Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

It can cycle between death and rebirth without interruption, there is no eternal end, there is no so-called upper limit to power, and even its life form is different from any known species.

However, as the research progressed, when Szayelaporro attempted to inject a wisp of his soul into it, the flesh and blood tissue suddenly began to proliferate uncontrollably.

Until complete collapse.

"It's a pity, it was just a little short."

A familiar voice rang in my ears.

Szayelaporro nodded subconsciously, and just as he was about to analyze the mistakes he had just made, an indescribable sense of unease welled up in his heart.

and many more!

The door was closed before the experiment, so why were there other people's voices in the lab?

There was no one in Hueco Mundo who could sneak into the laboratory and stand beside him without him noticing.

Foreign invasion?

Death God or Hollow?

Without any hesitation, Szayelaporro extended his finger and unleashed a devastating Cero.

Snapped!

A crisp sound rang out, and to his astonishment, a hand rose up and, in the instant it opened, firmly grasped the Cero in its palm.

As the five fingers closed, the Cero, powerful enough to instantly kill an ordinary Adjuchas, vanished effortlessly.

Seeing this, Szayelaporro paused for a moment, then a matter-of-fact expression appeared on his face:

"So it's His Majesty Naraku."

There aren't many people who can extinguish a Cero with their bare hands, and Naraku Sora is definitely one of the best.

Even now, he still hasn't figured out whether this new generation's King of Hueco Mundo belongs to the Hollows or the Shinigami.

In terms of steel strength alone, it easily surpasses any Vastod.

"What were you studying just now?" Naraku Sora asked curiously.

Szayelaporro grinned and described the concept of "perfect life" in simple terms that someone could understand.

After listening, Naraku Sora stroked his chin:

"Why don't you just copy one?"

"Perfectly matches the so-called 'perfect life'."

Szayelaporro stood there, bewildered, deep in thought, as if deduce the myriad things in the world.

It makes a lot of sense, but something just doesn't feel right.

Just as he was pondering where things had gone wrong, a sharp alarm suddenly blared, interrupting Szayelaporro's train of thought.

He rushed to the screen and quickly pulled up the alarm footage captured by the spirit insects.

Within the territory of the Void Palace, two figures, one tall and one short, walked slowly on the silver sand.

Both men were wearing tattered gray cloaks. One of them had short, slightly curly dark brown hair and a bit of stubble on his chin, giving him the air of a decadent middle-aged man.

Beside him, beneath a worn gray cloak, was a petite figure with short, light green hair and a mask covering half of her face.

The middle-aged man seemed to have noticed something, and he looked up at the location of the recording insect.

Snapped!

An invisible force suddenly struck the ugly insect, as if it were being squeezed by a giant hand. With a slight exertion, it instantly burst into countless fragments and viscous liquid.

The final image on the screen is a pair of languid gray-blue eyes.

After witnessing the entire process, Naraku crossed his arms, turned around, and grinned:

"A pink pineapple, I can interpret that as—"

"Are they provoking my Las Noches Palace?"

Chapter 224 If you can't afford to pay, then pay with your body

"what is that?"

The green-haired girl asked curiously.

"I don't know, but the look in that bug's eyes disgusted me."

The middle-aged man replied lazily, "So I just crushed it with spiritual pressure. There shouldn't be any problem, right?"

The green-haired girl jumped up and smacked the other person on the head hard, saying with a look of disgust:

"Fool, what if it's an enemy trap?"

"Fine, whatever, friend or foe, let's have something new. I'm so bored, you're the only one I talk to every day."

The middle-aged man scratched his head, looking lazy and relaxed.

"We clearly sensed a strong spiritual pressure fluctuation, but it disappeared as soon as we got close. Were we tricked?"

Upon hearing this, the green-haired girl kicked the other person hard in the shin, then clutched her foot and cried out in pain, her delicate features scrunched up in pain.

"Idiot, it's all your fault for being too slow."

"Alright, let's go check out the place where the spiritual pressure erupted earlier. We might find something."

