Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

By the time he realized what was happening and tried to cause trouble again, Naraku had already left the battlefield of the Second District.

Although the threat from several of the original captains has been eliminated, the overall situation remains far from optimistic.

Apart from Retsu Unohana, Shunsui Kyoraku, and others, the other captains were at a disadvantage when facing the first generation.

More importantly, there are other captain-level culprits.

For example, there was the ninth generation swordsman, Hachigosuke; the ronin of Rukongai, Oni Ichijo; as well as Tsuna, Yashiro Taketori, and Tsuna, Yashiro Tokinada, etc.

Naraku Sora charged all the way to the First Division barracks.

But they found that unlike other places, those wicked people seemed to know that the old guy here was not to be trifled with, and they did not break into this place at all.

The world here remains peaceful and serene.

"Teacher, if you have nothing better to do, you can go and provide support on other battlefields."

Naraku suddenly appeared in the courtyard and spoke to Yamamoto under the eaves.

"If all else fails, shouting a few words of encouragement to boost morale will do."

Yamamoto: "?"

"You bastard! I am stationed in the center to guard against a more powerful enemy. How can I easily switch to other battlefields?"

If he hadn't seen the traitor's haori disappear and his shihaka robe become tattered, he would have slashed him the moment that person uttered those treasonous words.

Upon hearing this, Naraku looked up at the Gates of Hell hanging above the sky.

"They've been quiet for so long, they must have mobilized all their forces by now, right?"

"Is there a Shinigami stronger than the original ones?"

Just as Yamamoto was about to explain, the gates of hell roared once more, and the skeleton writhed, pulling the doors open.

A massive, iron-blue hand suddenly emerged from the deep, dark red, followed by a gigantic monster tens of meters tall stepping out from it.

A terrifying spiritual pressure permeated the air, making it feel increasingly heavy.

Just as Naraku Sora was not taking it seriously, one monster after another crawled out of hell, their shadows covering the sky of Seireitei!

Chapter 275 Isn't it common sense to ban Yamamoto first in team battles?

The sky over Seireitei turned completely dark, and monsters as large as small mountains burst forth from the gates of hell.

The chaotic and heavy spiritual pressure made the air incredibly viscous, as if one were immersed in mercury, and even breathing became difficult.

Inside the courtyard, Saito Immortal stared wide-eyed at the sky in disbelief.

"The will of hell!?"

"They actually sent out so many? Has Hell gone mad?"

As a Hellish being, she was well aware of the power of these monsters.

According to some of the vengeful spirits who lived even longer than her, the meaning of Hell is actually the transformation of the vengeful spirits after they completely lost their self-awareness, and each of them possesses considerable fighting power.

In addition to their immortality, even captain-level Grim Reapers might not be their match.

Boom, boom, boom!

The heavy thud, like a cannonball falling, smashed into the ground, creating deep craters and instantly triggering the demonic incantation left on the building.

Blazing fireballs and dazzling lightning erupted one after another, unleashing a carnival of the Kido (demonic arts) within the Seireitei.

The Grim Reapers watched the exploding dust with solemn expressions, hoping that these ghostly paths would deliver a crushing blow to the invaders from Hell.

But soon, when the thick, bluish-gray skin emerged from the smoke and dust, the Grim Reapers wore expressions of despair.

The carefully constructed ghost path had no effect whatsoever.

The monsters' bodies didn't even show any obvious wounds, only a little dust, which was quickly wiped away by the surge of powerful spiritual pressure.

For a moment, the team members couldn't help but waver, and their previous high morale was gone.

"That's an exaggeration."

Zenjoji Yubin rubbed his chubby face. He had recovered from the serious injury he had just suffered, but he was clearly not very strong in combat.

"We thought we were the main force in this attack on Soul Society, but it turns out we're just the vanguard."

"Hell never placed any hope in us."

Wang Tuchuan Yuxuji gripped his Zanpakuto tightly, a look of horror flashing in his eyes, his expression extremely solemn.

"This is really troublesome."

"But it's all good. Being able to fight alongside the Grim Reapers again makes this trip worthwhile."

"Let's stabilize morale first; these little guys don't seem to be able to handle such a big situation."

Just as he was about to unleash his spiritual pressure to attract the nearby soldiers, an extremely intense aura suddenly ignited at the edge of his senses.

The next second, a burst of flames vanished in a flash.

With a burst of brightness, the temperature in the air suddenly rose.

The darkness that had enveloped the entire Seireitei was instantly dispelled, as if the afterglow of the setting sun had returned to the world.

