"Ask of Me, and I shall give You the nations for Your inheritance, and the ends of the earth for Your possession."
Facing the oncoming hundred demons, Anderson bared his teeth in a cold smile and chanted verses from the Bible.
Two lines of English Script appeared on the backs of the white gloves gripping his sword hilts.
On his right hand were the words, "Jesus Christ in Heaven," while on his left were, "Speak with the Dead."
At that moment.
The light and shadow around him seemed to completely merge with this domain of nothing but black and white.
His face retreated into darkness, leaving only the gleam on his glasses visible, while his clothing interwove black and white.
Yet the cross on his chest alone remained golden, as though proclaiming that its faith would never fade.
The two gunblades crossed into the shape of a crucifix in his hands completely unleashed the overwhelming aura radiating from him.
This filled the Oni Tribe warriors running at the forefront with irrepressible fear.
Terrifying. This man was too terrifying.
[Whoosh!]
A streak of black blade light flashed through the pure-white space, and Anderson was suddenly standing with his back to every Oni Tribe warrior.
The next second.
The heads of the hundred demons were sent flying into the air, while ink-black blood gushed forth.
"You shall break them with a rod of iron; You shall dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel."
"Now therefore, O kings, be wise; receive instruction from the Judge of the earth."
Anderson continued chanting from the Bible, with no intention of stopping.
Gradually, those words began to echo through this Reality Marble known as Rashomon.
"Serve your Lord with fear, rejoice in battle, and kiss your child, for the daughter of Heaven shall send you