Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Harribel forcibly stopped the two from fighting and took them to the previously agreed meeting place, intending to explain the pros and cons.

This is to let these cowardly Hollows know that a real disaster is about to strike.

"That's the situation. It took me a long time to find out this information. If you don't trust me, you can go to Hueco Mundo to verify it yourselves."

Harribel's gaze was icy, a heavy spiritual pressure permeated the surroundings, and an undisguised killing intent enveloped all the Hollows.

"But we only have one chance. Once the enemy realizes what's happening, we will be defeated one by one, Hueco Mundo will fall completely, and there will be no more land for the Hollows to live in this vast world!"

Silence, deathly stillness.

No one offered an opinion; they simply watched Heribel speak in silence, a thoughtful look in their eyes.

Once a Gillian evolves into an Adjuchas, the intelligence of a Menos Grande becomes no different from that of a normal human, with a very few even exhibiting remarkable intelligence.

For example, Sárapolo Granz.

There are also those who are completely brainless, like that caterpillar monster scratching its head with a disdainful look.

"boring."

After a brief moment of thought, a leopard covered entirely in white bone armor, with a streamlined body, stood up from the sand, shook its head, and prepared to leave.

He had no interest in playing house with these guys.

Limited lifespan should be used to challenge the strong, not to defend so-called Hueco Mundo territory.

It doesn't matter who rules Hueco Mundo, as long as there are strong individuals.

Born into nothingness, one should enjoy the thrill of battle.

The meaning of existence is to continuously become stronger and evolve until one becomes the ultimate being!

However, just as he turned around, Halibel's voice suddenly rang out:

“Grimmjow, what if I told you that there are many powerful enemies in Las Noches?”

"You can definitely find a suitable opponent there, or even someone who can kill you."

Grimmjow stopped moving, slowly raised his head, and a strange light flashed in his cold eyes.

Seeing that her words had an effect, Harribel turned her gaze to the other Hollows and asked for their opinions.

"I don't care, but it would be best if I could die at the hands of a strong person."

"Is Death delicious? I haven't tried it yet!"

"..."

Seeing that the wills of the Void were gradually converging in one direction, Heribel breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Barragan is very strong, the Shinigami who can defeat him must be even stronger. However, under the combined attack of such a group of terrifying Hollows, even Barragan, the former king of Hueco Mundo, can only choose to temporarily avoid their sharp edge.

The defense plan will definitely succeed!

Harribel raised her gaze and looked toward Hueco Mundo in the moonlight.

Beyond the desert lies the enemy.

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Inside a laboratory in Hueco Mundo.

Szayelaporro brought up the screen, where several powerful spiritual pressures moved across the image. After being magnified, their clear physical features emerged.

Even through the screen, you could feel the ever-spreading heavy atmosphere.

“Your Majesty, in my experience, besides those two Vastods, the remaining Adjuchas are also very strong, if we consider them according to the material standards…”

"Absolutely crushes 99% of the Adjuchas in Las Noches."

"In terms of value alone, it is in no way inferior to me and Barragán."

Ever since witnessing Naraku's voluntary Hollowfication, Szayelaporro has become utterly loyal.

He regarded the new emperor of Hueco Mundo as a perfect being in a certain sense, the true answer he had sought with all his wisdom throughout his life.

Szayelaporro, with his mad scientist tendencies, would never betray his cause before he had thoroughly understood it.

As long as His Majesty lives, he will remain a loyal subject of Hueco Mundo.

Naraku Sora stroked his chin, watching the scene unfold on the screen with great interest.

Although the appearance was different from what he remembered, he could still vaguely recognize a familiar figure.

That blonde, short-haired shark girl leading the group must be Tia Harribel.

One of the few Vastodes in Hueco Mundo.

What impressed Naraku Sora most about her was her impressively large breasts after her Resurrección, followed by her healthy, wheat-colored skin.

This is similar to Yoruichi.

Because of this, Naraku Sora's opinion of Halibel wasn't much worse either.

