I said you are all war criminals

"Then I will send you to hell three hundred years in advance."

Yanami stretched out Reiko's bow and shot out a rain of arrows of light.

"Rain of Light!"

Dense arrows of light rained down from the sky like a torrential downpour, piercing the air with a sharp whistling sound and heading straight for Kurotsuchi Mayuri.

Each arrow of light contained powerful spiritual pressure, enough to tear an ordinary Shinigami into pieces.

Faced with this potentially fatal attack, Kurotsuchi Mayuri didn't even bat an eyelid. He simply raised a finger and said, "How foolish! Such a crude attack isn't even worth investigating."

Before he could finish his words, a pale green, viscous liquid gushed out from beneath him, spreading rapidly to form a sickening barrier. The slime exuded a pungent, sour odor, like a corrosive venom from the depths of hell. Dense streams of light arrows pierced the slime, stirring up waves of corrosive smoke and sizzling sounds, but they were unable to penetrate this strange barrier. Ripples rippled across the surface of the slime, as if it were alive, absorbing all the energy from the light arrows.

Kurotsuchi Mayuri stood behind the slime barrier with a cold expression.

"Is this the only level of power you Quincies possess? If so, it's not even worth storing in a tank."

Seeing Kyona smack her lips in dissatisfaction, Yana said, "Tsk... As expected of you, you're the 'Vice-Captain with Bankai'. It seems I can't defeat you with just an ordinary Reishi Bow."

As Yanami spoke, he slowly lowered his right hand. The light bow that was originally shining with spiritual power gradually dissipated, turning into tiny spots of spiritual light, and finally disappeared into the air.

Then, she reached out her left hand and gently pulled the shawl from her right shoulder. Beneath the shawl, a silver emblem gleamed coldly in the dim light, like a star twinkling in the night sky. The emblem, shaped like a pentagram, exuded an undeniable majesty.

"--Yes, I, Yanami Kyouna, was also granted the Holy Word."

The woman's voice was deep and powerful. "My holy word is [H]! It means—Hunger!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the silver emblem's light suddenly intensified, emitting a dazzling light that illuminated everything around him. The light grew stronger and stronger, eventually forming a huge "H" behind Yanami, emitting a suffocating pressure.

Holy text.

Although it wasn't his own will, Mayuri Kurotsuchi had fought alongside Starry officers who possessed the Holy Words several times over the years. He knew that relying solely on his own gadgets was no match for a Quincy who had unleashed the power of the Holy Words.

So……

"I'm going to make a move here too... Bankai."

Kurotsuchi Mayuri slowly drew his Zanpakutō from his waist. The hilt seemed to come alive in his hand, wriggling. He gripped the hilt tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the pressure. The hilt twisted and deformed in his hand like soft flesh, emitting a teeth-grinding grinding sound. Then, the blade itself began to transform, a strange wave of spiritual pressure emanating from it.

"Open your claws, Golden-haired Jizo."

There was a chilling sound of bones grinding against each other, like countless withered bones rubbing against each other in the depths of hell. The ground shook violently, as if some gigantic creature was about to break free. Then, a colossal figure slowly rose from the smoke and dust, blocking out the sky and casting a massive shadow.

That is Kurotsuchi Mayuri's Bankai - Golden-Hikisha Jizo.

It resembled a deformed infant, its body bloated beyond measure, its skin a sickly golden hue, as if it had been immersed in formaldehyde for a long time. Its face was childish, yet possessed an indescribable eeriness. Its hollow eyes seemed to see through everything, sending a chill down its spine. Countless golden tubes connected to its back, wriggling like twisted blood vessels and emitting a sickening green toxic gas. The air was filled with a suffocating, sour stench.

"Let us begin the experiment, Quincy."

Mayuri Kurotsuchi stood on top of the Golden Hijisha Jizo, looking down at Yanami who was now at his feet.

"Ahh, enjoy it?"

Yana saw Xingna slowly raise her head, a strange smile appearing on her face.

"For you, this is the final experiment!"

At the center of her torso, flesh and blood surged like a bewitching flower in full bloom. A massive, ferocious mouth suddenly appeared, revealing jagged, sharp teeth. The maw suddenly opened, emitting a silent roar, sucking in all the green poisonous gas emitted by Kurotsuchi Mayuri's Bankai.

