You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

The blond youth looked up, sensing something, and his pupils suddenly contracted:

The Quincy King, dressed in a deep red coat, stood right before him!

"king……"

Yhwach glanced at him, then turned and walked out of the prison without saying a word.

It was only then that Hasward was surprised to discover that the cell, forged from killing stones and covered with a dense array of barriers, had its doors wide open.

He walked out with a sense of disbelief, and the shackles on his wrists fell off with a thud. The cut was very smooth, as if something had severed them without his knowledge.

Feeling the reactivation of the spiritual energy pulses and the control over the surrounding free spiritual energy, Hasward had no doubt that all the restrictions on his body had been lifted and that he had absolutely no backup plan!

Could this not be a conspiracy by the Seireitei?

He instinctively looked ahead, seeking a response from Yhwach, but all he received was a detached profile that vanished before his eyes.

Flying Kick!

It's an extremely skillful Flying Slash kick!

Hasward was on high alert and dared not be careless. Ignoring his fellow prisoners, he vanished from the depths with a flash of spiritual light and arrived at the upper level of the [Morcelain Nest]. Following the spiritual traces deliberately left by the man, he quickly reached the outside. Along the way, he did not trigger any alarms. He did not know whether it was simply good luck or that he was shielded by some unseen force.

...This is the outskirts of Rukongai, a wilderness area that has not yet been developed.

Following a strange intuition, Haschward hardly needed to actively search for the opponent, who could clearly execute a perfect Flying Kick, but each time deliberately left behind a spiritual trace that would dissipate in about half a second.

Ordinary Shinigami and Quincy could not track it, but to Haschwalth it was as obvious as autopathing in a game.

Moreover, even without clues... every time I use the Flying Kick, my body will involuntarily tilt to a certain angle, which is the guidance of my bloodline and instincts.

As they drew closer, the thrill became more and more pronounced—an attraction that only a "king" could possess!

Even if the one before wasn't the real Yhwach, it at least had a similar core!

No matter how advanced the technology in Soul Society is, it's impossible to create something so "realistic." Even Haschwalth was starting to lose control of his emotions.

Could it be that the king has really returned?

By this point, the blond youth had essentially ruled out the possibility of a conspiracy by Soul Society, and even began to rejoice, truly believing that the other party had been reborn once again.

Yhwabach miraculously survived!

The Flying Kick was incredibly fast, flashing around almost instantaneously, and quickly arrived near the person Hasward had sensed.

Looking at the other person's figure from afar, although it was just a back view, it gave people a mixed feeling of unfamiliarity and familiarity, but the "sacredness" that Hasward sensed was the only one that could make people worship from the bottom of their hearts. The soul contract could not be wrong.

The man before us is none other than Yhwach!

"Your Majesty, welcome back."

The blond youth ran his hand through his hair, and his haggard face regained its radiance. His dry blond hair became smooth and neat, like silk—as if he had applied hair gel.

The handsome Hasward knelt on one knee, one hand on his chest and the other clenched into a fist, and spoke with utmost respect to the figure behind him.

"I never doubted this day would come!"

"Your Majesty? Are you calling me?"

It was a relatively young voice, and the tone was quite different from Yhwach's, seemingly with a hint of teasing and playfulness.

"Ok?"

The blond youth looked up, and the other person turned around, revealing a face... It was someone Hasward knew but had never met face-to-face with.

"You! Why you?!"

"This performance is truly disappointing."

The deep red coat remained unchanged, but the black-haired uncle had transformed into a handsome young man, the Grim Reaper.

The man chuckled softly, "Weren't you just calling me 'King'?"

"you!"

Hasward's eyes widened, filled with bewilderment and shock.

"You are—Aizen Iori!"

Chapter 505 is, of course, a declaration of allegiance!

"So you do recognize me," Iori smiled slightly.

Although Iori's active period was short, his brilliance was too dazzling. Whether among the Shinigami or Quincy, the name Iori was widely known.

He stopped teasing Haschward and focused all his attention on the blond youth in front of him: he recognized this Quincy who looked like a prince on a white horse.

