Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Araki Hideto finally noticed the abnormality, and a look of panic flashed across his face:

"Why can't I control your blood?!"

"Damn you, you lowly wretch, what have you done?"

Naraku Sora grinned: "Of course, it's an unbreakable belief!"

In fact, he had already been affected, but the moment he sensed the abnormality, he immediately covered his entire bloodstream with spiritual pressure and endured it.

He couldn't have achieved this level of skill if he hadn't been trained by Shutara Senjumaru for two days.

That wicked woman used the excuse of helping him master his Shikai to try out new ideas on Naraku Sora from time to time.

For example, fusing two spirit particles with completely opposite properties; finding her own spirit network from a thousand spirit networks; releasing a fully chanted demonic path in an environment devoid of spirit particles...

It's not so much inhumane as to call it cruel, but rather utterly devoid of humanity.

Although the process was painful, there were still some gains.

Araki Hideto's face stiffened, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Are you kidding me?!"

He vanished from his spot in a flash, rushing directly in front of Naraku, and unleashed a fierce slash.

Unlike the previous Grim Reapers who besieged him, Araki Hideto, as the mainstay of the Araki family, has surpassed the Seat Officer in strength and is just approaching the level of the Vice Captain.

Sixth-level Spiritual Might!

Blades clashed, sparks flew, and a raging storm shook the entire underground space.

At this moment, both of them unleashed their strongest power.

At this moment, Hideto Araki's face was full of anger.

Even if the Blood Spirit Pill's power doesn't work, I can still easily kill you. You're nothing but a dog kept by our nobles, yet you dare to bite your master!

With a sixth-level spiritual power against a tenth-level spiritual power, the advantage lies with me!

"Go to hell, you bastard!"

Chapter 16 The Innate Evil Noble of Soul Society

With an overwhelming and suffocating spiritual pressure, Araki Hideto launched a fierce attack in the form of a swordsman.

Blood Spirit Pill suddenly slashed horizontally, and as Araki Hideto turned around, the sharp blade light slashed towards the lower body of the boy in front of him.

The furious attack was blocked by Naraku's longsword, sparks flying.

The Zanpakuto trembled violently, and immense power emanated from its blade, causing Araki Hideto's arms to ache.

At this moment, he finally realized what had happened to his men.

Aside from the bizarre spiritual pressure that was completely unlike that of a tenth-rank spiritual power, the pure strength of this guy in front of him was also terrifying, completely unlike what a death god should have.

Unstoppable momentum!

The brutal and completely unreasonable slash caused Araki Hideto to stagger, as if he were about to slip and fall.

But then, a strong, suffocating fishy smell began to fill the air around them.

The blood in the pool surged up!

Naraku Sora instinctively held his breath, his eyes widening.

Blood Spirit Pill can be used like this?

Araki Hideto's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Naraku Sora, gritting his teeth as he said:

"Bloodtide."

The moment the words left his mouth, the vast underground space was instantly stained blood red, and the interior became viscous.

The air seemed to have turned into slippery blood, under Hidetoshi Araki's manipulation.

Undercurrents are emerging.

Countless unseen impacts relentlessly bombarded Naraku's body, leaving him completely defenseless and only able to avoid vital areas as much as possible.

Araki Hideto coldly observed everything before him, awaiting the death of the disrespectful.

"Slowly await your own ending."

The relentless, torrential impacts rained down on places Naraku couldn't defend against, producing dull thuds as they crashed against each other.

The immense impact made it difficult for him to maintain his balance.

Victory seemed to be just around the corner; Araki Hideto could already see the little brat's death before him.

However, as time passed, the onslaught of blood did not cease, and Naraku never fell.

in contrast.

He was gradually adapting to the rhythm of the attack; if his brain couldn't remember it, he would use his body to remember it.

Pain is the best teacher.

As his parrying stance became more and more proficient and he was able to defend against more and more attacks, Hideto Araki started to panic.

He finally realized that things seemed to be spiraling out of control.

"Wouldn't it be better to just die peacefully?"

"I will have the 46 Chambers bestow upon you a title of heroism, and your name will be sung by thousands and forever recorded in the history of Soul Society."

