Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

On the crisscrossing streets, the Grim Reapers split into small teams and rushed about, observing anything unusual while setting up traps called Trigger-Type Ghost Paths on the exterior walls of various buildings.

This is a special Kido technique provided by an unknown Shinigami (death god).

It can turn buildings into traps, unleashing astonishing destructive power.

In addition, all the squads stopped their original work and devoted themselves to the task of guarding the Seireitei.

It is worth mentioning that, in addition to the original Gotei 13,

What made the captains a little nervous was that the Shinigami Prison actually pulled out a new Gotei 13.

Shinji Hirako stood on the roof of a house in the fifth ward, his distorted features making him appear somewhat ugly.

Normally, this area should be the responsibility of his Fifth Division.

However, because his Zanpakuto ability was not suitable for being used to its full potential in this situation, he was transferred to another division, along with the Shinigami of the Fifth Division.

The person in charge of this place is a death god named Kuchiki Hibiki.

He might be able to understand if it were someone else.

But what right does Kuchiki Hibiki have to replace him? Won't this guy's Muramasa affect his other colleagues?

Although Hirako Shinji raised objections on the spot, Yamamoto ruthlessly rejected them.

The reason is that Naraku Sora strongly recommended Kuchiki Kyouga, guaranteeing that his performance would be even more outstanding than Hirako Shinji's.

Yamamoto agreed without even thinking.

This also gave Hirako Shinji a strong sense of crisis.

Yamamoto is old and feeble, and incompetent. Given time, he will surely be replaced by that brute Naraku.

He had to do something before that day came.

However, let's get through this hurdle first.

In addition to the Fifth Division, the Third, Fourth, Sixth, Ninth, and Tenth Divisions of the Shingotei 13 of the Shingotei Prison were also taken over.

It can be said that nearly half of the Seireitei was managed by Naraku Sora's subordinates.

As a result, many Grim Reapers had similar thoughts.

Could it be that one day in the future, the new Gotei 13 will replace these old guard members?

Despite their bewilderment, everyone steadfastly carried out their duties in preparation for the impending war.

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Lingbo Observation Research Department.

A grim reaper named Akin stared intently at the screen in front of him.

As a newcomer promoted by Mayuri Kurotsuchi, this was his first time participating in such a significant event.

He was flattered by both Lord Necromancer's trust and Lord Naraku's attention.

Ajin secretly vowed to stay at his post and report any abnormalities to the right Grim Reaper as soon as possible.

Minimize casualties in the upcoming war as much as possible.

Just as he was focused on transmitting the intelligence provided by the various squads, a piercing alarm sounded throughout the observation room, and a bright red light flashed continuously.

Akin looked at the screen, which displayed an aerial view of the entire Seireitei. Above that sky, thick clouds had appeared out of nowhere, creating a heavy and oppressive atmosphere, as if a storm was about to break.

"Enemy attack!"

The message instantly spread throughout the entire Seireitei via the spirit network, reaching the communication devices of each squad leader.

The Grim Reapers on the street looked up in shock at the dark, oppressive sky.

The massive door emerged from the darkness, without any spiritual pressure fluctuations, as if it didn't exist at all.

But the unusual celestial phenomena gave people an indescribable sense of unease.

It felt like my heart was being gripped by a giant hand.

Above the door, two enormous skulls gleamed with red light from their eyes, their hard, boned hands bending as they slowly pulled open the gates of hell.

An immeasurable amount of phosphorus gushed out like rain, filling the air.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, figures exuding heavy pressure emerged from another world.

boom!!

A raging storm of spiritual energy erupted instantly, as if the end of the world had come. An enormous pillar of spiritual pressure descended from above, crashing heavily into Seireitei.

The terrifying pressure made the air thick and sticky, and a hurricane howled and swept through.

Meanwhile, under the eaves.

Naraku looked up at those figures, a pleased smile curving his lips.

The war has begun.

Chapter 269 Welcome to My Soul Society

"After many years, I'm finally back in a familiar place."

Above the sky, several figures descended from the Gates of Hell, causing the surrounding air to thicken and an immense spiritual pressure to crash down as if the heavens were collapsing.

