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

“That rumor does have some truth to it, but it is also undoubtedly a propaganda offensive.

Because that is simply a 'Death God' made up based on my image!"

Iori smiled and said, "But don't be too nervous. Although my position is the 'God of Death', I am not a truly omnipotent god. I am just a little bit stronger than ordinary people."

These words left the four speechless, and Esdeath's eyes became even more dangerous:

Is this a disguised way of belittling her?

"Maintaining the balance of the world... this is really enlightening."

Chi Tong murmured, "No one knows where you came from, nor what criteria you use to select your prey... Yes, if it's the 'God of Death', then everything makes sense!"

The girl felt that all the clues that had been there all along were finally connected into a complete clue at this moment, and the word "Death" was used to solve the many mysteries surrounding Iori.

Because he is not a living person, his background is completely unknown. Because he is committed to maintaining balance, he kills those criminals who have caused a large number of innocent casualties!

Even if we intervene in the current chaos, it is to quell the disorder as soon as possible and restore normal social order as soon as possible... I understand, I understand!

"It may be hard for you to believe what I am saying, but I really am—"

"I believe you!" The black-haired girl said decisively and seriously, "You have never lied about important things, and... do you have any need to deceive us?"

This was clearly stated, and although it was a bit hurtful, Iori really didn't need to care about their feelings.

The only one who can truly influence the overall situation is Esdeath, and Esdeath's "loyalty" to Iori is unshakable.

"I have one more question."

Akame was quite excited, but Nadezhda had more to consider. The one-eyed female general stared straight at Iori, as if trying to understand his heart.

“Why go out of your way to tell us the truth?

You now have enough power to change the world, and you can shape a new order according to your own wishes. No one can resist you. Telling others your true identity at this time... will only increase the variables, right?"

"Yes, you are worthy of me. You saw the key point right away."

Iori said calmly: "I confessed this secret because I have something important to entrust to you."

"...It's really unpleasant to hear." Chelsea looked as if she had boarded a pirate ship and was in a dilemma. "But I don't have the right to refuse, right?"

Iori smiled silently, acknowledging her judgment.

Then, he looked around again, taking in the expressions of the four people, and said slowly: "As you can see, I am very different from ordinary people.

As the god of death, I have an extremely long 'lifespan', so I will not rush for quick success and instant benefits, nor will I waste national strength in pursuit of immortality. I also do not have the greed of secular emperors. For me, a country and even the whole world that is in a stable state for a long time is the most important thing. "

Everyone nodded, this was consistent with what Iori had said before about the duties of the "God of Death" - to maintain the balance and order of the world.

He said this to explain to the four people that if he became the supreme ruler of the empire, he would definitely cultivate and recuperate with the people and make restoring the country's vitality his priority.

This policy undoubtedly impressed Nadezhda and Akato, and made them reaffirm their beliefs:

It turns out that following Iori was the right choice!

"But seriously, I'm not fit to be a ruler."

Iori changed the subject and continued, "It's not that I don't have confidence in my personal abilities, but the objective conditions do not allow it.

As the God of Death, I have a very large area to govern, and the continent where the Empire is located is only a part of it. Even if I pacify this place, or even ascend the throne to become the Emperor... I cannot stay in the Empire forever."

"Are you going to leave once the world is at peace?!"

Chi Tong was the first to react. Her expression was extremely serious, with a hint of reluctance hidden in her beautiful red eyes.

"but……"

"I'm not leaving forever, I just leave here for a while from time to time, and my return date is uncertain."

Iori spread his hands and said, "But an emperor who disappears at any time is undoubtedly very scary for a country that has just stabilized. The people will be uneasy, and various ambitious people will also have thoughts that they shouldn't have."

"Indeed." Nadezhda nodded. "So what? How are you going to solve this problem?"

"First of all, of course, your support!"

Iori said frankly: "Especially Esdeath and Nadezhda, one is a military commander and the other is a wise commander. If we leave the military affairs to you, there won't be too many problems. This is the most important thing.

As long as the army is stable and can suppress dissatisfaction everywhere, then various livelihood policies can be smoothly implemented.”

"I agree." Nadezhda nodded. "Don't worry, I firmly support you on this issue!"

"As long as you give the order, I will naturally obey it. This is our agreement." Esdeath said coldly, "After all, whether you are alive or dead, your strength is higher than mine."

