I Am a Heroic Spirit

Hei Qingming's face darkened.

"No, no, it should be that he turned into a monster. We monsters don't have any particular requirements for clothing." Shuten-doji interrupted, speaking in an objective and fair manner.

Hei Qingming's expression softened.

"But wearing nothing is something only the lowest little monsters would do. No, even monsters like Amazakō would cover themselves with a layer of rags. It seems that Kuroi Seimei, who has completely turned into a monster, is not even as good as Amazakō." When Kuroi Seimei's expression eased, Shuten-doji continued, still with that objective and fair attitude, but his tone and content were completely different.

"Exhibitionist, you've completely disgraced the Geye Fox Fairy."

Ibaraki Douji looked disgusted and added fuel to the fire, turning Hei Qingming into Bao Gong, with a face as black as coal.

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"I don't want to play tricks with you. After a thousand years, none of you can stop me this time. The world will surely fall into darkness!" Hei Qingming said coldly with a sullen face.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds surged, and murderous intent filled the air. The hearts of Shiro Seimei, Shuten-doji, Hokusai, and the others grew heavy. Kuro Seimei wasn't one for empty talk. Besides, a thousand years of cultivation couldn't compare to a single moment of demonic possession. Even with a thousand years of Shiro Seimei's cultivation, he couldn't match Kuro Seimei's thousand years of demonic possession in Hell. Even with the addition of other Heroic Spirits, it would be difficult to defeat Kuro Seimei.

Hei Qingming turned his gaze to the ruins below, and his brows frowned slightly.

Although he said it very domineeringly, the current situation was indeed beyond his expectations. The Hyakumonogatari group was gone, the monsters recruited by Yuyuko and the monsters he left behind were all dead, and only two of his descendants were left. The enemy was not the Nura group that once prevented Yuyuko from resurrecting him, but Shiro Seimei from a thousand years ago and the monsters from another world.

Hei Qingming's gaze fixed on the ruins and his frown relaxed.

In the ruins, the monster's face was wrapped in a cloth embroidered with talismans. His body had become swollen due to the water from the Kanagawa River. Next to the corpse was a broken old knife, which was covered with dense cracks and gaps, and looked like it could completely collapse at any time.

Hei Qingming stretched out his hand, opened his palm, and pointed his five fingers downward. There was a faint demonic power gathering in his hand.

Seeing that Hei Qingming made a move, Bai Qingming's body immediately tensed up, and Shuten Douji and others were also ready to start the battle.

The old knife on the ground began to tremble. When everyone was staring at Hei Qingming and counting "one, two, three", it suddenly flew up and shot towards Hei Qingming.

It was not until then that everyone discovered the powerful magic contained in this unremarkable old sword and this old sword called the Devil's Hammer.

However, faced with Hei Qingming's sudden summons, it was too late for everyone to stop him, and they could only watch as Hei Qingming got the magic sword with even greater strength.

However, at this moment, unimaginable developments occurred.

With a loud bang, the passage connecting hell and the human world suddenly erupted, turning into a golden magma pool.

An extremely hot golden beam of light rose from the ground and ascended high into the sky from the magma pool.

Hei Qingming, who had just obtained the magic sword, was about to swing the sword to test the power of the magic sword when he was covered by a golden beam of light.

However, other people standing not far away could clearly see that Hei Qingming was not encompassed by the golden beam of light, but was melted bit by bit, from his feet to his head, and dissolved instantly the moment the golden beam of light touched him.

He didn't even have time to resist, and before he could even react, the smug smile he had on his face when he got the magic sword was still there when Hei Qingming disappeared completely.

The crowd below was completely bewildered. What on earth was this? The enemy was already dead before they even made a move? They had acted so invincible just a moment ago.

Soon, everyone adjusted their state and looked solemnly at the golden light column rising from the magma pool. No matter what that thing was, it would not be a simple thing coming from hell. What's more, as soon as the golden light column appeared, it destroyed Hei Qingming, whom they had to fight hard to defeat even if they joined forces.

Suddenly, the sky and earth changed color, and the wind and clouds rolled. It was clearly the middle of the night, but a huge sun rose in the night sky, quite incongruous. The strong sunlight swept across as if to dispel all darkness, illuminating the entire land. In the blazing light, the darkness and evil spirits instantly dissipated, and the entire capital was illuminated, turning it into a divine kingdom.

