Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

"Surrender sooner rather than later, and I might be able to help you get lenient treatment."

Naraku Soryu burst into the detention room and immediately saw the sleeping Shinigami piled up to the side.

"I didn't expect that some of my colleagues had already fallen victim to this scoundrel. It seems I'm too late."

"Don't worry, I will avenge you."

Intruder: "?"

Is there something wrong with this kid's brain?

Those people just fainted. If your eyesight isn't good, you can donate them.

He wasn't bold enough to kill people indiscriminately in the Riting, especially in an important institution like the Zhenyang Prison.

Silencing a few idiots is already the bottom line. If anyone dares to cross the line again, even if he is a high-ranking noble, the Sage cannot protect him.

"Little one, doing your own job is more important than anything else. Mind your own business and you'll live a better life..."

The intruder tried to persuade him to back down with words, but before he could finish speaking, he saw a cold glint of light slashing towards him.

Clang!

The moment the sound of metal clashing rang out, a violent spiritual pressure surged forth, instantly silencing the intruder.

Naraku Sora grinned maliciously: "I don't care who you are, just take my knife first."

The intruder was shocked; the power emanating from the Zanpakuto was unlike anything an ordinary jailer should possess.

However, the guy in front of him was none of the wardens he knew.

Where did such a strong, hotheaded kid come from in the Zhenyang Prison?

"You dare to lose focus during a life-or-death battle? You're asking for death!"

Naraku's smile grew increasingly ferocious, a slightly reddish aura swirling around him, like a bloodthirsty beast breaking free from its restraints.

Just as the teachers at the Spiritual Arts Academy commented.

He wasn't good at Aizen's style of controlling the situation in battle, so instead of learning from others, he should return to his true self.

Blood-red spiritual pressure, carrying a silver-white blade, crushed the intruder's Zanpakuto head-on, like a speeding dump truck.

With a burst of violent power, the opponent's body was lifted up and sent flying!

There is absolutely no skill involved.

It's all about the beauty of numbers!

An earthquake-like upheaval shook the entire detention room, dust fell in abundance, and the intruder's body was embedded in the wall, crushed by countless stones.

"Cough cough!"

The intruder gagged violently, feeling as if his internal organs were being crushed by something indescribable, and his teeth were filled with blood.

He struggled to get out of the broken wall, but when the dust settled, a crimson light came into view.

Naraku Sora stood holding his sword, raised his hand, and extended his finger:

"Hado #31: Red Fire Cannon!"

Chapter 8: If you have anything to say, go tell my prison warden.

A blinding light burst forth from his fingertips, illuminating the intruder's face in a crimson glow.

His eyes widened, almost unable to believe what was happening before his eyes.

The spiritual pressure of this guy in front of me is clearly only at the level of a high-ranking official.

But that unreasonable aggression was like a wild beast that had broken free of its reins, brutally crushing the defenses he had built.

In the very instant the swords clashed, the outer spiritual pressure was crushed with overwhelming force.

They were completely powerless to fight back.

How come someone of this level isn't even a prison warden? Has the True Central Prison become this extravagant?

Faced with the blazing fireball hurtling towards him, the intruder gritted his teeth, struggled to break free from the rubble, and desperately held his Zanpakuto horizontally in front of him.

They were trying to use this method to withstand this powerful blow.

Soon, a series of chilling sounds rang out, and blades and flames clashed, bursting forth with countless dazzling flashes of light.

The smell of burning filled the detention room. The intruder's hands had been charred by the high temperature, and his flesh was dry and brittle.

But he still dared not relax in the slightest.

Naraku Sora's Crimson Fire Cannon was completely different from what he had previously known.

It unleashed twelve or even more destructive power from ten parts spiritual pressure, which was unlike anything a seated official could release with a Crimson Fire Cannon.

boom--

A deafening explosion resounded, and blood splattered amidst the intense light, along with fragments of bones and internal organs, depicting a tragic scene of hellish devastation.

When Nishikawa arrived, he was met with a shocking scene of devastation.

Everywhere there were ruins, broken cages, and intruders lying charred and cracked on the ground.

His face was contorted in pain, his features distorted, and he had clearly lost consciousness.

On the other side, several Grim Reapers were piled up together, seemingly unconscious.

Naraku Sora's first battle came to an end.

"Senior Nishikawa, you've come at the perfect time."

Someone revealed gleaming white teeth, a chilling smile playing on their lips.

"Don't worry, I've already taken care of this guy."

"Which level of hell should we throw him into?"

To be honest, the sheer satisfaction derived from pure numerical values ​​is definitely more enjoyable than from mechanic-heavy monsters.

The benefits gained from suppressing Adjuchas and the rebels have been fully demonstrated in this battle.

The spiritual pressure of the two was similar, but Naraku was able to suppress the opponent and even leave him with no chance to fight back.

This is the beauty of numbers.

Nishikawa grimaced, feeling an inexplicable soreness in his teeth. He felt that this kid's fighting style was more suited to the Eleventh Division.

"Don't call me senior, you're the senior."

He took two steps forward, came to the intruder's side, squatted down, and carefully examined him.

He was clearly breathing more gasps than he was breathing in. Although he wasn't dead yet, without treatment, he probably wouldn't live much longer.

Not to mention going to hell to be punished.

Nishikawa stood up and shook his head.

"Didn't you even ask this guy's purpose before you made your move?"

It's hopeless, just wait to die.

Unless the captain or vice-captain of the Fourth Division arrives within half an hour, there is no way to save them.

The medical facilities at the Zhenyang Prison are not adequate to treat such severe injuries.

Naraku Sora frowned:

"Why are you asking this? This guy has come to my territory to cause trouble. Are you expecting me to politely send him away?"

Nishikawa was speechless for a moment.

What do you mean by "your territory"? There's something strange about what you're saying.

Aren't you afraid that Lord Shutara will send you to hell to fill the void if you talk like that?

After hesitating for a moment, Xi Chuan sighed and said helplessly:

"Do you remember what I told you about Room 46 before?"

Naraku Sora nodded.

"To put it bluntly, many of the troubles are actually caused by these high-ranking big shots."

Xi Chuan's eyes were filled with complexity, and his voice became a bit deeper.

"The so-called rebels are most likely backed by nobles."

"And their purpose in doing so is often to bring more benefits to their own families."

"But some things can't be put on the surface. If we tear off the mask of civility directly, it won't look good for anyone."

"Therefore, the nobles cultivated batches of Death Rebels independent of the Thirteen Guards of the Imperial Household, in order to secretly seize profits."

"For example, population, minerals, business, and so on."

Naraku Sora seemed to be deep in thought, but then said calmly:

"But what does this have to do with me, a champion of justice?"

“Someone broke into the detention room in an attempt to rescue the criminals, but I appeared just in time and stopped the crime.”

"If you have anything to say, go and say it to my prison warden."

Although Nishikawa didn't say it explicitly, the meaning behind his words was quite clear.

The man lying half-dead on the ground was a member of the nobility, and his arrival at the detention room was most likely to silence the rebels who had previously been imprisoned.

However, he arrived too late.

Before they could be interrogated, Narakuku had them all taken to hell.

It's all about timing and fate.

Nairoku is not yet capable of interfering in the petty squabbles among the nobility.

However, the river surface changes every thirty years, and the riverbed changes every thirty years. In the future, we will definitely grow garlic together!

After all, the benefits of suppression will also take into account the sin value.

The higher the sin value of a sinner, the higher the probability of getting good items from him.