Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

An intense sense of crisis erupted within him at that moment; he felt as if death was beckoning him.

It was even more bizarre and terrifying than what had happened in the manor before.

Takeda Satoki dared not be negligent in the slightest, and even disregarding the impact of his injuries, he had to unleash all his power.

"Swastika!"

"Sagayusai!"

The crackling crystals rose from the ground, covering Takeda Satoru's body like armor, and the reopened wounds spurted out a lethal amount of blood.

The crimson hue, reflected in the crystal, blended with the golden sunlight, scattering countless dazzling rays of light.

Even more crystals burst forth from between the ruins and rubble, crushing the buildings while simultaneously constructing an impregnable and formidable defense.

Saga Mikoto is a powerful Bankai that combines offense and defense.

Once the crystal defense is completed, even other Death Captains will find it difficult to break through it in a short time.

The pitch-black sword swept past silently.

The solid crystal shattered into countless cracks, and Takeda Satoru seemed to hear the sound of his own heart breaking, but his survival instinct made him react faster than he had ever done in his life.

The dodge to the left and rear caused the dark sword pressure to brush past him.

Then, the entire arm was neatly cut off.

A hint of surprise flashed in Aizen's eyes. He had not expected that Takeda Satoki would be so decisive in the face of death, sacrificing his arm to avoid a fatal blow.

However, this result doesn't seem unacceptable.

He moved closer again, immediately causing Takeda Satoru to panic. In an instant, he summoned his Bankai domain, and countless crystal spikes rose from the ground.

But Aizen's target was clearly not him.

The Kido spiritual pressure surged out, transforming into a rope-like light cord that wrapped around the arm on the ground. With a gentle pull, the spoils fell into Aizen's hands.

The next moment, several powerful spiritual pressures appeared nearby.

Aizen, through the covering Kido spiritual pressure, gave Takeda Satoki a deep look, then turned and disappeared into the shadows, never to be seen again.

"Oh dear, it seems we're a bit late."

Wooden clogs creaked softly on the broken crystal. A man with a brown ponytail, adorned with two ornate hairpins, and wearing a pink haori spoke softly.

Captain of the 8th Division, Kyoraku Shunsui.

The scene before them was somewhat horrific; the ancient and sturdy buildings had been reduced to a wreck under the unrestrained spiritual pressure of the two sides in the battle.

The broken crystals and soil are mixed together, gradually dissolving and dissipating, returning to their original state as spiritual particles.

It was comparable to a natural disaster.

The destructive power of a captain-level Grim Reaper is still a bit too outrageous.

"Captain Takeda, did you get a clear look at the attacker's face?"

The man with a round, afro-like hairstyle, wearing a white captain's haori, and a resolute face asked seriously.

"Ahem, sorry, Captain Aikawa, the other party used some kind of Kido to conceal their identity, so we cannot determine their identity by either their spiritual pressure or their appearance."

Takeda Satoru coughed up a mouthful of blood and forcibly used the Return Path to heal himself.

Seeing this, Captain Aikawa Raobu of the Seventh Division quickly stepped forward and used the Return Path to assist.

Although they couldn't match the professional medical staff on the return route, they, as team captains, were still able to stabilize the injuries.

But the more treatment he received, the more horrified Aikawa Rao felt.

As a newly promoted captain, he still has a long way to go compared to his senior, Takeda Satoshi, in terms of both experience and strength.

But even such a powerful captain was almost killed on the spot outside Seireitei.

Who exactly is this person?!

In the ruins, an old man with a weathered and dignified face tried to capture the remaining spiritual pressure, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not obtain any useful information.

"The attackers were very careful; they didn't even leave a trace of spiritual energy."

Kuchiki Ginrei shook his head helplessly, then looked at Takeda Satoru, who was looking completely disheveled, with a hint of pity in his eyes.

They arrived quickly enough, instantly using Shunpo to reach the scene the moment they sensed the burst of spiritual pressure from both sides.

But in that very short time, Takeda Satoru, the captain of the Ninth Division, not only nearly had his stomach ripped open, but also lost an arm.

The former is manageable, as Captain Retsu Unohana is there to help him recover, but the missing limbs are very difficult to replace.

"Lord Yinling, the situation here is temporarily under your responsibility."

