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

Iori watched this scene coldly, knowing that it was time, and turned around and waved to call Silla to his side.

"My Lord, do you have any instructions?"

The young man with brown skin and white hair waited respectfully, while Iori looked emotional.

It was really different from the previous Sheila... It made him feel a little bit sorry.

But Iori was not someone who would hesitate on such a matter. He patted Sheila's shoulder, and when the young man was flattered, he stretched out his finger and lightly touched his forehead.

Wow~

Silla seemed to hear the sound of water in his ears, his mind was in chaos, and his thoughts were washed over and over again by some invisible force... Gradually, his expression gradually became lively from dull, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he trembled slightly unsteadily...

Snapped!

Iori snapped his fingers, and translucent ripples passed by. Sheila fell directly to the ground as if all the bones in her body had been pulled out.

"I, I, I... Sir, no... that's not right! I... Father... No, I am, I am..."

[Faceless Man! Revolutionary Army! Aizen Iori! Ahhhh, all of you, die!!!]

The young man's expression suddenly changed, and his voice became as fierce as a wolf, but then it changed back again.

"No! Who are you?!"

Shira fell into great confusion, his mouth was incoherent, sweat kept dripping, and he was breathing heavily even though he didn't exercise... After a long time, his body stopped shaking, and he slowly raised his head to look up at Iori.

"Aizen-sama... I seem to have... something wrong... I actually, actually, for a moment... wanted to, uh! Ugh... wanted to, kill you!!!"

[Kill! Kill! Kill! Unforgivable! How dare you do this to me——]

"Shut up! Shut up!"

Silla screamed in despair, the ten fingers of the metal prosthetic limbs fiercely grasped her face with so much force that bloody cuts were left.

But he seemed to feel no pain at all. He suddenly jumped up and crawled over on all fours like a wolfhound, hugged Iori's feet, and rested his forehead on them - one could feel his body twitching intermittently due to excessive excitement.

"How could I have such a horrible thought? This must be the temptation of the devil!

...Please...Please, Master Aizen! Please remove the demon from my mind!"

[Kill him! He must be killed! He is the devil! No, he is the god of death! ]

An adult male collapsed and cried loudly, with blood and tears mixing together, making him look like a madman.

Not to mention Will and the others were startled, even Iori frowned slightly.

It seems that too much force was used... After all, among all the "patients", Silla took the most medicine. The others only had their minds modified, but this guy's deep consciousness was completely distorted.

How pitiful... No, not pitiful at all.

"Ahhhh!"

Sheila's cries were so mournful that people couldn't help but feel sympathy for her, but Iori, whose legs were hugged by someone, had an extremely cold voice.

"I can not do it."

"...Ah? Lord Aizen, are you going to abandon me?!" Sheela was more terrified than angry.

[Alright! Now we can start! I will kill you and all the people involved! Lingchi! Chopping!]

"How could this be... I am willing to give you everything I have, why... why can't you give me redemption?"

"I can not do it."

Iori repeated, his tone cold: "Because the so-called 'devil' is you, it is the nature lurking in your soul, it is your original appearance.

On the contrary, you are now just a mirage created by me, just a byproduct of brainwashing."

"Me? No, no way! That's not me! How could I possibly want to kill—"

"When did you develop the illusion that you were yourself?"

Iori said bluntly: “From the beginning to the end, Sheila was just a scum, a villain, and a scum that I used as trash.

As for now... it has no use anymore, so let it go back to where it belongs."

【asshole! ! ! 】

"…I can't possibly…lie…I'm definitely not…"

Sheila collapsed and knelt on the ground, looking up at Iori with tears on her face like a stray dog: "Lord Aizen...you, don't want me anymore?"

"..."

Iori didn't answer, and it was unclear whether he was speechless or didn't want to waste any more energy.

But Sheila seemed to have her own answer——

"Yeah... that's it... it's all 'my' fault! It's all that 'devil's' fault!

If it weren't for him, Lord Aizen wouldn't have disliked me!

If he had never existed in the first place, I would have been able to follow you forever!

The devil! The devil! "

Xila stood up with a grim face, walked to the edge of the city wall, turned around, glanced at the nervous people, and finally looked at the mask without any expression.

[Wait! What are you doing?! Idiot! Stop it!]

"Lord Aizen... I will kill the devil called 'myself'! Please... please accept my loyalty once again!"

"...No, that's impossible."

Even in this situation, he did not choose to comfort the other party: "I don't want to deceive you. I never thought of letting 'Xilla' survive from the beginning. Even if you look different from him, in fact your existence itself is also attached to him. You are a tree without roots and water without a source... After the brainwashing is lifted, you will disappear soon.

only……

Yes, if it's just for 'you', then I have to admit:

You are my best subordinate, Sheila."

"…Sayunara, Master Aizen."

「Nooooooooooooo!! How can I die in such a ridiculous way──」

Silla closed her eyes contentedly: "To get your approval, is there anything happier in the world than this?"

Whoosh—Puff!

The young man fell backwards, his body falling from the high city wall and crashing into the knight statues on both sides of the inner gate. The long stone sword raised high pierced his chest, and a large amount of blood gushed out, dyeing the statues red...

The black-haired young man Will came to the wall and looked at the miserable corpse below with deep eyes but expressionless face.

“You could have let him die without knowing anything, but you ruthlessly revealed the cruel truth.

But from another perspective, you didn't let him perish in ignorance, but gave him the opportunity to decide for himself... Can this be considered a kind of "gentleness" to a temporary personality that is nothingness?