The Shinigami and the Quincy.

——It seems that in the end, the two are simply incompatible.

164

Chapter 164: The Battlefield Part 2.

Yukinoshita Yukino has a good reputation in Soul Society.

After the Shinigami and Quincies signed the Treaty of Equality, Yukinoshita lived in Soul Society.

This exceptionally powerful Quincy, far from aloof, regularly mentors the new Shinigami who have just joined the squad, patiently answering their questions and helping them resolve their various challenges. She teaches the techniques of Zankenzoki with precision, explains Kidō with ease, and analyzes Hakutō with insightful analysis. From combat techniques to interpersonal communication, from daily life to psychological counseling, Yukinoshita Yukino always provides the right support for the newcomers. As a result, Soul Society has unwittingly begun to respectfully refer to her as "Snow Princess, the Lifesaver." Some Shinigami have even formed fan clubs to express their admiration for this powerful and kind Quincy.

At this moment, Yukinoshita Yukino stood on the chaotic battlefield of Soul Society, her expression solemn, like an ice sculpture.

Yukinoshita Yukino slowly raised her right hand, steady and powerful like a precision instrument. Her slender fingertips gently touched the bowstring of the spirit bow, the resilience of the bowstring intertwined with the strength of her fingertips. Her knuckles turned slightly white from the exertion, yet she remained as steady as a rock, without a trace of trembling.

She locked onto a Shinigami, engaged in a fierce battle with a Quincy, gradually gaining the upper hand. Calmly and calmly, she raised her right hand and slowly drew the bowstring. A brilliant blue spiritual energy quickly gathered on the bowstring, converging into a spiritual arrow gleaming with a chilling cold light.

The bowstring was taut, making a slight buzzing sound, as if foreshadowing the coming of death.

"Whoosh-"

A sharp sound pierced the air, and the spiritual arrow flew free from the bowstring, like a flash of white lightning, instantly piercing the chest of the Death God. The Death God didn't even have time to scream before he collapsed to the ground, his blood instantly staining the ground red.

Yukinoshita Yukino's face was expressionless, her eyes icy cold. Her right hand once again nocked a brilliant blue spiritual arrow. The bowstring trembled, poised to release. Her gaze locked on a Shinigami officer engaged in a fierce battle with a Quincy. The officer, a tall figure, wielding his zanpakutō, was attempting to force back a massive Quincy. He pressed forward, on the verge of subduing his opponent, unaware of the danger behind him. Without hesitation, Yukinoshita Yukino released the bowstring, and the spiritual arrow, like a streak of white lightning, pierced the air with a sharp whistling sound. This arrow, imbued with powerful spiritual energy, struck the officer's left shoulder with lightning speed and precision.

The huge impact instantly knocked him to the ground, and dust flew everywhere.

The third arrow, the fourth... Yukinoshita's movements were as smooth as flowing water, each arrow taking the life of a Shinigami. The screams echoed across the battlefield, hammering like a death knell through the Shinigami's hearts. The Quincies' morale soared, and the originally declining situation was instantly reversed.

"Why!"

The captain of the 7th Division, Komamura Sajin, took off his mask, revealing his wolf head, and roared, rushing towards Yukinoshita.

His voice was almost a roar.

“It was you who told me not to hide my true feelings behind a mask. It was you who helped us, Soul Society, move forward! Why did you choose to attack us, Soul Society!”

Komamura Sajin's questioning voice echoed across the battlefield like the howl of a wounded beast.

He found it hard to understand why Yukinoshita Yukino, who had once illuminated Soul Society like the warm sun in winter and led them to a bright future, would turn her knife against her former companions.

Intense rage swirled within Komamura Saejin's chest like magma, threatening to consume him. His massive frame trembled violently with rage, his heavy breathing like the growl of a wild beast. The mane covering his wolf head bristled, each one sharp as a steel needle, and his ferocious face was as terrifying as a demon from hell.

However, facing Komamura Sajin's questioning, Yukinoshita Yukino's eyes remained icy, unwavering. Her slender fingers steadily drew the bowstring to full length, and a brilliant blue spiritual arrow shot directly at Komamura Sajin's brow.

"Because I'm a Quincy."

Yukinoshita Yukino's voice is as cold as ice, just like her name "Snow Princess".