"It's as joyful as a beautiful dream, yet as illusory as morning dew. I never expected to see my old friend again. However, being born into this world in such a capacity makes this journey a little sad."

Sweet, majestic, elegant, and kind, the voice of a benevolent goddess shining on the earth rang out.

This voice obviously didn't sound familiar, but it gave Xingbu Ji the illusion of déjà vu.

Nine huge tails stretched out from the light column, dancing lazily and slowly in the air. Immediately afterwards, the golden light column slowly dissipated, and the owner of the tails also appeared in everyone's sight.

The pink hair, the delicate face, the gorgeous twelve-piece dress, and the majestic and luxurious temperament made Xingbu Ji, who recognized the identity of the person, open her mouth wide in disbelief.

-

In the clock tower on the banks of the Thames in London, England, the battle had been going on for a long time, from 9:30 in the evening to nearly 12 o'clock now, more than two hours had passed.

The Phantom of the Opera and Mephistopheles had already lost, and lost completely. Now it was Jack the Ripper, fighting alone against dozens of English knights, the elven knights developed by Arthur, more than twenty battle wizards from the wizarding world, plus Tristan and Bedivere.

"How things have developed is truly bizarre," Moriarty said, standing at the top of the clock tower, looking down at the situation below, his expression becoming strange. "But how did things develop to this point?"

Moriarty observed the battle downstairs with an embarrassment on his face.

Originally, these heroic spirits were supposed to serve as training ground for the knights and wizards trained by Arthur and Altria, but as things have developed, except for the two knight kings and the two strongest knights, everyone else has participated in the battle.

"Why? I just wanted Jack to be a little stronger, at least to be able to compete with the fighting Servants, so as to force out the potential and strength of those humans. But why did it turn out like this?"

Moriarty leaned against Big Ben and sighed to the sky, "Why did Jack become Baal Hadad?!"

Baal-Hadad is a relatively unfamiliar name to many people, but his other name is probably known to everyone.

Baal, the storm god of Canaan, is also the central god of Canaanite religious worship. In the Bible, he is called Baal-hadad, an enemy of God, the legendary leader of Solomon's seventy-two demon pillars, and a lustful and filthy substance that is one of the sephirot of the tree of life in the reverse Kabbalah.

That's right, the demon that Jack transformed into after activating his Noble Phantasm was this demon god that shouldn't have existed. Because with Jack's abilities, it was impossible for him to transform into this demon god.

"Even his real name and job description have changed. I'm afraid no one will believe me if I say it's not because of the Demon King Goetia," Moriarty muttered to himself. Because of Jack's mutation, Zhang Luo temporarily stripped him of his self-awareness, replacing him with a personality partially constructed by Zhang Luo. "But, according to Merlin's arrangement, I should be able to pull off a good kill, even if it means all of London will be buried with me."

This time, things turned out just as Moriarty said, because Goetia had made some secret moves. After Jack transformed, he lost contact with Zhang Luo and became Baal, the leader of the seventy-two demon pillars. Holding a giant hammer in his right hand and wielding the power of wind and thunder, Baal could be said to be suppressing the knights and wizards. If Tristan and Bedivere had not acted in time, Baal would have killed all the knights and wizards, and it is estimated that only the elven knights could escape.

"Devour my soul and rush forward, Silver Meteor! Flash and disappear, Silver Arm (DeadEnd-Airgetlm)!"

"Sing of pain, play of weeping. This is my arrow, the Failnote of weeping."

After a long battle, Tristan and Bedivere roughly understood Baal's strength and fighting style, and they both released their Noble Phantasms at the same time.

Tristan pulled the bow, and dozens of blue light arrows shot out from the bowstring, entangling Baal's body from all angles and immobilizing Baal's ability to move.

Driven by the silver wrist, Bedivere's body turned into a golden stream of light, and instantly appeared on the side of Baal, slashing at Baal with a laser hand knife.

Immediately afterwards, Tristan shot out a sharp arrow of light, which was a fatal blow after the restraint.