The person speaking at the very front was burly and robust, with a full and rounded figure. His face was painted with U-shaped red markings, and even his hairstyle was a peculiar U-shape, with two long, thin braids hanging down his back.

"It seems like there have been quite a few changes."

“The soldiers are more energetic than we were back then, and they don’t seem to be afraid of us.”

As soon as these words were spoken, someone immediately retorted and explained, their hoarse voice sounding as if it were being rubbed on sandpaper, sending chills down one's spine.

"Idiot, that brainless Saito was forcibly taken from hell, he must have revealed a lot of information about us."

"With the younger generation mentally prepared, they naturally won't be afraid."

An old man with a wrinkled face, bald head, hunchback, stooped posture, and a sinister smile took two steps forward, looked at the soldiers standing guard below, and narrowed his eyes.

He was the oldest-looking one among these figures; in terms of appearance alone, he was hundreds or even thousands of years older than Yamamoto.

"That's good. If we're well-prepared, perhaps fewer people will die."

A man with wheat-colored skin, white hair, and an orange scarf symbolizing his aristocratic status remarked.

"Although everyone I knew has passed away, I, being kind-hearted, still do not want to see younger generations die because of us."

These words immediately drew disdainful sneers from the others.

It might be understandable if someone else said this, but everyone knows you inside and out, and everyone knows your true nature.

As the first captain of the Second Division, in order to better fight against others, he invented a high-level technique that combined Kido and Hakuda, given the limited destructive power of his Zanpakuto.

In the battle against the Quincy, he casually kicked the Quincy's head away.

You, a pure villain, have the nerve to call yourself kind.

That's really ridiculous.

"Not all of them are dead. The old man under the eaves over there, that must be Master Yuan Liuzhai, right?"

"It's really surprising that the Captain-Commander who led us in that desperate battle against the Quincy has become almost like Senior Nikotsu."

Time is truly cruel.

The person speaking had a lazy air about him, and among the scum, he was considered handsome. He wore a straw hat and carried his Zanpakuto.

Just then, a girl holding a naginata and carrying slender branches and large fruits looked curiously at the distant barracks.

"But I don't see any changes in Unohana-senpai."

Following their gaze, everyone saw a gentle and quiet woman wearing a white captain's haori standing there, smiling and looking at them.

He seemed to have recognized these comrades who had once fought alongside him.

"It really is..."

The burly man with red facial markings said thoughtfully:

"If I remember correctly, Unohana-senpai was already quite active long before the Gotei 13 was established, so wouldn't she be quite...?"

The white-haired man next to him gasped and quickly stopped him.

This is a slide you absolutely mustn't touch!

Compared to the fierce and menacing sword demon Yamamoto Shigekuni, they were more afraid of the seemingly gentle woman.

The first Kenpachi, Yachiru Unohana.

"I say to you all, don't forget the mission we're on."

A man with a ferocious and terrifying face, tall but emaciated, gaunt face, and sunken eyes suddenly interrupted impatiently:

"The consequences of failing to complete the mission will be terrifying."

Upon hearing this, a burly man wearing glasses looked around, his spiritual pressure covering the entire Seireitei without restraint. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of large gold teeth that looked particularly ferocious.

"We couldn't detect that kid's spiritual pressure. Could he have run away because he was scared?"

"It doesn't matter if we escape. As long as we kill enough Grim Reapers and strengthen the power of Hell, we can consider it as having completed our mission to some extent."

"Besides, even if we don't do it, the will of hell will forcibly control our bodies..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the girl with the delicate branches and abundant fruit:

"Look over there."

Look in the direction he's pointing.

There, a tall, imposing figure sat confidently on a plastic chair. Although it looked simple, it inexplicably attracted attention.

Seeing that the invaders from hell had finally noticed him, Naraku placed his hands on the armrests, a slight smile playing on his lips. His voice wasn't loud, but under the influence of his spiritual pressure, it resonated throughout the entire Seireitei:

"Welcome to my Soul Society."

Yamamoto's forehead veins bulged: "..."

That scoundrel!