Yukinoshita pulled the bowstring again, and a bright blue spiritual arrow shot out instantly.

"Whoosh-"

A brilliant blue spiritual arrow ripped through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound as it hurtled towards Komamura Sajin's face. A dangerous aura washed over him, and Komamura Sajin roared like a wounded beast. He raised his Zanpakutō, the Heaven's Punishment, high in his hand. The massive blade slashed through the air in a sharp arc, cleaving the incoming spiritual arrow in two with the force of a thunderbolt. The shattered spiritual energy splattered like tiny fireflies, flickering in the air for a moment before dissipating into nothingness.

Having split the spiritual arrow, Komamura Satsujin didn't pause. He suddenly exerted force with his legs, and like an arrow from a bow, his massive body rushed towards Yukinoshita Yukino. He raised the Heavenly Punishment high, and with the force of splitting mountains and splitting rocks, he struck Yukinoshita's head fiercely.

Facing the oncoming Komamura Sajin, Yukinoshita tapped the ground with her toes and quickly retreated, creating distance between them. At the same time, she swung her spiritual bow, unleashing a torrential stream of brilliant blue spiritual arrows, aimed directly at Komamura Sajin's vital points.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

Dense spiritual arrows whizzed in with the sound of breaking through the air, interweaving into a web of death, blocking all of Komamura's left evasive space.

The first spiritual arrow pierced his left shoulder fiercely, followed by the second, the third... The bright blue spiritual power exploded in his body, and the intense pain burned his nerves like a raging fire.

Komamura Sajin's roar shook the earth, like the roar of a wounded lion. He ignored the growing wounds on his body, wielding the Heavenly Punishment with even greater fury. A shower of azure spiritual arrows rained down like a torrential rain, each one imbued with a terrifying force powerful enough to pierce through steel. These arrows pierced his flesh, tore his skin, and left bloody holes in his body. Blood gushed out, staining Komamura Sajin's Death Hagi and the ground beneath his feet red. Waves of intense pain washed over him, but he acted as if he didn't feel them, his eyes filled with only blazing rage. Each step he took was incredibly firm, his heavy footsteps cracking the ground.

He braved the rain of arrows and approached Yukinoshita Yukino step by step, like a god of war fighting bloody battles, unstoppable.

He raised Heaven's Wrath high, and with unstoppable fury and momentum, he fiercely slashed at Yukinoshita Yukino. The blade, engulfed in wind pressure, emitted a piercing whistle, as if tearing the very air before him apart.

Feeling the fierce pressure of the divine retribution, Yukinoshita tapped the ground with her toes, leveraging the force to leap backward. Her white figure traced a graceful arc through the air, as light and agile as a falling snowflake. She landed steadily, creating a safe distance between herself and Komamura Sajin, barely avoiding the blow that could have split mountains and shattered rocks.

"boom!"

The divine punishment slammed down with immense force. With a deafening roar, the solid ground buckled under the weight, and hideous cracks instantly appeared, spreading like a spider web. Debris flew out from the immense impact, blasting everywhere like cannonballs.

The dust was everywhere, covering the sky and the sun.

The smoke and dust cleared, and Komamura Sajin's ghostly figure reappeared. His death suit was tattered, revealing bleeding wounds beneath. He looked like a demon crawling from hell. But the murderous glint in his eyes remained undimmed, intensifying instead.

"You bastard... Yukinoshita Yukino!"

Komamura Sajin's voice was hoarse and deep, each word forced from the depths of his throat, a beast-like growl filled with uncontrollable rage and pain. He panted heavily, each breath riling the wounds on his body, bringing waves of piercing pain. Blood flowed continuously from the wounds, staining the tattered Shikigami uniform and the ground beneath his feet red.

"Tell me! Everything in the past... was it all a lie?! All those battles, those laughs, those days we fought side by side... were they all lies you carefully wove together?! You deceived me! You deceived everyone! Why... why did you do this?!"

He practically roared his last words, his voice filled with despair and indignation. He clenched the Heavenly Punishment in his hand, as if pouring all his anger and pain into this Zanpakutō.

"answer me!"

Yukinoshita Yukino stood there quietly, looking at Komamura Sajin calmly, without a trace of emotion on her face.