The two have always had a good relationship, and their cooperation is better than that of the other Knights of the Round Table. They released their Noble Phantasms one after another and successfully attacked Baal's body, causing serious trauma to him.

However, under the joint attack of the two, Baal was not defeated. Although he was in a very miserable state and his breath was extremely weak, he still stood firmly in his place.

"The battle continues?" Tristan guessed, raising his harp again and shooting the Vacuum Arrow without hesitation, attacking Baal...

Baal did not dodge, allowing Tristan's arrow to leave wounds on his body, and took out something from the void.

"Dragon? No! It's the dragon's corpse?" Bedivere said in astonishment the name of the object that was pulled out of the void by Baal by its tail.

Dragons were not a surprising species for the Knights of the Round Table. After all, their king and their enemies were both high-ranking dragons. What surprised and puzzled Bedivere was why Baal would take out the dragon's corpse in this situation, knowing that a corpse was of no use at all.

"Hmph, prepare to face hell." Baal sneered and said in a rough voice.

"You can speak?" Tristan was also surprised, because Baal had not spoken since the beginning of the battle. "How sad! He is clearly a formidable opponent, yet we have never communicated."

"Ah, there seem to be some smart guys here. If you say too much, it will be bad if your true intentions are seen through." Baal no longer had any scruples and spoke bluntly.

Bedivere subconsciously glanced at the detectives hiding in the distance and immediately understood what Baal meant: "You deliberately let us defeat you!"

He should have thought that Baal was not an ordinary demon. Even if he became Jack's spirit base, he would not be defeated so easily.

"With the Demon God and the Dragon King as sacrifices, the beast of justice that was supposed to appear in the future has descended here today!"

Everyone saw the clues, but Baal, who was about to disappear, would not waste time. Using the first of Solomon's seventy-two demons, the fallen and evil three-headed dragon in the East as a sacrifice, a magic circle that summoned the beast that should not appear at this moment was activated under Baal's feet.

Before Tristan and Bedivere could destroy the magic circle, Baal and the three-headed dragon collapsed into spirit particles and were absorbed by the magic circle at a speed so fast that people could not react.

Aversion to cold.

It wasn't that something special had happened, but rather a chilling feeling at the back. It wasn't a simple chill, but rather a nauseating, unpleasant sensation, like the finger of death caressing one's back. In a flash, the chill stripped everyone of their ability to think.

Neither feeling hostile nor suppressed.

If I had to use an analogy, it would be like a fawn that is overly sensitive to the movements of a lion.

Everyone looked at the sky in front of them at the same time. At some point, a chaotic beam of light rose from the magic circle, connecting the sky and the earth. A blurry figure appeared in the sky, wrapped in the chaotic beam of light. The appearance and body could not be seen clearly, but it was enough to make everyone feel scared.

-

Empty Town.

"Go back."

In the sky, Aizen's voice sounded calmly but with a hint of displeasure.

Hearing Aizen's voice, Koyatae Stark, Byakugan Luisen Gang, Tia Harribel, and Ulquiorra Cifer, who were either locked in a tough fight or just slacking off, stopped, left the battle circle, and retreated behind Aizen.

These four were the only remaining Arrancar, as most of the others were killed by the exceptional performance of Kurosaki Ichigo and Arisawa Ryuki during their battles. Aizen brought all of them with him when he arrived in the human world for the final showdown with Soul Society.

A group of Shinigami captains, vice-captains, and masked soldiers looked at Aizen vigilantly, fearing that Aizen might have some conspiracy.

This time, unlike the original work, Aizen did not use any strategy to trap the combat power of Soul Society in Hueco Mundo, but gathered everyone together in order to speed up his own evolution.

"Even if you continue to fight, it will only be a waste of time."

Aizen looked up at the fake moon in the sky and said calmly, "Time is running out."

"Alright, we can begin, Gotei 13, and the incomplete Arrancars."

Aizen looked at the Shinigami watching him warily and spoke calmly. "To fight alone against so many, including the Masked Corps, the Gotei 13, Ichigo Kurosaki, Ryuki Arisawa, even Captain-General Yamamoto, as well as the hidden forces of Ishida Ryugen, Urahara Kisuke, Isshin Kurosaki, and Yoruichi Shihoin. Using battle and the Hogyoku to allow him to evolve to a higher level—this was his primary purpose in waging war against Soul Society."

