Death: Starting as the Guardian of Avici Hell

Naraku stared at the other person with a look of surprise and doubt.

"It's open?"

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Arturo wore a strange expression, not understanding what this guy was talking about.

Naraku Sora took a deep breath, further emphasizing the importance of the Arrancar Menace before him.

I shouldn't have believed the slander of the treacherous minister Aizen, such as the old man Yamamoto sealing it two thousand years ago, or the decline in strength due to the passage of time.

His left hook was perfectly timed, specifically chosen to be delivered when his opponent was under pressure.

Even so, it was still easily evaded.

The strike, which was expected to be a sure thing, had absolutely no effect.

What else could this be but opening?

Thinking this, Naraku gripped his Zanpakuto tightly. Since he couldn't break through with his sword, he would first use his sword techniques to break the stalemate and create an opportunity.

However, Arturo was faster than him.

Once the enemy can pose a threat, the original idea of ​​subjugation vanishes, replaced by an intense, overwhelming killing intent.

Such a bizarre existence must have some delicious spiritual pressure.

If we devour this guy, we might be able to make up for the damage to our soul.

With a loud buzzing sound, Arturo vanished from his spot without warning, and even Naraku Sora, who had been watching his spiritual pressure fluctuations, failed to notice.

So much so that when the gleaming silver blade appeared, he was momentarily caught off guard.

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With a tearing sound, the Shinigami armor, whose defensive capabilities were comparable to a spiritual pressure shield, suddenly shattered, and the wound extended from the left shoulder all the way to the waist and abdomen.

Flesh and blood burst open, and crimson blood gushed out.

What follows is an uncontrollable, intense pain that travels deep into the nerves.

next moment.

Under Arturo's incredulous gaze, pitch-black spiritual pressure emanated from the crack in Naraku Sora's chest, weaving and interweaving like needles and threads.

The jagged cracks healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Looking up again, I noticed a piece of bone fragment on the forehead of the boy in front of me.

It looked just like the fish fin-shaped mask on his cheek.

What is this?!

The Arrancar hidden within the Grim Reaper?

In Arturo's understanding, the concept of a mask simply does not exist.

From any perspective, Naraku's current state is very similar to that of a Hollow who has become an Arrancar.

Just as he was stunned, a cruel smile suddenly approached.

The Zanpakuto, imbued with spiritual pressure, was raised high and slashed straight down.

Since melee combat isn't fast enough, let's use swordsmanship.

The ultimate slashing technique can also annihilate the enemy army.

Ghost Sword Technique: Twin Lotus Azure Flame Fall!

A burst of azure flames erupted, transforming into a blazing pillar of fire that dispelled all darkness on the battlefield, while the raging heat spread wildly in all directions.

Even Arturo felt the unbearable heat.

when!

The sound of metal clashing echoed across the wilderness, and a hurricane roared and erupted!

A beam of light, so dazzling it was hard to look directly at, shot into the sky, unleashing the perfect fusion of swordsmanship and demonic arts in the silver sea of ​​sand.

In an instant, intense, scorching flames engulfed Arturo.

The once indestructible spiritual pressure defense gradually crumbled, like snowflakes falling under the blazing sun.

The burning pain finally reached Arturo's flesh.

Despite the formidable steel armor protecting him, the long-awaited pain finally enraged the former king of Hueco Mundo.

As a result, a large number of spiritual particles gathered, and the atmosphere suddenly became viscous and slippery.

An immense pressure crashed down, making one feel as if they were in an endless deep sea.

The crimson glow converged and instantly transformed into a sphere of light.

next moment.

The Cero erupted at the point of their battle, its terrifying impact instantly piercing through the dome, becoming the most dazzling scene in Hueco Mundo.

The violent aftershocks exploded the sand dunes in sight, and countless plumes of smoke and dust spread outwards. The gray-white hurricane connected the desert and the sky into one, and its howling sound extended to the horizon.