"This is an honor that ordinary Shinigami can never achieve in their entire lives. Isn't this precisely why you joined the Gotei 13?"

In the crimson mist, Naraku Sora raised his head, his bright eyes staring directly at the ferocious-looking Araki Hideto. He grinned, revealing his striking white teeth.

"When did I ever say I was a member of the Gotei 13?"

Araki Hideto stared intently at the nearly unharmed figure not far away, a chill running from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

The impact of the undercurrent was completely blocked, and the blood tide could no longer touch the opponent.

Araki Hideto stared intently at the opposite side, at the black figure that kept walking towards him.

A strong sense of absurdity and terror rose in my heart.

Is this really the Grim Reaper?

In an instant, the untouchable undercurrent was broken apart, and a cold blade of light pierced through the thin mist, rushing out from the other side.

Blood flowed from the blade.

The next moment, the crimson mist suddenly burst open, and Araki Hideto stiffly knelt on the ground, an exaggerated gash spreading from his left shoulder to his right waist.

It almost cut the person diagonally in two.

Amidst the sharp sound of blades clashing, Naraku Sora expressionlessly raised his leg and unleashed a violent kick, sending the struggling Araki Hideto flying.

Bang!

Amidst the deafening crash, the faint sound of bones shattering could be heard.

Araki Hideto lay on the ground, his limbs twisted, unable to struggle any further.

"You, you killed a nobleman without authorization, you will be executed by the Forty-Six Chambers."

Upon seeing the blood-soaked figure that suddenly appeared before them, the researchers were so frightened that they huddled together, wishing they could bury their heads in their chests.

"Who said he's dead?" Naraku Sora curled his lip and said disdainfully, "Wouldn't it be too easy for this guy to die like that?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, the time to make a choice has come."

"Surrender, or..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by others, one of whom exclaimed with delight, "You're willing to let us go?"

“These were all forced upon us by Hidetoshi Araki. I can provide you with evidence of his crimes.”

"Will you surrender after I break all five of your limbs?"

Naraku's Zanpakuto fell from his hand, its tip pointing to the ground. A drop of blood rolled off the bright blade and into the viscous blood plasma on the floor.

A chilling murderous intent emanated from him.

He couldn't possibly feel the slightest bit of pity for a group of accomplices in evil.

If Hideto Araki's sin value is 1000, then this group of so-called researchers in front of us has at least 900.

Even if there's nothing to extract from it, we must never let it go easily.

"surrender!"

They're all smart people. The terrifying Shinigami, whom even Araki Hidetoshi couldn't defeat, is not someone these office workers can mess with.

Let alone wielding knives and slashing each other, just the eye contact alone is enough to make one's scalp tingle and one's limbs go weak.

“Tell Wei Junjie in detail that you will first explain the Araki family’s schemes, and then tell us the specific plans and how far they have progressed.”

"Strive for leniency."

Before Naraku could even list out the various cruel punishments in the Shin-o Prison, the group spilled everything they knew.

Specifically, the Araki family was not satisfied with their current status and attempted to gain greater power. At that time, a member of the family, Araki Hideto, appeared who could control blood.

Driven by ambition, they set their sights on Rukongai.

They cultivate rebels and, under the guise of rebels, run rampant in Rukongai, while simultaneously exploiting residents from various regions.

A powerful and incomparable monster is created using the flesh and blood and souls of ordinary people.

At that moment, Aizen suddenly appeared beside Naraku Sora, picked up the conversation, and said calmly:

"They're researching in the wrong direction."

"Whether it's Hollow or Shinigami, they are all made up of spirit particles. The difference between them lies in their souls. However, looking at the entire Soul Society, there are very few people who can get involved in this field."

Naraku sighed, a barely perceptible hint of weariness flashing in his eyes.

He prided himself on having a very flexible moral compass, capable of disregarding the lives of strangers, but if asked to do something like this for status and personal gain...

That's still too much to ask of him.

However, the Araki family can easily suppress their conscience and treat such things as commonplace.

Everything proceeded according to procedure. Aizen assisted Naraku in binding everyone with Binding Spells and bringing them all back to Seireitei.