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The twelve captains and all the masked soldiers were stunned by Aizen's calm and composed attitude. He had laid out so many conspiracies and tricks, but now he was going to fight them alone in an open and dignified manner.

How arrogant this is!

However, even though Aizen made such an arrogant declaration, neither the Shinigami nor the Masked Corps let their anger get to their heads, because the strength that Aizen showed at the beginning of the battle really required all of them to join forces to fight against.

"Lord Aizen?"

Behind Aizen, Harribel spoke hesitantly.

She really couldn't understand what Aizen meant. It was just a warm-up battle where even the real thing hadn't started. Not only the Ten Espada and their subordinates, but even the other side had no casualties, but now Aizen asked them to retreat and prepare to fight alone.

So what about them? What's the point of them coming to the world? Is it just to help the opponent warm up, so that they can get into the best condition and then fight Aizen?

"Hey, Harribel, what's the matter?" Aizen turned his head and cast a deep gaze at Harribel.

Harribel didn't say anything, because she knew in her heart that Aizen's decision could not be questioned, and the questions she wanted to ask were meaningless.

"Ah, Captain Aizen, I think I know what Harribel is trying to say." Ichimaru Gin said with a smile, and asked the questions that Stark, Bylergan, Harribel, Ulquiorra, Tosen Kaname, and himself also had, "You are going to fight them all, so what about us? Are we just going to watch from here?"

"Rest, anything is fine. Adjust your physical strength to the best condition and prepare for the next war." Aizen turned his gaze to Ichimaru Gin and said meaningfully, "Or, join the battle and add some pressure to me."

Ichimaru Gin's pupils shrank. This was the nth time he had tried to test him. Aizen, what exactly did he want?

Gin Ichimaru didn't respond, and Aizen ignored them and walked out.

Aizen stood high in the air, drew out his Soul-Zanking Sword, pointed the tip of the blade at the enemy, and spoke arrogantly.

"Are you still not coming? Are you timid? If you don't come, I'll take action first."

Hearing Aizen's words, all the Shinigami captains and vice-captains turned their eyes to Captain Yamamoto. Captain Yamamoto pondered for a moment, but still could not understand Aizen's intention, so he nodded and signaled everyone to attack.

"This attitude is really annoying. Are you trying to use the power of Mirror Flower and Water Moon? Humph! If you think that the Soul-Slaying Sword that can completely control other people's nerves is only your Mirror Flower and Water Moon, then you are totally wrong. Prostrate yourself and stroke it."

On the other side, Mako Hirako believed that he had seen through Aizen's conspiracy, or tactics, and immediately released the Soul Zanken. The blade of the Soul Zanken rotated around Mako Hirako's wrist, releasing spiritual power that affected the human nerves.

By the way, does the god of death have nerves?

"Welcome to the Upside-Down World."

After allowing Makoto Hirako to successfully release the Soul Zanken, everything in Aizen's sight became upside down.

In Aizen's sight, Mako Hirako was rushing towards him with her head down and her feet in the air, and her body was spinning up and down as she moved forward.

The moment Mako Hirako approached, Aizen immediately swung his sword, but only hit nothingness. Mako Hirako had already appeared on the other side, with his head sticking out from above, and was shattered by Aizen's quickly adjusted slash.

"Here!"

At this moment, Makoto Hirako's body appeared behind Aizen again, and the Soul-Zanking Sword raised high slashed towards Aizen fiercely.

"How's it going? Aizen, you're already behind! You got it!"

Aizen was very fast. Even though he was tricked twice in a row, he turned around in time and swung his sword from bottom to top to block Hirako Masahiro's soul-slaying sword.

However, this attack was still fake.

Mako Hirako appeared behind Aizen, grinning triumphantly, and swung his sword with all his might, leaving a bloody mark on Aizen's leg.

"Wake up! Aizen!"

Mako Hirako rushed towards Aizen from behind, but Aizen avoided him by a few centimeters and the two passed each other.

In an instant, the knife flashed and a crisp sound was heard.

"What? I thought it was so amazing, but it turns out it's just an optical illusion."