"Ah!"

Iori glanced at the queen and smiled.

"I know you have always thought about surpassing me one day, but now you hear that I am not a living person but the 'God of Death'.

You doubt that you are not as good as me in life form, so you are not motivated and even a little resentful, right?"

"..."

"But what if I could make you a 'Death God' as well, like me?"

"What did you say?!" Esdeath's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"This is not a joke. As long as you can complete my orders and perform well... I can give you this opportunity."

Iori frowned, "But I have to make it clear in advance that this matter is very risky, because you are a living person in this world... not a resident of Soul Society. I cannot confirm whether your soul can perform the same ritual. Any accidents are possible during the process."

"But if I succeed, will I also have those magical abilities like you?"

Regardless of the risks, Esdeath only asked one thing: "Can you make me stronger!?"

"...Okay." Iori nodded seriously, "I will try to preserve your body, not damage your original strength, and then work hard to develop your soul power... just like me."

"Okay!" Esdeath was full of confidence. "As long as there is a possibility of success, there is no reason why I can't do it - I want to become the 'God of Death'!"

This guy's heart for strength is so pure... If there's a chance, I'd send her to the 11th Division or Hueco Mundo.

It’s just that it’s a bit troublesome to lead people across the world, as if “they have to be their own possessions”?

Hmm... Her Majesty may have to make some sacrifices~

"I still need a shadow warrior."

Iori turned to look at Chelsea: "A reliable Kagemusha who can't find any flaws and won't reveal any secrets!"

"..."

Chelsea ignored Iori's expectant look, pretending not to hear the implication, and lowered her head and pretended to be dead.

But at this time Nadezhda blinked, pointed at Chelsi and said with a smile: "Doesn't that mean there is a ready-made candidate? Do you think Chelsi can do it?"

"Yes, she is indeed quite suitable!" Iori also suddenly realized, "Don't you think this is a coincidence!"

"..."

Chelsi glanced at Nadezhda dimly and said, "We are old acquaintances, why are you trying to trick me like this?"

"This is a necessary sacrifice for the better future of the people, Chelsi~

Besides, I’m doing this for your own good!”

The one-eyed female general smiled and said, "When Iori chose to bring you here, he had already decided everything in his mind... You should also know what that means."

Chelsea was silent. She was the ace killer of the Revolutionary Army and had seen everything. Naturally, she understood one thing:

When someone opens up to you, even telling you something that is not to be shared, it not only means they trust you, but they are also laying their cards on the table and forcing you to make a choice.

Given Iori's overwhelming military advantage, is it possible for Chelsea to refuse?

No!

"It's okay, you can refuse, and please rest assured that I am not the kind of person who would say one thing and mean another or settle scores later.

If you don't want to, I will erase your memory, pretend that this incident never happened, and look for the next suitable shadow warrior - although he is destined not to be as good as you."

Iori looked at Chelsea: "So, I still hope you can agree."

"Why me?"

Chelsea was still puzzled: "Your face is hidden under the mask, and no one has ever seen it - in fact, they can't see it at all, so isn't it easy for someone else to pretend to be you?

I believe that besides me, many people can do it!"

Her imperial weapon [Gaia Foundation] has the ability to transform into the image of another person. She can instantly complete the transformation regardless of gender, age or status, and perfectly replicate everything from voice to appearance. It is definitely the best choice for infiltration and assassination.

It was easy for her to impersonate anyone she wanted, and being a shadow warrior was no problem at all for her.

The reason why she was hesitant was not because the mission was difficult...but rather, it was too easy, which made her feel uneasy.

She believed that to be Iori's stand-in, there was no need for the assistance of an imperial weapon. She just needed to have someone disguise themselves and maintain the persona of the "masked man".

Therefore, Chelsea couldn't understand: it was obvious that other experts and veterans could be found to be the shadow warrior, so why did they choose her as the imperial weapon user?

She is a member of the revolutionary army...

"Generally, shadow warriors are temporarily replaced when the main body needs to attend certain occasions in order to reduce the risk of being assassinated. So as long as the image fits and it won't be exposed in a short time, and can go through the process smoothly, it's fine.

But I have higher requirements for the shadow warrior. Not only must the external image remain consistent, but the voice, movements, tone, habits... every detail cannot be wrong. During my absence from the empire, another 'Aizen Iori' must be perfectly recreated!