Yamamoto, leaning on his cane, slowly opened his eyes, a wisp of golden-red fire flashing and disappearing in his pupils.

"Young man, this is the formidable enemy I have been talking about."

"As the commander-in-chief, you must always remain calm and composed, and maintain your ability to think critically in times of crisis. Remember this well; it is also a lesson I am teaching you."

Naraku blinked and found that there was suddenly a figure in front of him who was not tall, but gave people a great sense of security.

The white captain's haori fluttered in the wind, and the heavy "I" character was particularly eye-catching.

A burst of golden-red light erupted from the cane in Yamamoto's hand, instantly burning the outer layer of wood fibers to ashes, revealing the Zanpakuto hidden within.

The brown scabbard has an oval-shaped guard, and the deep purple hilt is gripped tightly by an old, large hand.

next moment.

An intensely hot aura erupted, and the blazing sun rose into the sky.

Amidst the blazing firelight, Yamamoto stood rooted to the spot, his gaze intense:

"All things in the universe will turn to ashes!"

The old man gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, drew it from the bottom up, and slashed upwards. A terrifying pillar of spiritual pressure shot straight into the sky, illuminating the entire courtyard, while a bright spark bloomed on it.

"Ryujin Jakka!!"

The moment the words fell, crimson flames surged and erupted from the blade, a terrifying aura sweeping across the entire Seireitei and enveloping everyone's hearts.

A fiery tornado rose from the ground, transforming into a scorching heat wave hundreds of meters high.

Wherever the flowing blades swept past, everything turned to ashes and dust.

Amidst countless low humming sounds like buzzing bees, the fiery tornado roared down, pure destruction surging towards the massive Hellish Intents.

The intense light seemed to illuminate the world.

With a single step, Yamamoto transformed into a blazing sun, instantly sweeping past hundreds of buildings. Exaggerated pillars of fire rose across the Seireitei territory, annihilating the invaders.

Because of the pre-battle mobilization, valuable personnel and resources have been evacuated in advance, so we can fight with full force.

As for the losses suffered by Seireitei...

The traitor said that Ōmaeda Kinoshita of the Second Division would be in charge.

Whether it's true or false, we can't care about that now.

Waiting any longer will only result in unbearable casualties.

Ordinary Shinigami soldiers are no match for these Hellish beings; their sheer numbers are so overwhelming that even the captain has to back down and avoid them.

Right now, only if he, the chief commander, steps forward can the situation be turned around.

And this is precisely what Yamamoto Shigekuni is responsible for.

This is the Gotei 14!

"Scorching Hell!"

A terrifying attack, powerful enough to easily destroy a city, rose from the ruins, surged into the abyss of hellish intent, and transformed into a wave that covered everything, staining the sky and wantonly obliterating everything in sight.

Before the aura of hell had fully dissipated, Yamamoto launched a major attack.

The soldiers watched with excitement as the figure stood tall amidst the endless flames, witnessing for the first time the imposing stature of the Captain-Commander of the 13th Gotei 13.

It is no less impressive than the heroic figure of that great man in the Broken Realm.

With the Captain-Commander personally taking action, this is a sure thing!

Naraku Sora stood atop a platform formed from condensed spiritual particles, looking at Yamamoto engulfed in a fiery tornado, and couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.

You really have to admit it.

While he could accomplish such large-scale destruction, he still has a long way to go in terms of the precision of his control.

Moreover, his spiritual pressure is not as good as Yamamoto's.

It can only be said that there are differences even among first-class spiritual power.

It is not difficult to know from the words of the first captains that Yamamoto had already achieved the first-class spiritual power a thousand years ago.

Although so many years have passed and he is still unable to break through that barrier due to the limitations of the Grim Reaper's soul, he is undoubtedly much stronger than he was a thousand years ago.

The strongest Shinigami in the true sense.

Those stronger than Yamamoto have clearly transcended this category.

"Senior Yuan Liuzhai is truly terrifying."

Shihōin Sennhō clicked his tongue, his face full of reverence.

"The Hellish Will that used to lord it over in Hell is utterly powerless against Senior Yuan Liuzhai."

"He truly deserves to be called the man who led us to victory."

Watching the old man casually wipe away the hellish aura with a wave of his hand, he couldn't help but recall the war a thousand years ago that almost swept across the entire Soul Society.

The other first captains who had broken free from Hell's control gathered together and, upon hearing these words, nodded in deep agreement.