Layers of visible crimson spiritual pressure ripples spread in all directions.

When the dust settled, a huge crater appeared on the desert, and the sand seemed to have vanished into thin air, wiped out by the full-power Cero.

Two charred bodies stood in the deep pit, gazing at each other.

Almost simultaneously, the super-speed regeneration was activated.

New flesh and skin grew from beneath the charred surface, and the wound healed at a visible speed.

However, as an Arrancar who acts independently, Arturo's core ability when he is an Arrancar is super-fast regeneration, so his recovery speed far exceeds that of Naraku.

It's not even half recovered yet; Arturo is just a little bit charred.

"Although I don't know what species you are, this is where it ends."

Hearing a voice in front of him, Naraku opened his eyes, and dead skin flakes off his face, making him look extremely horrifying.

The silver-white blade rose.

Faced with certain death, Naraku showed no panic whatsoever; instead, he grinned.

"Look behind you again."

"A clumsy trick."

Arturo's gaze was icy, showing no regard for Aizen behind him.

The appearance of even one monster like this little brat is absurd enough.

Even if the other Death Knight is stronger, can he be more exaggerated than this guy?

"Hado No. 90 - "

"The black coffin."

The soft chanting of the ghost incantation gave Arturo a sense of foreboding.

However, before he could turn around, a deep darkness rose from the ground, and endless spiritual pressure surged down. Dark spiritual particles condensed into solid iron walls, enveloping him from all directions.

Dark patterns emerged on the black coffin, distorting everything around it.

"A faint, murky emblem reveals an unruly and arrogant talent."

"The tide, the denial, the paralysis, the moment, all hinder long sleep."

After the initial sealing was completed, the poetic incantation of the ghost path began to be chanted.

"The crawling Iron Princess, the clay doll that constantly mutilates itself."

"Combine, rebound, extend to the ground, and realize your own powerlessness!"

Then the chanting begins.

Aizen stared expressionlessly at the black coffin in front of him, pouring almost all of his spiritual pressure into it.

Countless sharp blades erupted wildly inside the long coffin, followed by Arturo's roar of pain and rage.

next moment.

Cracks appeared on the surface of the black coffin, and a beam of incandescent spiritual pressure shot into the sky.

Click click click!

The sound of shattering echoed from the iron walls of the long coffin, and countless black fragments shot out in all directions, filling the air with an intense, lingering stench of blood.

A disheveled figure appeared before the two.

Arrogant anger burned fiercely, and Arturo's expression turned extremely gloomy as he could not accept defeat.

I thought Naraku was the most difficult one to deal with, but it turns out the guy who was just watching from the sidelines was the real troublemaker.

The black coffin, utterly chanted, was no less powerful than the fiery sword from two thousand years ago, which contained pure destruction.

A violent aura spread rampantly, and the gruesome wounds with exposed flesh and blood healed rapidly.

The extreme speed regeneration allowed Arturo to return to normal in an instant, but the weakened spiritual pressure revealed his current weakness.

"Although it's a bit of a stretch, I will kill you all, even if it exceeds the capacity of my soul."

"Feel the true power."

Under the puzzled gazes, Arturo flipped his wrist, the tip of the knife pointing downwards.

"Awaken, Undying King!"

A massive spiritual pressure began to awaken, causing the silvery-white sand sea to tremble violently. Thick, dark clouds gathered above the dome, and countless raindrops composed of spiritual particles poured down like a tide.

The immense spiritual pressure rippled outwards endlessly amidst the torrential rain.

When the beam of light dissipated, a completely new Arturo appeared in their sight.

The mask on his cheeks disappeared, replaced by a ferocious head and horns resembling a crown, with crimson wings unfolding behind him, and a chilling oppressive aura swept over him.

However, the expected look of fear did not appear.

Aizen stared intently at Arturo after his Resurrection, a hint of undisguised fanaticism flashing in his eyes.

Is it similar to the Bankai ability of a Shinigami?