"It's really nice to spend time with you guys,"

Yukinoshita's voice was completely still. "Sometimes I feel so moved that I want to cry."

"...Then what's going on now? Yukinoshita Yukino, what are you doing?"

Komamura Sajin's questioning voice still echoed in the air. He stared at Yukinoshita Yukino, as if trying to read some clue from her calm face. He hoped so much that Yukinoshita Yukino could refute him, give him a reasonable explanation.

However, Yukinoshita Yukino's answer instantly shattered all his fantasies.

"Because I'm a Quincy."

Yukinoshita Yukino, said so.

165

Chapter 165: The Battlefield Part 3.

Nana Ohba moved as swiftly as a cheetah, closing the distance between her and Toyokawa Shoko in an instant.

The Zanpakuto in her hand cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, and the blade flashed with a cold light, going straight for Toyokawa Shoko's throat.

Without hesitation, Shoko Toyokawa concentrated the surging spiritual pressure into her fist and punched forward.

The blade and fist collided violently, making a sharp metal clang sound that was deafening.

The collision of blade and fist unleashed a blinding burst of light, like thunder exploding in a clear sky, or fireworks at a festive celebration, instantly illuminating the profiles of the two men on the battlefield. A powerful shockwave swept out, dispersing the thick smoke and ruffling their hair.

The light from the explosion shone upon Nana Ohba's profile, gilding her fair skin with a faint golden glow, as if blessed by a divine presence. This light outlined her smooth yet resolute jawline, further accentuating the unyielding fighting spirit in her eyes. Her signature yellow twintails, tied into a banana-like shape, swayed violently in the turbulent air, like two blazing flames, symbolizing her blazing fighting spirit. The loose strands of hair on her forehead, whipped by the wind, drew sharp arcs in the air, adding a touch of heroic grace.

Her tightly pursed lips trembled slightly, and Xiangzi's figure was reflected in her eyes.

It reflects Xiangzi's face, which is full of complicated emotions.

Nana gritted her teeth, kicked her feet hard, and rushed towards Toyokawa Shoko again, chanting loudly: "End the performance! Yasha!"

She took the opportunity to release her Zanpakutō.

The sword, which was originally just an ordinary samurai sword, split into two in an instant, one long and one short, held in her left and right hands respectively.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Shoko Toyokawa's mouth twitched slightly.

It was a complex expression, a mixture of sadness, relief, and silence that was almost like giving up.

"...As expected, you are more suitable for using dual swords, Nana."

Nana didn't answer, but just slashed at Xiangzi with the knife.

She spun around Xiangzi at high speed, her two swords dancing in her hands like two silver snakes. The long sword sliced through the air with a sharp whistling sound, and each swing carried the force of thunder, striking Xiangzi's vital points. The short sword nimbly weaved between the long sword's attacks, like a venomous snake's tongue, waiting to find a flaw in Xiangzi's defense. The collision of blades and fists and feet sent bursts of sparks flying, and the clang of metal echoed throughout the battlefield. Nana's attack was as fierce as a storm, almost suffocating Xiangzi. The two swords in her hands worked perfectly together, both offensive and defensive, trapping Xiangzi firmly in the midst of the sword flashing and fighting.

However, this seemingly swift attack made Xiangzi scream.

"No... No! Nana, you should be stronger, more, more——"

"I'm not the Nana Ohba you know!"

Nana's voice was low.

Her body was pressed against Xiangzi's.

The blade of the long knife had already pierced Xiangzi's chest. Blood slowly seeped out from the tip of the knife, staining Xiangzi's chest red.

"Xiangzi..."

Nana's voice trembled, choking with sobs. "Why did you do this? Why did you betray Jinglingting? Why did you...attack us?"

It was clearly Nana who pierced Xiangzi's body, but her voice sounded as if Nana Ohba herself was pierced.

Xiangzi raised her hand with difficulty and grasped the blade that pierced her heart. Blood flowed down through her fingers, dripping into the soil and splashing fine dust.

“Relief…”

Xiangzi uttered a few words with difficulty, his voice so hoarse that it was almost inaudible, "This is... relief..."

She coughed violently a few times, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining Nana's clothes red, and also staining this land that was once full of laughter and joy red.

"You Death Gods... just wait patiently... to be saved..."

Xiangzi spoke intermittently.