I'm really unnerved in Tokyo

Chapter 297 Assamite
The last scene before consciousness disappeared, the strange mask that was staring at him, reflected in Higashino Kohei'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 muscular body was fuller and more powerful than before.

Why can I sit here intact when my bones are supposed to be broken and my internal organs have been shaken into a paste?
"Xinghei BOY... for some things, let me, the priest, guide you..."

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

This is already the No. 18 he ate in half an hour.

"you……"

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

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

Seeing Higashino Kohei tremblingly pointing 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 Amado frowned and stepped into his secret villa.

"Yo, it looks like you've had a lot of trouble."

Behind him, Matsumoto Ginji, with two knives at his waist and a straw in his mouth, raised his nose slightly and frowned.

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

"Damn... Nu Luoquan..."

Regardless of looking at the corpses in the house and the devastated house, Kazuo Amado ran straight towards the basement.

After the sacrifice was over, no one answered Kitayama Tiger Taro's phone calls.

With a bad premonition, he rushed back immediately.

All the way in, he only saw the corpses of his subordinates but no enemies. It was obvious that the angry people had time to "clean up" the battlefield.

In the basement, what greeted him was Kitayama Kotaro, whose body was cold and shriveled, lying on the sunken and cracked floor.

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

"That priest... was rescued by them?"

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

The only thing to be wary of is the priest who was defeated.

"What about that thing..."

Suddenly remembered something, Kazuo Amado 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 merged into one, as long as I can make a mission to the chairman, it will be fine.

"……rustle……"

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

Kazuo Amado's expression froze instantly, and then his veins burst out, turning from ecstasy to fright and anger.

"Zhang Fenfang, Nu Luoquan... I will fight you forever!!!"

Although I don't know exactly what happened, but if this thing is smashed in my hands, the anger of the chairman may be coming.

"Hey, you're all gone. Is this the end of the 'wish' I gave you?"

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

……

Yokohama Chinatown, inside the safe house.

"So... in this world, there are actually all kinds of supernatural things like gods and ghosts?"

"...that two-meter-tall giant is not a Frankenstein like the Hulk at all, but a human being who can use the power of ghosts?"

Higashino Kohei, who was sitting in front of Siena in an orderly manner as if in class, was full of confusion in his eyes.

After Li Mingcong brought back the food and information, he went downstairs tactfully, leaving the two of them alone.

After that, Siena began to refresh his commentary on the world view.

"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 Yamakita Kotaro.

"Looking at the type, it should be the blood power 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 tall and powerful ones.

"So I didn't die, because some kind of existence attached to the mask wanted to use my body to resurrect, but the operation error saved me instead?"

"Assamite..."

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

These days, the power of the Hunger God has squeezed most of the fat and muscle in his body. If he hadn't hanged himself by the holy light, he would have died of hunger like countless poor compatriots hundreds of years ago.

Even if the holy light technique can help him recover quickly, it still needs to consume a lot of calories.

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

Assamite is the most notorious blood descendant from the deserts of the Middle East, who can survive under the scorching sun of the desert.

He is known as the "Silent Assassin" because he will never die once he is on the target.

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

During the Crusades, they still had a famous name.

Faith killer.

Different from ordinary blood descendants, the ultimate goal pursued by Assamite is to keep approaching and surpassing the "primordial blood".

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

"...About a year ago, the stone mask that was broken in two was unearthed in a ruins in the Middle East. According to the information in the ruins, it was the sleeping place of an original Assamite tribe. land……"

"During the period, some workers attempted to steal the mask, but were found to be wearing the mask and dead withered, with not a single drop of blood left in their bodies..."

Siena took a bite of the burger and continued talking.

"...After the Holy See received the mask, it has been divided into two parts with artificial holy cloth and sealed, and it is ready to be transported back to the Vatican for sealing."

After containing the "Mask of Assamite", Siena managed to send that thing away from the Middle East amidst the ambushes of fanatics day and night and the hail of bullets, and "divided into three routes" and transferred to Japan to return to the Vatican.

But I didn't expect that it still made caring people smell the smell.

"Without the large amount of fresh blood provided by the giant, I am afraid that your body will also wither due to insufficient blood to support the mask..."

Last night, the weak Siena was already ready to be eaten by that Assamite.

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

(End of this chapter)