Bleach: The Self-Disciplined Captain of Seireitei

"Become my subordinate, Tia Harribel."

The figure on the bone throne spoke, and the vicissitudes of life in his voice seemed to have spanned countless years and reached the present moment millions of years ago.

"I will give you the respect you deserve."

Harribel remained silent, but there was a hint of coldness in her emerald green eyes.

She just wanted to live her life quietly and protect everything she cared about. She didn't want to get involved in other people's lives, let alone become someone else's subordinate.

"From your expression, it seems that you are not willing to accept my recruitment."

Bylergan was calm, as if everything was under control. "Well, only the cold reality can make you realize what despair is."

"The only thing that is eternal in this world is time."

"Everyone, let's start the battle."

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen figures leaped up from the barren mountain, and violent spiritual pressure instantly covered down, instantly enveloping Harribel and other Hollows below.

"Sunsun, Mira, Apache, please protect yourself."

Harribel gave a warning, and golden materialized spiritual pressure surged out, and the shark gill patterned giant sword in her right hand was swung straight forward.

boom!

The terrifying force, accompanied by violent spiritual pressure, instantly forced back a sub-level hollow that looked like a hammerhead shark.

The sword blade swept across, and the huge hammer head was instantly cut in half. A large amount of blood spurted out, soaking the white sand below, adding a few different colors to this unchanging desert.

On the bone throne, Bylergan tapped the armrest lightly, a hint of interest flashing in his empty pupils.

This tile-level Daxu is stronger than he expected.

I'm afraid these dozen or so Yachucas won't be able to take it down.

As the deep gaze moved, the other Yachukas also understood what their Majesty meant. More than a dozen huge figures fell from the barren mountain, slamming heavily on the sand, making a loud roar.

Waves of sand splashed high, covering the crescent moon in the sky.

Originally, Harribel could still hold on under the siege of the Hollows, but with the addition of other Achukas, she was suddenly stretched to the limit.

If she were alone, she could easily resist or even stay away from here.

But the existence of Sun Sun and the other three Achucas has undoubtedly become Harribel's biggest weakness.

The red flash shone, covering the moonlight, devouring the sand surface, plowing out huge gullies, and splashing up sand waves tens of meters high.

Thick smoke filled the air. Sun Sun opened his snake mouth and condensed his energy again, trying to break out.

However, the increase in the number of Daxu made it impossible for her to confront them head-on.

Mira and Apache's performance was not much better.

If it weren't for Harribel helping them to disperse the pressure, they might have been torn to pieces by the Achukas.

Bylergan looked at the scene below and was very satisfied with the performance of his Yachukas.

Recruiting Sal Apollo Granz would be the wisest decision of his life. If he had not transformed the Yachukas, these subordinates would not have become so powerful so quickly in a few decades.

Although it is unclear what exactly happened at that time, since that day, Sal Apollo Granz seemed to have become a virtual being.

He was committed to the ultimate transformation of the Great Hollow and himself, and even gave up the original research and development plan.

In that guy's words, informing the weak of conception will only make them weaker, unable to enhance their own strength, and ultimately they will just become guinea pigs in someone else's petri dish.

At present, these Achucas who followed him into the expedition had all been experimentally transformed by Sal Apollo, and their souls and bodies had been enhanced to a certain extent.

Some of the Hollows that have reached the limit of Achukas are comparable to Vastrod after the transformation.

However, correspondingly, Bylergan was also more wary and fearful of Sal Apollo. In his hands, Yachukas could become so strong that he could compete with Vastrod.

Then how powerful should he be?

Has this guy's power already affected his own rule?

This thought flashed through Bailegang's mind, and then dissipated on its own, replaced by overwhelmingly strong self-confidence.

Nothing can resist the passage of time.

He who controls the power of aging is the only king of Hueco Mundo!

The battle situation became more and more intense. Golden flashes of light exploded in the void group like cannonballs, and from time to time, huge sand waves soared into the sky.

Under the siege and stranglehold of dozens of Achucas, Harribel had to burst out with all her strength to fight them.

What made her feel chilled was that the spiritual pressure of these Yachukas was far higher than other Daxu she had seen before, and it could even be said that they were not on the same level at all.

What's more, some people can even compete with her head-on in terms of spiritual pressure.

If it weren't for their relatively low IQ, she wouldn't have been able to hold on until now.

As for Sun Sun and Deng Xu, they had already retreated to the edge of the barren mountain in a panic, their bloody bodies pressed against the sand and gravel, their eyes looking forward with despair.

They couldn't understand why these guys, who were all Achukas, were like people with steroids, with their spiritual pressure and steel skin strength far exceeding their own.

Harribel was still holding on, but the figure on the throne was already showing signs of impatience. A black aura surrounded it like flames, a terrifying aura burst out, and a dangerous smell permeated the atmosphere.

The remaining Achucas instinctively moved away from their Majesty, fearing that they would be affected by his power.

They had become stronger under Sar Apollo's transformation, but in front of His Majesty Bylergan, they were still as fragile as insects.

Once you are entangled by the black aura, you will instantly turn into dust and completely disappear from this world.

The overwhelming spiritual pressure descended like the sky falling. Bylergan looked down at the figures who were resisting stubbornly below and gave his final notice:

"Submit, or die!"

