Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Only then did the first Kenpachi reveal her true ferocity.

Countless streams of blood surged and churned, defying gravity, and flew into the sky.

Those mournful streaks of red tore through the night, violently unleashing towering waves, the jagged fissures winding forward, instantly obliterating a sand dune at the edge of sight.

Retsu Unohana, having fully unleashed her power, surpasses most captains in both spiritual pressure and strength.

With this kind of posture, it should be enough to fight against the air force, right?

"That's what Unohana Retsu thought."

A sharp, piercing collision erupted, and sparks flew as they dotted the viscous sea of ​​blood.

suppress!

"Sora, show your true self."

Unohana Retsu's smile revealed extreme joy, and as she murmured softly, the blade, as red as blood, mercilessly slashed down.

“I need more…”

Upon hearing this, Naraku took a deep breath, letting the stench of blood fill his lungs. His eyes grew brighter, and a blazing light emanated from the blade, with a flash of brilliant electricity.

"Since this is your request, I will reluctantly do my best."

The moment the words fell, a flicker of disbelief crossed Unohana Retsu's eyes, and her figure vanished into thin air from the sea of ​​blood.

Simultaneously.

A familiar, excruciating pain shot through my abdomen, as a burning, black blade sliced ​​through my skin, stripped away flesh and blood, tore at my internal organs, and churned my insides into a complete mess.

Naraku Sora withdrew his Zanpakuto from his slender body, staring at the face so close to his, a similar smile playing on his lips:

Are you satisfied?

Chapter 254 Boundless Love

Unohana Retsu staggered backward, her pale hand resting on her abdomen as she felt the intense pain emanating from her internal organs. A sickly flush appeared on her beautiful face.

She could clearly sense the merciless killing intent.

Tyrannical and pure.

What she was really looking forward to was not the contest of swordsmanship, but the exhilarating, bone-deep battle she was experiencing right now.

It has nothing to do with skill or personal preference.

All you have to do is indulge in this extreme pleasure.

"Kong, I'm so happy..."

A soft murmur, like a sob, rose from the sea of ​​blood, tearing open the laceration on Unohana Retsu's abdomen and violently sewing the shattered organs back together.

Compared to the previous clean and decisive strikes, there was now an added layer of undisguised pain and torment.

But for Retsu Unohana, who had been silent for hundreds of years, this was merely the prelude to the final chapter.

We have a long time ahead of us.

Enjoy this wonderful moment and immerse yourself in boundless joy.

Eyelids droop, spiritual pressure settles.

It was as if something terrible was brewing within it.

Her braids fell silently, her long black hair dancing wildly amidst the swirling blood mist. The sea of ​​blood surged, and Unohana Retsu transformed into a merciless god.

Naraku Sora watched the scene unfold with great interest.

It deviates slightly from what I remembered of Retsu Unohana's Bankai, perhaps because the target of her attack has changed.

In the original timeline, she first unleashed her Bankai during her battle with Kenpachi Zaraki.

At that time, Zaraki was still very weak, and in their first encounter, he was pierced through the neck.

If it weren't for Retsu Unohana's Bankai ability, she would have been killed long ago.

In contrast, Naraku Sora is now far stronger than Unohana Retsu, causing the effect of All Extinction to only be used on herself.

So, is it just a simple treatment?

Naraku Sora believes it's not that simple.

But he no longer had much time to think; the real killing move was quietly approaching.

Tap, tap, tap!

As the footsteps drew nearer, viscous blood dripped from the winding blade, merging into the sea of ​​blood, and one after another, columns of blood rose from beneath their feet.

Unohana Retsu's face was flushed an unnatural red, and a sickly smile curled at the corners of her mouth. Sticky blood slid down her collar and fell into the endless abyss.

The next second, this scene, which resembled hellish art, appeared abruptly before my eyes.

The long, winding blade of blood stabbed mercilessly into his abdomen, as if to dissect him and shred his internal organs.

