swallowing, licking, and every delicate eating experience of those evil spirits pours into his brain in an endless stream, tormenting him like never-ending.

In addition to being based on the principle that Aum Shinrikyo will always keep a low profile, this side effect is also one of the reasons why he never abuses his powers easily.

Even so, he had already suffered from severe anorexia.

For him, the joy of enjoying delicious food is forever hidden in his memories.

...

Forty years ago.

"Hey...it's hot..."

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

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

"Matsumoto-san..."

Ignoring his red fingers, the boy carefully tore off a piece of meat and ate it with his head buried in it.

"Ginji, just call me Ginji... After all, Kazuo, you are my great benefactor."

"...Ginji, you must be a legendary fairy, right?"

Looking at the mountain bear who was peeled and cramped and baked on the trunk in front of him~lightnovelpub.net~ Kazuo made a firm judgment.

After all, even the most powerful hunter in the village could not kill the bear that had been ravaging the mountains for many years with his bare hands in three minutes.

"Fairy? Hahaha..."

Hearing this title, Ginji, whose clothes had been tattered into strips of cloth and looked like a beggar, was stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly at himself.

"It's not so much a fairy... I should..."

He looked down at his body.

There were no scars where the nails had originally penetrated.

"...It should be regarded as the cursed sinner..."

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

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