To do this requires perfect acting skills... You are the only one I know who can do it."

Iori said sincerely: "I chose you not to use your imperial weapon [Gaia Foundation], but because I admire your superb acting skills.

I believe that as long as you are willing, you will never let anyone see the flaws!"

"maybe."

Chelsea couldn't help but raise her head, feeling a little proud.

In order to make full use of [Gaia Foundation], she has put a lot of effort into her acting skills, which has reached a superb level. When she plays a certain person, she not only imitates his or her words and deeds, but even delves into his or her inner thoughts... as if she is really that person.

This is not the special ability of the imperial weapon!

"I am indeed the only one who can do this."

The orange-haired girl paused, still a little hesitant. After all, once she agreed, it would mean completely betraying the Revolutionary Army and joining Iori's army.

"Although there are many dirty things within the Revolutionary Army, it is an organization that my companions and I have paid a huge price to maintain. I don't want to do anything that is harmful to it..."

"If I become the new emperor but I am often away, there will be a lot of government affairs for the shadow warriors to handle. You can do what you want and benefit the people of this country - isn't this what you have always dreamed of?

The revolutionary army also promised to treat the people well, but do you trust yourself or others?"

Chelsea was obviously shaken: "This..."

Iori raised his lips slightly and offered her an offer she couldn't refuse: "Also, as a god of death, I don't have any material desires. Royal jewels, rare treasures, like diamonds and pearls as big as a fist... Anyway, I don't care. Whoever wants to use them can use them."

"—!"

Chelsea's eyes turned red, and she glared at Iori with clenched teeth: "You're tempting me with this? Who do you think I am?"

"You do not want?"

"I mean, you have a really good eye for people!"

Volume 79: White Moonlight of the Seireitei: Chapter : Sheila: I am a dog of Master Iori

After the showdown with the four people, the subsequent battle to capture the imperial capital was unremarkable.

Iori did not send anyone to assassinate Bud directly, but kept his promise and used [Shangri-La] to divide the revolutionary army's death squad into four batches and transferred them into the city one after another.

As a result, the decisive battle was immediately triggered. The elite troops of the revolutionary army gathered together and desperately attacked the defenders of the north gate. When Bud, who was at the east gate, wanted to rush to the rescue, he was stopped by the imperial weapon user of the revolutionary army.

The chaos continued for a while. Will, a subordinate of Iori, and Brad in the [Night Raid], each wearing imperial armor, launched the attack at the agreed time, and with the help of internal and external forces, they broke through the west gate, which had the least defensive pressure!

Iori's men quickly seized the city wall, but considering it a waste of such elite troops to engage in street fighting, Iori simply ordered them to firmly control the west gate and simply garrison there.

Afterwards, the revolutionary army, having received the news, sent a vanguard into the imperial capital, and they quickly defeated the defenders who came to assist.

After confirming that it was not a trap - they obviously did not completely trust Iori, the top leaders of the Revolutionary Army gave the order for a massive attack. Several legions of tens of thousands of people rushed in at once, like a turbid and unstoppable flood!

Military police, garrison troops, guards, revolutionary army, nobles' private soldiers... so many troops fighting together, even for the imperial capital, it was too crowded. In the huge and intricate streets, attackers and defenders quickly mixed together, and even officers could not control them, turning it into a tragic battlefield like a quagmire!

At this time, Will, who was watching the battle on the city wall, admired Iori's foresight:

Although the hundreds of men under their command are elite, no matter how sharp a knife is, it cannot cut through taffy. Once they are caught in such a tangled battlefield, they will certainly be unable to move forward.

"The Imperial Army is about to collapse." Shila was also observing the battlefield. Although he was a scumbag, he did receive an elite education and quickly judged the situation.

Just as he said, although the battle situation seems very tense at the moment, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the morale of the imperial army has collapsed after the city was captured. The only reason it has not completely turned into a one-sided defeat is simply because it is too chaotic and many soldiers don't know where to go if they want to escape.

Bud could still barely control his subordinates, but it was undoubtedly a pipe dream to want to turn the tide in this situation.

He forcibly broke free from the revolutionary army's imperial weapon user, and relying on the armor that could control thunder, he rushed all the way and led his men directly to the palace, intending to take the little emperor away and make plans after escaping from the imperial capital. Maybe he would have a chance to make a comeback then.