Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Then he saw Naraku Sora grin at him.

Aizen's face immediately darkened, and he guessed the source of his ominous premonition.

"Based on my research on Aikawa Rabu's remains, I discovered that the reason these clones possess strength matching the original is because the modified soul contains the power of a Spirit King."

"If nothing unexpected happens, there is also a fragment of the Soul King in Inaba Kagerousa's soul."

"And it's a rather important part."

Upon hearing this, Naraku Sora wore an expression that seemed perfectly natural.

The Spirit King is too great; not only does he act as a wedge between the three realms, but he also satisfies the ambitions and desires of all kinds of villains.

Tsunayashiroie, Yhwach Bach, Inaba Kagerouzu...

I almost forgot, there's also that hairspray-covered hand trying to stand on top of the world.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Aizen beside him.

Aizen: "?"

What's wrong with this bastard today?

Why are there malices in his eyes that he can't understand?

He took a deep breath and added a few strokes to the mental notebook.

…………

North Rukongai, District 3.

A green-haired girl dressed in a black shihachi (a Japanese martial arts uniform) was running frantically in the sunset.

Behind her stood a group of Shinigami, all dressed in black Shinigami uniforms, but unlike them, their eyes gleamed with an eerie light.

There was even a Grim Reaper wearing a white haori.

The air was filled with chaotic and viscous spiritual pressure, forcing the girl to unleash even greater power each time she activated Shunpo.

Kujo Nozomi bit her lower lip tightly, her face full of resentment.

She barely escaped from Inaba Kagerousa's clutches and was planning to go to the human world to seek help from the Shinigami stationed in the city.

As soon as they arrived in Rukongai, they were discovered by nearby spirit corpses.

Left with no other option, they had to flee.

A single spirit might not be a match for her, but if she gets bogged down, things will get really bad.

Nozomi Kujo could clearly sense the captain-level spiritual pressure coming from behind.

In her current state, she is definitely no match for him.

However, if he is captured by the spirits and taken back, he will inevitably re-merge with Shadow Wolf. Once he obtains all the power, Soul Society will face destruction.

Thinking of this, a resolute glint flashed in the girl's eyes.

If it really comes to the final moment, even if it means sacrificing myself, I must never let Shadow Wolf's ambitions succeed.

The instantaneous movement under his feet became increasingly sluggish, and the pursuers behind him were getting closer and closer.

Seeing that the spirit corpses had already surrounded them, despair appeared on Kujo Nozomi's pale face.

Is this the end?

I'm so unwilling to accept this.

They were so close to escaping to the real world...

"It's over, Nozomi Kujo."

The spirits surrounded them, led by a white-haired man who looked very strong. He was very robust and wore a white feather robe, giving off an extremely oppressive feeling.

It should be a captain-level Grim Reaper.

The other party raised his right hand, preparing to release the binding spell to forcibly capture him.

However, at this critical moment, a muffled roar suddenly rang out from outside the encirclement.

It sounded like the roar of a wild beast.

"Roar, divine retribution!"

A deep red light suddenly erupted, and a giant blade tens of meters long materialized out of thin air, slashing down with overwhelming force.

A powerful gust of wind erupted, its impact sweeping across the area and instantly shattering the encircling formation.

"Damn it, it's you again!"

The white-haired man dodged to the side, a clear look of anger on his face.

"That's what I should be saying to you."

Komamura Sajin spoke in a muffled voice, "I clearly chopped off your head, so why are you reappearing?"

Upon hearing this, a strange light flashed in Kensei Muguruma's eyes, and a hint of mockery appeared in his smile:

"You have no idea how great that man is. For him, death is never the end."

"Komamura Sajin, I may fail countless times, but you only have one life."

Komamura Sajin's expression was solemn, his furry paws gripping his Zanpakuto tightly.

"If I can defeat you once, I can defeat you countless times."

"So-called strength is not built by the number of resurrections..."

puff-

The intense pain in his chest caused Komamura Sajin's expression to change drastically, as a gleaming blade pierced through his chest.

Turning around to look behind me, I saw a familiar figure standing at the end of my line of sight, eyes narrowed, a sinister smile on his face.

"A copy of silver?"

Kujo Nozomi watched as the reinforcements were ambushed, and the hope that had finally arisen in her heart was extinguished once again.

It's really over now.

Seemingly sensing what the girl was thinking, Komamura Sajin grinned, revealing an ugly smile.

"Don't worry, this is far from over."

Kujo Nozomi remained silent, seemingly in despair.

At the right moment, the intense red spiritual pressure transformed into a pillar of light, shooting into the sky, followed by a deafening roar.

"Solution—"

"Black Rope Heavenly Punishment King!"

Looking at the towering black-armored warrior, Kensei Rokusha shook his head.

Can Bankai really turn the tide? They have more than one Captain-level Shinigami on their side.

Just when he thought Komamura Sajin was preparing for a desperate last stand—

An intensely hot aura, like the rising sun, surged forth from the direction of Seireitei. The terrifying spiritual pressure transformed into an unparalleled pillar of light, soaring into the sky!

Kensei Muguruma's expression suddenly stiffened, and his neck creaked and twisted as if it were a rusty gear.

Komamura Sajin grinned and said sarcastically:

"You don't think Bankai can only be used to fight enemies, do you?"

On the other side, Gin Ichimaru's expression was equally grim, because he had already recognized whose spiritual pressure it was...

Chapter 315 Stepping on Ants

"This spiritual pressure..."

Kensei Muguruma's composure vanished, and as he was drenched in sweat, he gained a completely new understanding of the terror of the Shinigami Prison.

He thought Komamura Sajin, who could kill him once, was strong enough, but he didn't expect there to be another expert.

Although I have related memories in my mind, there is a certain bias in my understanding because I have never seen it with my own eyes.

Right now, even without directly facing the owner of the spiritual pressure, and even though they are hundreds of kilometers away, the terrifying killing intent contained within that spiritual pressure is enough to easily crush anyone present.

Including him, the captain of the Death Knight team.

Not daring to be careless in the slightest, Kensei Rokusha immediately gripped the short sword in his hand, releasing his spiritual pressure at will, while a visible blue wind aura swirled around him.

The ground cracked instantly, sending countless fragments of rock flying and creating a truly astonishing spectacle.

"Swastika!"

"Iron Fist Cuts Through the Wind!"

Under the light of spiritual pressure, the dagger in Kensei Muguruma's hand disappeared, replaced by two double-toothed gauntlet blades. His arms were wrapped in iron-colored treads that extended all the way to his shoulders.

A gust of wind, visible to the naked eye, rose up and churned the nearby mountains into chaos.

Kensei Rokusha got into a serious stance, his posture upright and imposing, clearly indicating he wouldn't waste much time.

Just as he was on high alert, a dazzling crimson streak suddenly swept across the horizon.

At the edge of the horizon, a star shone ever brighter.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing sound tore through the air, shattering the silence of the night.

Wait, what's that?!

Kensei Muguruma's expression was blank, and he had a subconscious premonition that something was wrong. His body tensed up, and his eyes widened as he tried to see the strange phenomenon in the sky.

now.

Beneath the protective membrane, a slender object burning with intense heat swept past at high speed under the blazing sun, sparking countless embers as it rubbed against the air.

It whistled past from mid-air.

It hurtled through the air towards the black-armored warrior who stood between heaven and earth, dozens of kilometers away!

The intense spiritual pressure burned the air, growing larger and larger like a shooting star from the sky...

When the terrifying heat enveloped the entire mountain forest, everyone present finally saw the true form of the meteor.