"Your Majesty, do you need my assistance?"

Szayelaporro pledged his loyalty by offering to exchange a certain amount of blood with His Majesty the Great Perfect Life in this way.

The last experiment has already used up the resources.

To be honest, His Majesty's blood was the most complex he had ever seen in his life.

It's not that it's completely chaotic, but rather that it's utterly clueless.

Even with a lifetime of experience, I still couldn't extract any useful information from it.

In order to obtain more experimental materials, being humble is nothing.

"Kong, go ahead."

Aizen calmly said, "Szayelaporro is different from you. He is a Hollow. If he were to defeat those who invade, they would not be convinced."

"Only those who have witnessed true despair will abandon so-called hope and embrace a new destiny."

When Aizen learned that the Hollows had gathered to rebel against the tyrannical rule of Las Noches, he had already devised a new plan.

To achieve his and Naraku's goals, manpower is essential.

Whether it's Soul Society or Hueco Mundo.

One person's wisdom and ability alone are absolutely insufficient to bridge the enormous gap between him and Hyosube Ichibei.

However, he is not suited to stand in the spotlight and lead everything.

Perhaps he is much better than that guy at controlling people's hearts.

But when it comes to that strange and infectious power, Aizen felt he was still slightly inferior.

Whether it's Kyoga Kuchiki, Kenpachi Zaraki, or even the likes of Sajin Komamura and Kaname Tōsen, or even Szayelaporro from Hueco Mundo...

They all gathered around Naraku Sora spontaneously, as if he possessed some kind of special attraction.

Upon hearing Aizen's words, Naraku Sora nodded in deep agreement.

A few random Hollows dare to try and overthrow Las Noches? Doesn't the new king have any dignity?

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Grimmjow was moving very fast, almost separating himself from the main force.

When he learned from Harribel that there were powerful enemies in Hueco Mundo, he could no longer suppress the fighting spirit flowing in his veins.

Since becoming an Adjuchas, he has been constantly looking for suitable opponents and challenging them, enjoying the thrill of battle.

However, as Grimmjow devoured more and more of his own kind, his spiritual pressure grew stronger and stronger, making it extremely difficult to find an opponent to fight head-on.

Now that I have a new goal, how can I suppress the wildness in my heart?

Just as they were about to approach Las Noches, Grimmjow's detection circuits caught sight of a tall figure in the distance.

Standing tall on the boundless sea of ​​sand, it resembles a towering stone monument.

Without any hesitation, Grimmjow grinned, his sharp teeth gleaming coldly, and his intense and soaring battle intent erupted, his powerful spiritual pressure instantly locking onto the figure.

"grim Reaper!"

A deafening roar echoed under the moonlight as a slender white figure instantly traversed several kilometers, crossing the boundless desert, and arrived before Naraku.

Its crouching body resembled a taut bowstring, poised to pounce.

powerful!

Very strong!

This was Grimmjow's first impression after entering the spiritual pressure range.

The man stood there, scrutinizing the intruder before him. Facing the surging, materialized spiritual pressure, his expression remained completely calm, utterly serene.

It was as if he were looking down at the dust.

Even Grimmjow was intimidated by this aura, but he quickly broke free from its influence, his eyes filled with undisguised aggression.

Taking a deep breath, the cheetah slightly bent its limbs, and its savage power erupted instantly. The sand below suddenly collapsed, and a streak of light flashed across the sky as its sharp claws, gleaming with cold light, arrived in an instant.

It went straight for Naraku's throat.

Clang—!

The clanging sound of metal striking metal startled Grimmjow for a moment. His eyes widened instantly, his pupils contracted, and he saw the indestructible claws land on a forearm.

Countless sparks flew.

Not even a white mark was left.

How can it be? !

Grimmjow could hardly believe his eyes.

Is this really Death?

Just as he was surprised, Naraku flipped his arm, grabbed the black leopard claw, and with a burst of power, pulled him directly in front of him, grinning maliciously.

At this point, Grimmjow was still unaware of the seriousness of the situation.