Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Naraku Sora's expression was sincere and earnest.

Komamura Sajin sniffed and said in a deep voice:

"If it weren't for Lord Naraku, I might have already died at my grandfather's hands, so this life originally belonged to Lord Naraku."

Rangiku blinked: "What nonsense are you talking about? How could anyone quit? I haven't even defeated that vile woman yet!"

Tosen said nothing, he just quietly looked at Naraku Sora.

He joined the Shin-O Prison initially for the sake of justice.

However, as they gradually became familiar with each other, and with Naraku Sora healing his eyes, the so-called justice was no longer pure.

Gin Ichimaru smiled, his expression exceptionally firm.

Naraku Sora looked at everyone's expressions, sighed softly, and a slight smile appeared on his lips:

"Once a decision is made, there is no going back."

"Since this is your choice, let's set off."

He stretched out his right hand, his five fingers pressing down, and with that spiritual pressure, the space around him was torn open like a piece of cloth, revealing a deep darkness.

Mayuri Kurotsuchi raised his eyebrows.

Black cavity.

Isn't this Void's exclusive ability? Although he can also open it, he needs to use some equipment and instruments.

But judging from Naraku Sora's appearance, he did it entirely on instinct.

This guy...

The face beneath the white greasepaint suddenly became excited.

He has never been one to settle for the status quo.

"set off!"

Narakuku swung his arm and entered the black cavity first, constructing a spiritual path beneath his feet.

Without hesitation, everyone followed.

Komamura Sajin and the others had absolute trust in Naraku Sora, who had changed their fate.

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Under the cover of night, the sand dunes stretch out like silver.

Considering that Shinigami in their Hollowfied state are left with only instincts and would destroy everything in sight without restraint, the experiment was specifically chosen to be conducted at a location far from Las Noches.

As soon as he stepped out of the dark cave, Tosen was captivated by the scenery before him.

This was the first time in his life he had seen what a desert looked like; the endless desolation had a unique charm.

It was the scent in the air that made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Kong, what exactly do you want us to do?"

Rangiku urged impatiently.

Naraku grinned: "No rush, let me introduce you to some new friends first."

As soon as the words fell, a muffled sound rang out from afar, the air instantly became thick and chaotic, and a heavy spiritual pressure pressed down, like a surging tide.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, a series of white figures flashed into view.

In the blink of an eye, several figures occupied the nearby sky.

Sensing the violent aura of the Hollow, everyone's expressions instantly tensed up, and Komamura Sajin had already placed his large, hairy hand on his Zanpakuto.

Be ready for battle at any time.

Despite the terrifying spiritual pressure from his opponent, he felt no fear whatsoever.

My sole duty in this life is to protect Lord Naraku.

Naraku Sora, with his back to the Espada, spread his arms wide, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"Everyone, welcome to..."

"My Hueco Mundo".

…………

Naraku Sora, having pulled off a major stunt, turned around and handed the task of explaining to Urahara Kisuke.

Seeing the unfriendly looks from his colleagues, he forced a smile.

"Actually, I just found out myself..."

Naraku Sora then approached Aizen, a serious expression on his face:

"Sousuke, how are the preparations going?"

"Everything is ready."

Aizen remained calm, showing little emotional fluctuation.

It was as if it wasn't him who was about to be etherealized, but someone else.

"Let the Espada and the new captains fight first. I will deal with the Hollows that have been injected into my soul as soon as possible."

"If it really becomes uncontrollable, then you will have to take action yourself."

Naraku Sora nodded, then reached out and took the gem out of the container.

After watching it a few times, I gained experience. If I was just leading the virtualization experiment, I didn't need to do anything.

Seeing that the person was ready, he pressed the Hōgyoku directly onto their forehead.

As the light burst forth, Aizen's body suddenly stiffened, as if he had been petrified.

Under the watchful eyes of several people, spiritual pressure surged wildly, gathering on his face, intertwining and forming a pale mask in an instant.

Chapter 298 The Invincible Aizen

Aizen's Hollowfication mask did bear some resemblance to the image he remembered.

The pure white mask had no extra decorations, only a crack running from the forehead to the chin, like a pupa about to emerge from its cocoon.

Most importantly, the former calm demeanor has vanished, replaced by a hollow, negative emotion.

Naraku stepped back, clearing a large open space.

Kisuke Urahara, as the person in charge of this experiment, immediately stepped in:

"Everyone, prepare for battle."

"During the Hollowfication process, Lord Aizen's mind is completely immersed in his inner world, defeating the Hollows within it."

"The body left outside will be controlled by instinct, launching indiscriminate attacks on everything within its sight."

"Before Lord Aizen successfully masters Hollowfication, we must suppress him as much as possible, deplete his power, and prevent him from completely losing his mind."

At this moment, both the Arrancar and the Grim Reaper had solemn expressions and were on high alert.

The Arrancar's gratitude towards Aizen was no less than that towards Naraku.

They were well aware of Aizen's sacrifices for Hueco Mundo, so they would never back down under any circumstances.

As for the Shinigami, they were only familiar with Aizen.

I know he is Lord Naraku's close friend.

Out of trust in Naraku, they will also do their best.

Aizen stood still, seemingly not driven by instinct like other Hollowfied Shinigami.

Kisuke Urahara frowned, feeling that the situation was a little different from what he had expected.

Just as he was about to continue issuing orders, his tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and a hint of extreme tyranny flashed in his golden pupils.

"Hado No. 63: Thunder Roar Cannon".

Mayuri Kurotsuchi, who had been observing Aizen, took the initiative to test the waters.

A dazzling golden bolt of lightning swept across the night sky and crashed down on Aizen's location. In an instant, a surge of electric arcs engulfed him.

Kisuke Urahara glanced at Mayuri Kurotsuchi beside him, a hint of surprise on his face.

As a fellow genius in the art of Kido, judging a Shinigami's proficiency in Kido is a piece of cake.

He only glanced at it before judging that Mayuri Kurotsuchi's mastery of the Thunder Roar Cannon had reached a perfect level.

Surprisingly, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, who has been immersed in scientific research for many years, has not fallen behind in the slightest in terms of Kido strength.

Even so, they still failed to inflict any effective damage on Aizen.

The leaping golden lightning was easily blocked by a palm, and the scattered arcs of electricity blasted out deep craters. Occasionally, some of the lightning struck the body, but it didn't leave a single mark.

Seemingly puzzled by the current situation, Naraku Sora actually saw a hint of doubt in those golden pupils.

What do you mean?

This guy can still think while in a holographic state?!

He suddenly felt a pang of pity for the people who were about to face Aizen.

Aizen's instincts may be different from what they perceive them to be.

With a snap of his fingers, he extinguished the Thunder Roar Cannon, sending plasma splattering wildly.

Aizen tilted his head and quickly focused his attention on Grimmjow, who was standing at the front.

The rampant spiritual pressure was like a lighthouse in the ocean, attracting everyone's attention.

He took a step forward, and a dull sound rang out.

Aizen vanished from his spot as if he had traversed space, instantly appearing in front of Grimmjow.

An arm covered in white chitin extended, its five fingers spread, spiritual pressure gathering and instantly forming a blade.

Grimmjow's eyes widened, and he drew his sword with lightning speed:

"Squeak, leopard..."