Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto

Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto Chapter 557

"Let's get started..."

led by Wilbur in a suit and leather shoes, with a gold cane in both hands, showing a gentleman's smile as always: "Distance from God Ascension Ritual is done, just one last step."

"Swallow... Michael."

Lorde's eyelids drooped, his eyelashes trembled slightly, blinking at the bottom of his eyes. The unknown look spoke its appeal before Wilbur.

"That's right, that's it."

All Wilbur Whateley looked up, naked greedy eyes converged, mouth gradually expanded to the limit, and then split directly to the root of the ear Office: "Will we devour Michael first, or will you kill us first?"

Zheng——

Pitch black's Zanpakutō pointed diagonally to the ground, and Lorde slowly lifted the head Come, the surging spiritual pressure is like a tidal wave, hitting the void all around, wave after wave, setting off visible ripples and endless waves.

ka-cha ......

The ground that had been hit before was groaning overwhelmed at this moment, and the signs of cracking continued to radiate to the surrounding, violently. The rising spiritual pressure is comparable to a flame, rubbing the remaining oxygen in the atmosphere, causing the surrounding space to appear blurred and twisted, as if it was ignited.

"No matter how many times I feel it, it's still so shocking." Wilbur stared at the burning area and couldn't help sighing: "Obviously, we are human like us, but have the same ability as High- Rank Angel's strength, I really envy you."

"Last words, finished?"

Lorde took a half step forward, holding the pitch black hilt, The terrifying imposing manner around his body that was enough to make the sky crack and the earthquake to collapse collapsed in an instant like a tsunami of Buddha Mountain.

"The last sentence is left."

Wilbur took his time and tidied up his messy clothes, then put his right hand on his abdomen, and bent his upper body slightly forward, making a Quite standard aristocratic etiquette:

"It should be the third time we have met. As a gentleman, I haven't asked Mr.'s name, which is a bit rude."

"Although we are enemies of each other, if we fight each other without knowing each other's names, it will undoubtedly be an insult to this great ritual and an insult to the Whateley Family.

So please allow me, Viscount Wilbur Whateley , to express your highest respect to the Whateley Family, can you tell me your name?"

"My name...Yhwach!"

Lorde sneered in his heart, and The expressionless newspaper behind the alternative identity: "Take this name to heart, because I will take everything from you, whether it is life...or hope!"

Not really He doesn't want to reveal his real name, or he doesn't have the dignity of a warrior, but an existence like Wilbur Whateley, who is proficient in many dark magics and has an unknown shadow of Evil God behind him. It is extremely dangerous to reveal his real name at will!

In Shinigami's power system, 'name' is a very important factor, and its meaning is somewhat similar to spell incantation, so usually by calling Zanpakutō's real name, Shinigami can release powerful power. It is reflected everywhere in the whole text.

Once an evil being like Wilbur grasps the real name, it is likely to cause unnecessary trouble, or even be targeted by the Evil God behind it, which is not impossible.

So Lorde believes that compared with his own life, the so-called warrior dignity... should be thrown away, and it has never happened anyway.

"Yhwach? I remember your name." Wilbur tapped the cane, nodding lightly said with a smile: "When I devour Michael and succeed, I will make you beautiful and allows you to retain your sense of self."

Whimsical...

Lorde's lips curled up in a sneer, as if mocking Wilbur's delusions , the surging spiritual pressure in Yang's hands gathered on the blade, and directly cut a knife towards Wilbur on the other side.

隮——

With the blade rubbing against the scabbard, a spark sputtered when the scabbard was unsheathed, and the clear blade cry resounded like a dragon roar, echoing above the ruins .

The spiritual pressure wrapped around the blade of the blade was suddenly magnified several times in an instant, like a waning moon with a bleak and dim light in Blink, piercing the boundless night, and slowly descending in a descending posture.

Yachiru Kendō: Kagentsu!

Lorde maintained the movement of the knife, and there was a ripple in the bottom of his eyes, reflecting the poignant and beautiful waning moon, but there was an indescribable coldness.

next moment.

The beautiful blade light in the shape of a waning moon, in which the murderous intention of the forest is hidden, swept past the crowd on the other side as if cutting wheat, splashing bright red flowers one after another.

The blood flows into a river, and the heads roll off.

Tens of thousands of Wilbur Whateley's body froze, and then his head rolled to the ground, the cut surface of the neck port was as smooth as a mirror, and the head stared at a pair of unbelievable eyes, silently looking at the opposite bank. Lorde.

"Yes, your sword art has become much sharper than the last time we met." Wilbur, the only remaining suit, smiled and clapped, "It's a pity, It's useless to me."

The voice fell, and tens of thousands of Wilbur got up again, took his fallen head, and pressed it on his neck again, and in the blink of an eye, the injury was completely recovered.

"Forgot to remind you a little..."

Tens of thousands of Wilburs looked at Lorde, with a weird smile: "The Wilbur you killed , in fact, it's just a defective product that's all, every me who appears in front of you now, they are all better individuals than it!"

"That is to say..."

"We inherited the ability of it, and on this basis, we have further optimized it to the point of perfection, and even touched... a forbidden area that only gods can touch!"

One after another, sticky and smooth blood plasma slowly dripped down on the surrounding ruins along those Wilbur's bodies, gradually converging into a scarlet river, corroding and drawing into the earth Remaining life.

The river formed by the blood of tens of thousands of people spreads in every corner of the ruins and the city. The earth gradually becomes dry and withered at a visible speed, and even the plants begin to wither and wither, volatilizing. There was a strong rancid odor, which turned into scarlet smoke and filled the atmosphere.

A huge scarlet formation suddenly emerged from the surface of the entire city, with countless complex incantations inscribed in it, and scarlet rays of light soared into the sky, turning into a huge dome that enveloped the city. slice area.

"His-"

Lorde felt dizzy just by looking at the formation, and felt as if a needle was inserted and stirred, and there was a faint sound in his ear. , evil murmurs, as if telling something.

As the faint scarlet smoke drifted away and gradually filled the entire formation, Lorde could clearly feel that the life energy in his body was slowly and irreversibly passing away.

"No... not right!"

At this moment, Michael stared at the incantations, a look of panic appeared on his beautiful face, and he lost his voice. : "The meaning of these incantations, simply is not God Ascension Ritual, but...a summoning ritual!"

"summon...ritual?!"

Lorde looked horrified for a moment, and a terrifying thought quietly emerged from his mind.