Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

No sooner had the words left his mouth than that calm face appeared before Naraku Sora, the heavy naginata cleaving through space and slashing forward with tremendous force.

when!!

In the instant the blades clashed, a power several times more terrifying than that of the previous two first-generation fighters surged forth.

However, judging from his performance, this first captain of the 8th Division seems to be the strongest one.

Moreover, this uniquely shaped Zanpakuto is also quite strange.

Each time a collision occurs, Naraku Sora can clearly sense that his spiritual pressure will decrease by a little.

It was as if it had been forcibly absorbed.

"Lord Naraku, my Zanpakuto can forcibly steal the enemy's spiritual pressure."

With a powerful, unstoppable strike, Shikaku Hakunsai cleaved Mount Hua, sending Naraku flying, and simultaneously warned him:

"The longer the war drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for you."

"If you have any trump cards up your sleeve, you should use them as soon as possible."

"Those two guys, Shanding Temple and Wang Tuchuan, are about to be resurrected. In a few minutes, the three of us will be ganging up on you."

Despite enjoying fighting and the thrill of battle.

In terms of personality, he is somewhat similar to Retsu Unohana, but Hakunsai Shikatori still misses his former teammates and the Soul Society they worked so hard to protect.

Therefore, he forcibly suppressed his own preferences, trying to tilt the scales of victory as much as possible.

Naraku Sora glanced at the ruins beside him and saw countless dark pyrotechnics gathering and transforming back into human form, exuding a powerful spiritual pressure.

"Although the battle is really exciting, if it drags on for too long, the old man will lose his temper."

"Shikatori, it might hurt a little bit right now, just bear with it."

Lu Qubaiyunzhai tilted his head: "?"

That sounds a bit odd.

A piercing shriek came from the clashing blades, with black and red arcs of electricity crackling within, radiating a chilling power.

Space was distorted by it.

Lu Qubaiyunzhai looked down, his pupils suddenly contracted, and an unconcealable fear rose from the bottom of his heart.

What kind of move is this?!

Why do I have an instinctive fear of facing Yachiru-senpai?

Could it be that……

A strong sense of palpitation spread from the bottom of his heart. Shikato Hakunsai instinctively sheathed his sword and retreated, attempting to block the attack by combining his Binding Spell with his spiritual pressure.

But the invisible barrier has just been formed.

The twisted and blurred blade was already close at hand.

Black Flash!

In that instant, the void shattered, turning into countless fragments of spiritual particles that scattered in all directions.

The number eighty-one binding spell couldn't even cause the slightest bit of hesitation in that slash.

Like hot butter, it melts in an instant.

Instantly, pure destruction transformed into a raging torrent. The black and red sword pressed down on the naginata, and the shattering continued to spread until it crushed Shikatori Hakunsai as well.

The figure of the slender branches and large fruits vanished instantly, retreating towards the buildings behind, leaving a long trail of waves that crashed into dozens of buildings in succession, carving out huge ravines in the ground that resembled abysses.

Finally, it was completely buried in the collapsed ruins.

Looking at the massive dust wave rising at the end of his line of sight, a hint of surprise flashed in Naraku's eyes.

There were still strong spiritual pressure fluctuations within the ruins.

I thought Retsu Unohana was already one of the best among the first captains, but I didn't expect there to be other experts.

He took a direct hit from his black lightning bolt, yet he didn't completely collapse; in fact, he was still able to continue fighting.

Compared to the other two weaklings, it's much stronger.

Although they couldn't completely defeat him, they did give him a few seconds of free time.

That's enough.

Naraku Sora shook his head and instantly vanished from his spot with a flash step. When he reappeared, he was already beside Zenjoji Yubin and King Togawa Ameoki.

At this point, the two had begun to take on human form thanks to the phosphorescence.

Without any hesitation, he immediately took out the portable artificial body capsule provided by Kiryuki, and with a bang, enlarged it at his feet.

Naraku gathered his spiritual pressure, clasped his hands together, and with a solemn expression, said in a deep voice, as if he were some kind of charlatan:

"The Impure World Reincarnation Technique!"

The next second, a burst of intense white light erupted, and the phosphorus belonging to the will of hell suddenly missed its target, losing its main body of condensation.

Two souls composed of spirit particles plunged directly into the artificial body.

Dust and debris emerged, and the two original heroes were resurrected.

Zenjoji Yubin stared in disbelief at the hands that were like palm-leaf fans, opening and closing.

Although the power has diminished, the forced manipulation of the soul has been completely lifted.

"How is this possible..."

Wang Tuchuan and Yu Xuji also abandoned their usual lazy demeanor, excitedly moving their bodies and breathing in the long-missed air.

At this moment, he finally understood what Naraku Sora meant by "freedom".

No wonder Hell was in such a hurry to eliminate this guy.

As long as Narakuku exists, he will pose an unimaginable threat to the order of Hell.

But what happens in hell is none of his business.

All he knew was that it was Lord Naraku before him who had given him the freedom he had longed for, freeing him from the cruel memories of the past.

This favor is even greater than that old man Yamamoto's.

It's no exaggeration to say that it was a life-saving grace.

and so……

Wang Tuchuan and Yu Xuji took a deep breath, looked at the smug young man beside them with a grateful expression, and said with utmost seriousness:

"Who does Lord Naraku want to kill?"

Nai Luo Kong: "?"

Chapter 273 Openly and honestly using cheat codes

Shikato Hakunsai struggled to his feet from the ruins, staring blankly at the two who had escaped the control of hell. He tilted his head, his delicate face full of confusion.

What happened?

How did my teammate suddenly slip and fall to his knees?

Before they came, Hell didn't say that Soul Society could help them break free from control.

What should I do next?

Is it too late to surrender now?

While she was still in a daze, Zenjoji Yubin finally understood what had happened, and a look of excitement flashed in her eyes.

Although his expression lacked Wang Tuchuan Yuxuji's loyalty, it was still exceptionally resolute.

It might be a bit difficult to send him directly to kill Hyobu Ichibei, but he would definitely not hesitate to kill Yamamoto.

"How are you two feeling?"

Naraku Sora asked casually.

"He is much weaker than when he was the one who caused the trouble, but he is still about 70 or 80% of his former level."

After carefully sensing it, Wang Tuchuan and Yu Xuji solemnly said.

"Zanpakuto are bound to our souls, so there's no change in that respect."

Zenjōji Yubin nodded, almost as if she was about to say, "Me too."

Naraku Sora understood.

Similar to the information provided by Saito, after becoming a scapegoat, the will of hell will inject power into them in order to control their consciousness.

Therefore, there will be varying degrees of improvement.

The specific extent depends on the upper limit of the sinner's soul's capacity to bear it.

It really is a road to heaven.

If it weren't for the thought of losing his freedom if he fell into hell, he would have even considered switching sides.

Just as he was thinking this, Takeda Satoru, who had just been destroyed, had already reassembled. Phosphorus, like raindrops, clung to his skin, adding a touch of eeriness.

The change in posture caused his original spiritual pressure to increase exponentially, seemingly without any upper limit.

The absurd change immediately caught Naraku Sora's attention.

"Elite monsters also have a second phase?"

Takeda Satoru's eyes widened as he felt the power expanding within his body. He took a deep breath and suddenly realized that Naraku Sora was nothing special.

Thanks to the generous gifts of hell, he was given another chance for revenge.

As someone who has already died, he has returned from hell this time with only one purpose: to avenge his past humiliations.

He has fallen to such a state entirely because of someone.

Today, they will surely pay for their blood debt!

boom!

In that instantaneous change, without any warning, Takeda Satoru's figure was already within arm's reach!