After all, even in the incredibly stylish Bleach series, Haschwalth's looks are among the best, and in terms of sheer glamour, he might even be number one—at the same time, he is also extremely powerful.

(Of course, Iori always believes that the most handsome male character in shonen manga is Uchiha Sasuke.)

He was the commander of the Sternritter, making him Yhwach's second-in-command.

"If I misled you, then I'm truly sorry. I didn't mean to pretend to be that way to deceive you; it would have been more efficient to lead you out of the [Morcelain Nest]."

Iori said calmly to the astonished Haschward, "I think you've already guessed it—Yhwach is dead!"

"..."

The blond youth's eyes widened instantly, his pupils shrinking to their limit, but he quickly calmed down, revealing an expression as if he had been prepared all along. Hearing this news, he felt a sense of relief, as if a weight had finally been lifted from his shoulders. He had long since given up hope anyway, and this was simply a second confirmation.

Yhwach is dead, yet Aizen Iori can perfectly mimic his aura... It seems the Soul Society is plotting something, perhaps setting a trap to wipe out the Quincy in one fell swoop.

"hehe!"

Hasward took a deep breath, and blue spiritual energy gathered in his hand, shaping it into a rapier-style saber.

He didn't think he had a chance to kill Iori, since Iori couldn't possibly be alone and must have brought helpers.

However, Hasward was still prepared to fight to the end!

That's right, Yhwach is dead, and Haschwalth no longer has the will to oppose Seireitei.

However, he still had some affection for his fellow Quincy!

He didn't want to stand by and watch his compatriots be exterminated; at the very least... he couldn't become an accomplice!

Did I fall for their trap?

Haschwald's voice was low and menacing. "If even I can't tell the difference, it means no Quincy can distinguish the real from the fake... How vicious!"

"Fell into a trap?"

"You already have victory in your grasp, and it would be fine if you wiped them out, but do you have to use this method to give them hope first, and then cruelly plunge them into the abyss of despair?"

Death, I despise you!

As spiritual pressure surged and free spiritual particles flickered in the surrounding atmosphere, Haschwalth, as the Quincy second only to Yhwach, was capable of easily defeating Yamamoto if he were to fight back with his life on the line.

Although his resistance might seem futile and laughable in the eyes of the Soul Society, he was not going to sit idly by and wait to die—he wanted to die with some dignity.

"Want to fight me?"

Iori narrowed her eyes slightly. "Let me make this clear first, I mean no harm. I just want to discuss some things with you."

"I will not betray my own people!"

Hasward misunderstood something, misinterpreting Iori's meaning on his own, and a resolute look of defiance appeared on his face.

Perhaps after losing their purpose in life, they felt that this ending wasn't so bad.

"I hope you won't find it boring to have me as your opponent, Captain Aizen."

Complete liberation!

The spiritual pressure, far exceeding that of an ordinary captain, burst forth even more powerfully. The surrounding land and atmosphere were broken down into countless basic spiritual particles, which gathered on the blond youth. Blue wings unfurled behind him, and a halo of laurels seemed to rise above his head.

【Complete Holy Eucharist】!

The blond youth dared not underestimate Iori and immediately entered his strongest battle mode!

"There probably aren't many Shinigami who have seen this form. Only a very few Quincy, like Rijebaro and me, have received the King's blessing and have fully mastered this higher level of power... However, Rijebaro and I are different. I am not a wide-area annihilation type and will not cause too much damage to Soul Society—no need to worry, bring it on!"

Iori looked her up and down with great interest: "Actually, I've never understood the relationship between your 'sacred script' and 'Perfect Holy Body'? Is it like Shikai and Bankai?"

"No, the sacred script is the script that Quincy have been branded on their souls after they obtain the blood of God. It is also the manifestation of their soul's greatest potential, just like the Bankai of you Shinigami."

The 'Quinnite Final Form' significantly enhances combat power from a fundamental level; it is the ultimate secret of the Quincy!