Harribel burst into a golden flash, forcing back the attacking Achukas. She looked unwillingly toward the barren mountain, staring at the skeleton illuminated by the moonlight:

"I would rather die than surrender!"

The words fell.

Bylergan's last bit of patience was exhausted. He stretched out his index finger and a black aura burst out from it, pressing down like a huge wave in an instant.

As the moonlight covered the world, darkness became the dominant color!

The power of aging devoured everything in front of him. Covered by the wave of black energy, everything turned into dust.

Under such an attack, the Yachukas instantly gave up their opponents and desperately launched a reversal to get away from the messy battlefield.

By the time Harribel reacted, the wave was already very close.

After witnessing the horror of the black aura, Harribel, whose spiritual pressure had been mostly depleted, couldn't help but reveal a final hint of despair in her eyes.

However, at this moment, a gentle voice sounded behind him.

"The dirty waves, the mad boat."

"Boiling, numb, flickering, sleepless."

"The Princess of Steel is also corroded, the Clay Doll is also collapsed; Gather! Fight the enemy! Fill the ground and let him know he is powerless!"

"The Ninety of the Broken Dao: Black Coffin!"

Boom! !

An even deeper darkness rose from the ground, covering the incoming black aura in an instant with overwhelming force, and an endless torrent fell, instantly sealing the all-consuming power of aging with its magnificent and huge body.

Harribel's emerald green pupils shrank suddenly, and before she could come to her senses, a white figure walked slowly past her.

A completely different aura from that of the Hollow appeared on the battlefield, and a gentle figure faced the almighty King of Hueco Mundo.

"Nice to meet you, Bylergan Ruisenbang."

"You should know my name, the god of death, Tsunayashiro Sufu..."

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Chapter 193 Don't Blink

Harribel and her three subordinates looked at the scene in front of them in shock. The huge dark body was like a natural moat, blocking the desert and completely blocking the surging black aura.

The back figure exuding a gentle temperament just standing there gives people a sense of reliability.

Although the opponent is the natural enemy of the Hollow, the God of Death.

But to Harribel, none of this mattered.

What’s important is that the other party left a very deep impression on her.

The Yachukas who were fleeing in the distance looked at the astonishing scene covering the sky and felt their scalps tingling. A cold chill went up along their coccyx and climbed up to the top of their heads.

The uncontrollable fear spread in their hearts until it occupied their entire hearts.

No Hollow knows better than them the horror of His Majesty Bylergan's power. Even the most powerful Hollow will be instantly turned into dust and merged into the Hueco Mundo when it touches the forbidden power of the realm of God.

But now, the God of Death actually blocked it. For them, it was like the sky was collapsing and their faith was destroyed...

"Tsunayashiro... Sufeng?"

On the barren mountain, Bylergan, wearing a purple long coat, repeated in a puzzled tone.

This name is strangely familiar, but I can't think of where I have heard it before.

However, what surprised Bylergan even more was that the majestic dark body actually resisted his aging power.

Although, this was just an ordinary attack for him.

But it is really surprising that the mere God of Death can possess such power.

Until then, a monkey-faced Yachukas appeared not far from Bailegang and whispered a reminder:

"Your Majesty, Lord Sar Apollo once mentioned this name."

Hearing this, Bylergan suddenly realized something, and a thoughtful look appeared on his skull-like face.

If the god of death in front of him was the one who caused the changes in Sal Apollo, then all the changes seemed to be explainable.

Decades ago, Sal Apollo traveled to the present world in search of suitable living material for experiments.

It was just a common thing.

After all, before this, he often went to the human world to capture humans or gods of death for various experiments.

But something unexpected happened.

Sar Apollo returned to Hueco Mundo in an extremely broken state.

To this day, Bylergan still remembers his appearance vividly.

The upper torso was almost hollowed out, transparent from front to back, and the breeze could flow freely through it. The feather bones on the back seemed to have been burned by extremely high temperatures, all of them charred and fuzzy, sticking to the flesh and blood that looked like a mummy.

Even the bone mask that symbolized Daxu's identity was cut in half, and his self-proclaimed elegant face became like a demon.

This was the most embarrassing posture that Bylergan had ever seen, no doubt about it!

Given the injuries that Sar Apollo suffered at that time, any other Hollow, even Bylergan, would have been doomed to death.

The severity is evident.

From then on, Sal Apollo seemed to have become a different person. He abandoned all previous experimental research progress and started a new process.

Even the notification of conception, which they valued most, was abandoned.

In the words of Sal Apollo, that is rebirth and resurrection. The endless perfect life also has its limits. Only the extremely powerful force is truly perfect.

In short, he no longer does anything empty.

Even with a lifespan of millions of years, the naturally powerful Bylergan still could not understand Sal Apollo's thoughts.

But he was so conceited that he didn't care about Sal Apollo's actions. As long as he remained loyal on the surface, that was enough.

In Bylergan's view, everything in the world has its limits, and only death is eternal.

However, correspondingly, it was the god of death in front of him that bestowed upon Sal Apollo a transformation that was almost like a complete rebirth.

Then it is reasonable that he could resist this force of aging.

"There is no god of death in the Xuye Palace."

The empty eyes stared at the white figure below, and the vicissitudes of life voice continued to echo in the Gobi Desert.

"But as generous as I am, I don't mind giving you a chance to surrender."

"Tsunayashiro Sufu, if you are willing to give everything you have, I will reserve a place for you in the Kyūya Palace."