I, don’t understand…”

"After seeing this, do you think I'm cruel?"

Will heard what Iori said and shook his head slightly: "No, I am not a rookie who has never seen blood, and I have long known from others what kind of person Silla is...

It would be a waste to shed even one tear for such a bastard. This painless death is definitely a privilege for him."

"You've grown a lot, Will." Iori nodded with relief.

Although these passionate young people may be stubborn, they are definitely not stupid. On the contrary, they have great potential for growth.

Having followed Iori across most of the empire, witnessed so many things, killed so many villains, and come into contact with ordinary people from all walks of life... Will at this point is much more mature than in the original book.

"There is no time for you to be sad and depressed - listen to my orders!"

Wow!

As soon as Iori said this, there was a sound of silence on the city wall.

"Lan, lead the team to search for Minister Ernest. He is not a man who will hold out until the last moment. He must be in the process of escaping. Find him and kill him.

The rest doesn't matter, but I want a complete head, understand?"

"Yes!"

"He has a way to counter ordinary imperial weapons, but it can only work on one person. Let Sai Liu protect you."

Iori paused for a moment, then continued, "The remaining people will be divided into four teams. Under my banner, they will start from this city gate and enter the inner city of the imperial capital to suppress the rebellious soldiers. There is no need to occupy any territory, but those soldiers who have lost their minds and started wantonly destroying the city - no matter which side they are on, will all be severely punished!"

"As ordered!"

"As ordered!"

……

After receiving the task, everyone quickly divided into four combat teams and planned to set out to stabilize the situation.

With their numbers, it would be impossible to protect the entire imperial capital, but they could charge along the main roads, eliminate the soldiers who had turned into wild beasts, and make an example of them - it would be no problem.

"Hmm? General, you won't be joining us?"

Will suddenly found that Iori didn't seem to want to participate in this operation, and couldn't help feeling a little strange.

"I have another job."

Iori quietly gazed at the imperial palace in the center of the imperial capital, narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of anticipation in his tone.

"Don't be impatient... After all, heroes always appear at the most critical moment!"

Volume 80: White Moonlight of the Seireitei: Chapter : [National Guardian God: Supreme Throne]

【The Savior of the Wicked】

Category: CG style

Level: ~

Quality: ~

Rewards at a glance: Painting style value +2

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Although it was just a symbolic addition of a "2", it was also able to produce a CG, which really gave Iori an unexpected surprise.

He was not too moved by Sheila's death. In his opinion, this was the fate Sheila deserved, but it was postponed until now in order to squeeze more benefits from her.

Looking from a high place, the imperial capital is like a huge soup pot. Soldiers and civilians are like being engulfed by some invisible hot soup, passively rolling with the changes in its tide. Various visible and invisible fierce conflicts are staged every moment.

Even though the revolutionary army had stressed the need to observe military discipline, the situation continued to spiral out of control after they captured the imperial capital... Fighting the remnants of the imperial army scattered throughout the city had left them on edge, and they were easily irritated.

Now it is just sporadic, small-scale killings and robberies, but if they are not stopped, the soldiers who have tasted the sweetness will turn evil and degenerate at an alarming rate, and even their direct superiors will be helpless.

——Compared to the tragedy that is about to happen in this city, there is nothing to be sad about Sheila’s death.

He is just an inconspicuous wave in the tide, and it is as muddy as mud~

Iori looked down from a high position, watching his elite team enter the city and begin to suppress disobedience and restore order, but due to the scale of the situation, it was like adding a few drops of cold water to hot soup, and it did not solve the fundamental problem at all.

Then, he took out an imperial weapon that looked like a compass and had a yin-yang fish pattern engraved on it: [Dimensional Array·Shangri-La].

——He had made some preparations in advance just in case, but now it seems that his expectations have unfortunately come true... This force must be activated.

hum!

hum!

hum!

Under Iori's mental control, huge teleportation arrays appeared on the cleared streets, followed by groups of well-equipped and awe-inspiring soldiers. There were actually thousands of them one after another, and the leader was none other than Esdeath!

"Imperial capital, I haven't been back for a long time."

Esdeath had anticipated the teleportation, and although Iori had stated in advance that it was only a "backup measure", both of them knew that it was inevitable.

"Vali, put on the flag of the 'Masked Grim Reaper' that we prepared in advance, disperse and move in teams of 100, and suppress all the disorderly soldiers who are causing chaos and committing illegal acts, regardless of their affiliation!"

"Understood, Lady Esdeath."

Wally, acting like an old butler, agreed respectfully. Then his temperament changed and he began to command his troops to enter the city to fight in a swift and decisive manner. His calm demeanor showed that he was an experienced old general.

This unit is the elite selected by Esdeath from the army. Although in terms of average combat power, they may not be able to compare with Iori's direct subordinates, the important thing is that they are almost 100% obedient to her. Even in this "boiling pot", they can follow orders and will not be swept away by the tide and lose their direction.

These thousand people plus Iori's hundreds of men, such an elite combat team appeared in the imperial capital, dealing with those undisciplined guerrillas was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. No one could stop them. They quickly suppressed the nearby blocks and expanded it to the entire West City.

Esdeath was also eager to try. For a battle maniac like her, it was impossible for her to return empty-handed from the battlefield. She must hunt a few valuable prey to quench her hunger.

However, ordinary fighters did not interest her, and Iori asked her to conserve her strength as an opponent that would satisfy her would appear soon.