Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

“Zomali Lulu…”

A haughty smile appeared on the man's face, like a king surveying his own land, and his calm voice echoed across the desert:

"Arturo Pratidó".

The moment the words fell, the spiritual particles in the atmosphere gathered frantically, and their density increased rapidly.

The air even becomes viscous, making it difficult to walk.

The density of spiritual particles in Hueco Mundo was already much higher than that in Soul Society and the Human World, but now, due to two incredibly powerful beings, it has become as suffocating as mercury.

Zomali remained motionless, but suddenly a figure exactly like him appeared in front of him.

Only when the overwhelming pressure enveloped Arturo did a sharp sound erupt from behind, and at the same time, the figure that remained in place slowly dissipated.

The sound turned.

The fist, imbued with a thick frame, slammed down on the figure below like a heavy hammer.

Although he had never heard of Arturo, the immense spiritual pressure that even frightened him was enough for Zomari to take it very seriously.

There is no friendship between two falsehoods.

Yes, it is, but it's purely a matter of the survival of the fittest.

Weakness is the original sin.

boom!

The sandstorm surged skyward, causing the earth to tremble, and ripples spread outwards in concentric circles.

The first strike missed.

Zomali vanished from the spot again, relentlessly pursuing Arturo's aura, attempting to obliterate him into dust.

Instead of trying to escape, they attacked head-on.

Arturo said casually, "Is it this extraordinary spinning speed that gave you the courage, or are there still unknown trump cards up your sleeve?"

The continuous humming sound, the intertwining afterimages, and the infinite flashes of spiritual light.

One failed attempt, two failed attempts, three failed attempts, four failed attempts...

Sweat beaded on Zomal's forehead, and a sense of panic began to grow in his heart.

Since consuming his own kind to become an Adjuchas, this was the first time he had encountered a Hollow whose speed of rotation was in no way inferior to his.

Moreover, compared to his own all-out effort, the figure that kept flashing in the wind of the punches was obviously more relaxed and comfortable.

It was less of a bloody battle and more of a game of cat and mouse.

Soon, Zomali stopped this pointless behavior, his enormous body, like a pink pumpkin, hovering on the sand, his hands clasped together, like a devout believer.

Under Arturo's puzzled gaze, Zomali suddenly raised his right hand, and the eye in the center of his palm snapped open, its dark pupil revealing an indescribable eeriness.

next moment.

The air trembled slightly, and an imperceptible fluctuation erupted from his body, instantly traversing the distance of space and landing on Arturo's wrist.

A sun-shaped pattern slowly emerged.

Success!

A hint of joy flashed in Zomali's eyes, and he immediately activated his ability.

Not far away, Arturo was shocked to find his right hand raised uncontrollably, his five fingers together, like a chopstick.

He pointed his fingertip at his own eyes.

“I will enjoy you, Arturo.”

Just as Zomalli gave the order to pierce the skull.

puff-

The glaring blood stained the white sand beneath their feet.

In disbelief, Arturo drew his sword and severed his right hand.

"A very decisive choice."

Zomal took a deep breath, gaining a deeper understanding of the enemy's ruthlessness.

"But severing your right hand will only weaken your strength..."

The words abruptly stopped, and amidst horrified gazes, flesh and blood began to grow from Arturo's severed wound, countless buds weaving together to instantly form a complete hand.

He raised his indifferent gaze.

"What did you say?"

Zomalli fell silent; his fear vanished, replaced by a sense of resolve and determination.

Since severed hands can regenerate, let's imprint the power of control onto the head!

He raised his right hand again, and more than fifty eyes were fixed on the figure in front of him.

However, just as the ability was about to be activated...

Arturo vanished abruptly, without even a sound of his movement.

what? !

Zomali was shocked and instinctively unleashed his full spiritual pressure. An astonishing wave of energy erupted from his body, and a dazzling pillar of light shot straight into the sky, sweeping away dust and sand.

scoff-

With a tearing sound like ripping silk, Arturo severed the sand wave with his sword, shattering the spiritual pressure along with the outstretched arm—

Cut them off together!

Intense pain swept through his body, and fear filled Zomali's ugly face. Only then did he realize how terrifying the other person was.

Whether it's rotational speed, super-speed regeneration, or offensive tactics.

This strange Hollow named Arturo far surpasses him.

Without any hesitation, Zomali endured the excruciating pain and shrunk back into his pumpkin-shaped body.

This is his strongest defense, called the Embryo Guardian Stance, which he withstood for three days and three nights amidst an attack by several Adjuchas.

next moment.

The silver-white blade suddenly fell, unleashing a light that surpassed the limits of what the naked eye could perceive, scattering a blade of light as bright as moonlight.

Thus, the seemingly indestructible posture of the embryo shattered, revealing Zomal's twisted form, his features filled with fear of the unknown death.

“I will enjoy you, Zomali Lulu.”

With a look of despair, Arturo slashed down with his blade, severing the body hidden inside the pumpkin-shaped shell.

Under the moonlight, a spiritual pressure as overwhelming as an overturned ocean crashed down, crushing the defenseless Zomali to pieces.

Arturo opened his mouth and swallowed the blood and mud mixed with white sand like a whale sucking in its lungs.

Along with the soul.

After doing all this, he finally turned his gaze toward the crescent moon.

At the edge of the horizon, a pure white figure slowly walked across the white sand, a playful smile on her elegant face, as if meeting an old friend.

When Arturo saw this person, a clear look of disgust appeared on his face.

But the other party seemed unconcerned, and chuckled softly:

"Long time no see, Arturo."

Arturo made no attempt to conceal his malice; his gaze was icy and unapproachable.

"But I don't want to see you at all!"

“Salapolo Granz…”

Chapter 101 Those who do scientific research are all black-hearted

Although Szayelaporro has undergone a complete transformation compared to his appearance back then, it is almost as if he is a completely different person.

But Arturo says he will never forget that nauseating smell.

"How cold you are, Arturo."

Szayelaporro looked at the face he remembered, a smile playing on his lips.

I don't know whether it's joy or mockery.

Long before Arturo was sealed away, the two Hollows had met in Hueco Mundo more than once.

Both Szayelaporro and Arturo, as Vastodes, wanted to devour each other in order to advance their own evolutionary path.

In terms of pure raw power, Arturo was superior back then.

But Szayelaporro, as a scientist, used more unorthodox and unpredictable methods, often managing to counter Szayelaporro and even nearly killing him on the spot on several occasions.

If it weren't for his extreme speed regeneration, he might have really fallen into the hands of his opponent.

It was precisely because of those disgusting methods and abilities that Arturo hated Szayelaporro the most.

Szayelaporro chuckled softly:

"Ever since you left Hueco Mundo, I've been thinking about you constantly."

"Without you, this boundless desert is missing so much fun..."

Arturo didn't reply, he just kept raising his finger.

A crimson sphere of light was brewing at his fingertips, with countless spiritual particles gathering on it from the atmosphere, emanating a heart-pounding aura.

Unlike ordinary Hollowfication, the sphere of light released by Arturo was more distorted, as if it were formed by countless arcs of electricity, constantly changing its shape inside, giving people a crazy illusion.

Cero!

The beam of light swept across the silvery sand sea, carving out a deep, scorched furrow.

At the moment the impact erupted, dust and sand swirled up, shooting straight into the sky, like waves crashing against a vast ocean, rushing wildly towards the heavens.

Arturo took a step forward and instantly entered the spinning state. Accompanied by a humming sound that shook the space, his speed exceeded the limits that could be observed by the naked eye.