However, just as the two were about to leave, a cheerful voice suddenly rang out:

"Hey, are they planning to run away?"

"Shouldn't you explain your previous offensive behavior before leaving?"

On the silvery sea of ​​sand, a figure completely different from the style of Hueco Mundo appeared out of nowhere.

Wearing a white haori over a black shihaka outfit, with a harmless smile on his handsome face, he looked like a naive, introverted boy next door.

But the moment he sensed the other person's presence, the middle-aged man's languid expression vanished, replaced by an extremely solemn one.

For the first time ever, he felt pressure coming from a complete stranger.

This feeling is the first time I've experienced it since the moment my consciousness was born. I don't know how many years I've wandered in Hueco Mundo, but I've never felt even a hint of danger.

Conversely, whether it's a Great Hollow or an ordinary Hollow, they will instinctively choose to run away the moment they sense his spiritual pressure or aura.

Because those who had sensed death had caught a whiff of it.

At this moment, just as at that moment.

"grim Reaper?"

As the figure slowly approached, a barely perceptible hint of wariness flashed in the middle-aged man's gray-blue eyes, and his right hand silently rested on the top of the green-haired girl's head.

Seeing this action, Naraku grinned, confirming that he hadn't picked the wrong person:

"Genuine or genuine."

The green-haired girl tilted her head curiously. Although she had seen the Grim Reaper more than once, she had never seen one as unconventional as Naraku Sora.

"A rare existence, actually able to withstand the spiritual pressure released by this guy."

"And he didn't seem to be in any discomfort at all."

"Hey, my name is Lilynette, and this guy is Stark. We sensed the spiritual pressure coming from that direction, so we came all the way here... Ughhhh!"

Before Lilynette could finish speaking, Stark forcibly covered her mouth and stuffed it behind her back.

This idiot, hasn't he realized that the Grim Reaper in front of him is the one who possessed the spiritual pressure just now?

The other party has already used words like "offensive," so it's clear they have ill intentions.

Furthermore, Shinigami and Hollows are natural enemies; any encounter between them is bound to end in a fight to the death.

It would be rather foolish to express goodwill at a time like this.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Death, I don't understand what you mean by 'offense,' but we have no intention of being your enemy, if possible..."

Stark was interrupted by Naraku's smile before he could finish speaking:

"That spirit-recording worm took a lot of effort to create and is worth as much as 100 billion rings."

"If you two can't come up with the corresponding compensation, then repay it with your bodies."

Stark: "?"

Having lived this long, this was the first time he had ever heard anyone lust after his body.

"So that bug was Mr. Death's property. I'm really sorry. Isn't there any room for negotiation, like changing the compensation request?"

Seeing that the other party remained unmoved, Stark sighed helplessly and then placed his right hand on Lilynette's head.

The situation is now quite clear: if he doesn't want to sell his body, he must first eliminate the other party.

It's such a pity that we finally found someone who is completely immune to his spiritual pressure.

Although he is a grim reaper.

"What are you waiting for, Stark? Kill this guy!"

Lilynette was visibly excited when she realized what was about to happen.

Having traveled for countless years, this was the first time she had encountered an enemy that Stark took so seriously.

This is even more exciting than finding a new companion.

It's rare for me to unleash my full power without holding back, so this time I'm determined to beat my opponent to their knees!

With that thought, Lilynet spread her slender fingers, and light condensed, instantly transforming into a crescent-shaped longsword. She assumed a fighting stance, clearly ready for battle.

However, the next second, the large hand pressing down on his head exerted a slight force.

"Chase him down, you pack of wolves."

The moment the words fell, a pillar of azure spiritual pressure ignited from the two of them, shooting straight into the sky and dispelling the gloom of the night, just like a rising sun, even the moonlight yielded to it.

Lilynette transformed into a streak of light and vanished into Stark's palm.

The violent airflow, centered on the pillar of spiritual pressure, suddenly whipped up a cloud of silver sand that blotted out the sky.

Looking at the storm before him, Naraku's eyes brightened slightly.