Naraku Sora drew his sword to meet him head-on, without veering off course.

However, at the very moment the crimson and the pitch black collided, something bizarre happened.

His vision momentarily shifted, and in a daze, he seemed to see flesh peeling away from his arm.

The sea of ​​blood below transformed into countless sharp blades, piercing into vital points of the body at extremely sharp and tricky angles.

As if seeking revenge for the earlier stab wound, the abdomen was stabbed particularly frequently.

The blade scrapes and rips away the skin, flesh, organs, bones, nerves, and even the soul, completely peeling them off.

Naraku raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

How could you break through my hard-earned steel-like defense so easily?

That doesn't make sense.

Normally, even if the old man from the mountain came, he would have to chop him several times.

What makes the first Kenpachi so special?

The moment he had this thought, his vision blurred again, and an intense pleasure surged through his soul, causing the scene to change.

The arm, which had turned into bones, remained unharmed.

But an unbearable pain was emanating from his internal organs.

Looking down, he saw a blade forged from blood piercing through his chest.

Then, with a slender wrist twisting and turning, the relatively fragile organs were instantly churned into a mess, along with the fragments.

A response several times harsher than before was delivered to Naraku Sora.

However, he did not feel too much pain. Despite the shattering of his internal organs, he seemed to experience an extreme pleasure that stirred his nerves.

It's so captivating.

Naraku Sora's expression was somewhat strange, and he even suspected that under such terrible injuries, he had awakened some kind of special fetish that he could not tell outsiders.

But he quickly realized what was happening.

This may also be one of the abilities of "all-encompassing".

The sensory influence from before, and the current cognitive bias.

The pain of battle is transformed into endless pleasure, causing people to spontaneously immerse themselves in it until they face true death.

In addition, it should also be able to treat people who are in a sea of ​​blood.

For example, Retsu Unohana just now repaired her damaged body in the blink of an eye.

Although the process was somewhat violent, the effect was impeccable.

Naraku Sora couldn't help but feel a little emotional; some Zanpakuto's abilities were truly unfair.

Especially when it falls into the hands of a specific person.

However, considering that the Zanpakuto's power originates from the Shinigami's own soul, it's not that the sword chose the Shinigami, but rather that the Shinigami chose the sword.

A sense of understanding arose in Naraku's heart.

So Sousuke wasn't a positive character at all.

In the Fifth Division barracks, Aizen frowned, a puzzled look on his face, and casually tightened his clothes.

Has the weather turned cold? Why do I suddenly feel a chill inexplicably?

He put down his work, looked out the window, and saw clusters of snowflakes, as soft as goose down, falling and quickly covering the earth in silver.

Normally, this level of weather change shouldn't affect you.

There must be someone cursing behind my back.

Aizen thought for a moment, then took out a notebook from the drawer and casually made a note for someone.

boom!!!

The sea of ​​blood burst forth with endless, surging waves, and a massive pillar of blood shot straight into the sky, enveloped in a crimson mist that covered the two intertwined figures.

There was no pity, no hatred.

Only an insatiable thirst for battle.

The materialized spiritual pressure formed visible ripples that scattered among the pillars of blood, causing the air to tremble and blood to splatter.

The shockwave from the collision alone was enough to instantly kill a vice-captain level Grim Reaper, and even a captain level Grim Reaper with slightly weaker strength would find it difficult to withstand.

scoff!

The sound of flesh tearing apart, like the most moving musical notes, offered a beautiful chapter to the entanglement between the two.

Unohana Retsu parted her lips slightly, breathing heavily, and the shape of her eyes seemed to change, her gaze filled with infatuation as she looked at the figure in the sea of ​​blood.

Never before.

No one could ever give her such exhilarating pleasure, free from all worries, simply by opening her heart and immersing herself in this endless joy.

Ultra-fast regeneration.

Flesh and blood writhed, and the gruesome wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.