Hasward's expression was solemn: "The [Perfect Holy Body] goes even further than that, it is a new life form that reorganizes one's own spiritual structure into the most suitable form for the 'Holy Script' to exert its power!"

In this state, the Quincy are practically invincible... but since we lost to you, it means that we are ultimately not strong enough.

In any case, let this move bring an end to the history of the Quincy!

"【Perfect Holy Body】...Interesting."

Iori nodded. In his previous life, when he read the manga, he didn't really understand it (partly because the manga had too many complicated settings later on), and he always compared the "Perfect Body" to the Bankai of the Shinigami.

Upon closer examination, it becomes clear that the abilities of a Shinigami's Zanpakuto differ significantly between its two release phases, sometimes even leading one to question whether it is the same sword.

However, the [Perfect Holy Body] did not bring many changes to the ability attributes, but gave an exaggerated increase in the base value. In addition, it expanded the application scope of "Holy Script" - which is actually a bit like the Devil Fruit awakening in the neighboring One Piece.

Iori now has Holy Script, although it hasn't awakened yet, but we can look forward to her future "Perfect Holy Body"... Hopefully it will be a cool design!

"I hope I can develop it soon."

"……also?"

Faced with Hasward's question, Iori chuckled and shook his head.

Looking at Iori, who stood motionless in place, Haschward gripped his saber tightly, with arcs of eerie blue spiritual energy dancing on it.

"Are you waiting for me to make the first move, by not making any move?"

He has never been a person with a strong desire to attack, especially since all his original weapons have been confiscated, and now he can only fight with the most basic means... But he was inexplicably excited, and his body seemed to be unable to hold back.

"Strike first is the strongest!"

Hasward released countless spiritual particles from his body, and then appeared in front of Iori almost instantly, his slender military knife flashing with blinding lightning as he slashed at Iori.

In response to this attack, Iori merely extended one finger—

Clang!

"impossible!"

Haschwald stared in disbelief at the scene before him, his spiritual pressure becoming unstable due to the intense fluctuations in his emotions, and the wings on his back flickering erratically.

Because his sword blade was actually blocked by Iori's fingertips!

Where the blade touched the skin, faint blue spiritual patterns flashed, attracting Hasward's attention.

"This is... the Blood Stasis Armor?"

The blond youth was even more astonished: "But how could this be... Who exactly are you?!"

"I am just a Quincy king who is passing by."

Iori narrowed her eyes and lightly tapped her fingers, firmly locking Hasward's blade in place.

"The Grim Reaper couldn't possibly be... Could it be... no, it's a completely different system of power!"

It's understandable that Haschwald would be surprised, because the Bloodstained Armor is a special skill exclusive to Quincy, and even among Quincy, only purebloods have enough aptitude to activate it.

In other words, it can be regarded as a kind of innate ability that is absolutely impossible to learn without the bloodline of a Quincy, let alone become powerful enough to block his attack.

The Grim Reapers used Yhwach's remains to create an empty shell with an identical aura—this was something Haschwalth could understand.

But there's no reason why we should learn the technical skills as well!

Especially this level of defense...

It should be noted that after Haschwalth activates [Perfect Body], his spiritual pressure and physical strength are greatly increased. He doesn't need any skills; he can crush ordinary captain-level Shinigami or ordinary members of the Sternritter based solely on his stats.

And he also has the blessing of "Holy Letter B":

The ability represented by 【B】 is "The Balance", which directly inflicts misfortune on the other party through the sword. The things that are misfortune become extremely vulnerable in the face of one's own power.

It sounds like a skill that's hard to evaluate precisely, but it's quite terrifying in actual combat.

In layman's terms:

No matter who he attacks, he always has the advantage in terms of compatibility, and those he opposes always inexplicably lose points, just like in "Final Destination," when bad luck strikes and there's no stopping it.

And this is just the most basic effect. He has also developed the Holy Script quite well. With its enhancement, it makes it easier for him to break through the opponent's weaknesses, while making it difficult for the opponent to launch an effective attack on him.