After recording everything, Kyoraku Shunsui suddenly looked up and said, "I need to go and report what happened here to Old Man Yama."

Watching his departing figure, a hint of worry flashed in Kuchiki Ginryo's eyes.

The Araki Catastrophe, the Shihōin Intrigue, the Hollow Invasion of Soul Society, the Captain's Attack...

It's another turbulent time.

Can the Kuchiki family really reach the other side?

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First Division, Executive Office.

Yamamoto listened to Kyoraku Shunsui's report with a blank expression, his eyes slightly closed, a thoughtful look flashing across his face.

Silence fell over the room.

Kyoraku Shunsui waited nonchalantly for Yamamoto's instructions, showing no sympathy whatsoever for Takeda Satoru's plight.

Despite being the same captain, Captain Takeda's style of doing things and his political stance were more aristocratic, which caused quite a bit of resentment within the team.

In addition, he attacked Yuanliu's junior brother, whom he had never met, without distinguishing right from wrong before.

He had long disapproved of that guy's behavior.

This attack on Takeda Satoki actually cheered him up quite a bit.

Just as he was wondering who was being so kind, Yamamoto's voice suddenly rang out:

"Kyoraku, go and bring Naraku here. I have something to ask him."

Kyoraku Shunsui raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise on his face.

Chapter 63 What a despicable Grim Reaper!

Unlike the fervent atmosphere outside where people were excitedly discussing the nobles being imprisoned in the Shin-O Prison, the Shin-O Prison itself was peaceful and harmonious under the rule of a certain person.

The prison guards were diligent and conscientious, and the prisoners were law-abiding, creating a thriving and beautiful scene.

In short, things are thriving.

It is worth mentioning that after all the nobles arrested by the Yokota family were imprisoned in the Shinigami Prison, Naraku Sora was promoted to the third seat of the Shinigami Prison by Shutara Senjumaru.

Nominally the third-in-command, but in reality the top leader in terms of power.

Prison Commander Shutara Senjumaru exercises his authority only when handling necessary case files and documents.

The rest of the time, she either stays in the lab like a shut-in or checks whether Nailuokong's development is normal or not.

In addition, they may occasionally travel to Rukongai because they are missing a certain material.

As for Mayuri Kurotsuchi, it's pretty much the same.

However, Naraku noticed that this guy's gaze towards him had become increasingly strange lately, as if he were examining some rare treasure.

It inevitably gives people a chill.

With neither of his superiors taking charge, the task of building the Shinigami Prison naturally fell to Naraku Sora.

Fortunately, he himself enjoyed it.

For example, right now, Naraku is walking in the [Waiting to Live Hell] when countless malicious gazes suddenly come at him. But when they see who it is, they all lower their heads in unison.

We can't afford to mess with them.

The first level, "Waiting for Life," is where the largest number of people are detained.

The vast majority of noble members were imprisoned on the first floor because the Forty-Six Chambers had not yet been sentenced, and the detention center was unable to accommodate so many criminals at the moment.

However, thanks to the Hope Therapy invented by Naraku Sora, the sinners on this level can be said to be quite well-behaved.

Even when faced with newly joined prison guards, he would only cast a malicious glance at them.

He rarely causes trouble.

of course there are exceptions.

For example, right now, two enormous creatures, their bodies bound by black chains, are staring menacingly at the boy standing outside the cage, as if they have some deep-seated grudge against each other.

"I remember you, kid."

"You're the one who locked us up in this godforsaken place where there's no sunlight."

"I'm going to eat you when I get out of here."

"..."

Seeing the two Adjuchas constantly uttering threats, Naraku clenched his fist, slowly raised it, and a hint of anticipation appeared in his eyes:

"It's okay, I'll give you a chance."

"But are you really ready?"

For a moment, the Adjuchas froze, and in their astonishment, they saw the smile on Naraku Sora's lips.

A crimson light, as if blotting out the sky, rose from behind the boy, instantly engulfing everything. A tyranny that transcended the void filled the entire prison.

They were all shrouded in shadow.

An immense pressure, like that of the deep sea, crashed down, carrying an extreme chill that made even the most ethereal tremble.

What on earth happened to Death?!

Or perhaps they've been imprisoned for too long, and the outside world has undergone tremendous changes, with even the little devils who once imprisoned them becoming powerful figures among the dead.