In Soul Society, I just want to retire

Bylergan released a King's Flash, with wisps of green smoke rising from his palm.

"What a pity for this kid. If he weren't so proud, it would be nice to have him under my command." Bylergan seemed to be talking to himself.

There was no trace of Aizen in the hall anymore. It seemed that the young man had been blasted to ashes by a King's Hollow Flash.

But in the next moment, the knife flashed, and Bylergan's right arm flew out directly. After seeing this scene, countless Daxu at the scene fell silent.

what happened?

Only Sal Apollo was filled with shock.

Bailegang... What are you doing? Why are you fighting with the air?

Among so many people present, Sal Apollo was the only one who had not seen the Shikai of Kyoka Shuiyue, and he was the only one who could remain sober.

Bylergan covered his broken arm in pain. Although it was just a pile of bones, he could still feel the pain.

"Oh my, is this the so-called strength of the King of Hueco Mundo? I'm so disappointed." Aizen suddenly appeared in front of Bylergan like a ghost, with a sarcastic smile on his face.

Bailegang felt like every bone in his body was about to break. What happened? Why was I stabbed?

Shouldn't this kid have died just now?

"Wang Xu..."

Just when he was about to launch the King's Hollow Flash for the second time, his other arm was also cut off by Aizen.

Bylergan howled and lay on the ground, unable to believe that all this was true.

I am the king of Hueco Mundo, but I lost to a little kid.

"Byakunt, your era has passed. You can choose to kneel down at my feet and submit obediently, or become a dead soul under my sword. I am a very democratic person and I give you the right to choose." Aizen pointed his sword at Byakunt.

Bylergan never expected that the battle would end so quickly, and with his complete defeat.

"Impossible, this is impossible! It must be an illusion. Your Zanpakuto's ability is to create illusions, right?" Byakugan could not accept this fact at all and shouted madly.

It took a lot of effort for me to gain my freedom, it took a lot of effort for me to break free from that dark cell, and it took a lot of effort for me to return to the throne of king.

I haven't even started to sit on the throne yet, how come it's being taken away by someone else?

Where does this kid come from?

He looks like just a little kid, but he's even stronger than me, the king!

This is impossible!

Bylergan still wanted to resist, but looking at the glaring illusion, Bylergan was scared.

If his head is chopped off he will die.

There is nothing better in this world than being alive.

"You...what do you want?" Bylergan asked in an unwilling tone.

"Of course, it's to take back what originally belonged to me." Aizen still had a friendly expression.

But at this point in time, this expression looks more like a cunning fox.

"I want to be the king of Hueco Mundo, kneel down." Aizen said the most domineering words in the gentlest tone.

Bylergan looked at the young man blankly.

If I kneel down in front of so many people, no one will believe me anymore.

It will never be possible to become the king of Hueco Mundo.

But if he insisted on his dignity, the boy would chop off his head in the next second. Judging from the look in his eyes, he was definitely not joking.

Only one second passed in the outside world, but Bylergan had thought about countless things. Finally, he was completely desperate. His knees softened and he knelt down with a thud.

The entire hall was in complete silence. The other Daxu had never expected that the king they had rescued with such great effort would turn out to be someone else's subordinate, and a god of death at that. This transformation was unacceptable to them.

Aizen strolled to the front of the throne, turned around and sat down, looking at the Hollows below.

"I can see the unwillingness in your eyes. Are you unwilling to submit to a god of death? It doesn't matter. Anyone who is unwilling can come up." Aizen's eyes revealed arrogance and contempt.

This expression is really inappropriate for a thirteen-year-old boy.

"Whoever can kill me can seize the throne of the King of Hueco Mundo. But I can tell you, tonight, those who obey me will prosper, and those who disobey me will perish."

The nerves of these Hollows were provoked by Aizen's words, and they all revealed terrifying murderous intent.

Among them, there are more than twenty large Hollows of the Yachukas level, and there are many Hollows of other levels.

The entire hall fell into deathly silence.

Suddenly, someone yelled and rushed towards Aizen.

With this goal in mind, all the Great Hollows rushed forward desperately.

Only Sal Apollo retreated quietly.

He had no idea about this young man's background, and he would not risk his life for an insignificant title.

The following battle was just as Sal Apollo had expected, a completely one-sided crushing defeat.

Once you are caught in the mirage, it will be impossible to surpass Aizen.

On the way to rescue Bylergan, all these Hollows witnessed Jinghua Shuiyue's liberation intentionally or unintentionally.

As long as you are controlled by illusions, numbers are useless.

A bloody storm suddenly broke out!

Broken limbs and arms were flying all over the sky!

The battle between so many powerful people ended in just ten minutes.

The hall was littered with blood and flesh, with only one man sitting majestically on the throne.

"It seems that no one opposes me now."

That person's name is...

Aizen Sosuke.

Welcome the birth of the new king.

Chapter 115: Sar Apollo, it all depends on you

Aizen looked at the sea of ​​corpses and blood below him with a smile on his face.

All those who had the courage to rush forward were killed, and the remaining timid ones knelt on the ground trembling.

This includes Bylergan.

"My throne! The throne belongs to me! How come it's gone before I could even warm up to it? My whole life has been ruined by you, master and disciple..." Bylergan wanted to cry, but as a skeleton he had no tears and could only swallow them down.

"What about you? What do you mean?" Aizen turned his gaze to Sal Apollo.

This is also a Vastod-level Hollow.

If a fight really breaks out, it will take some effort.

During the melee just now, Sar Apollo did not rush forward, and when other great voids were paying homage, Sar Apollo did not kneel down.

Aizen was also a little unsure what this Hollow meant, as Sal Apollo was not controlled by Kyouka Suigetsu.

If a fight breaks out, it will take some effort.

"Ah! Me? Sorry, I was distracted just now. I don't care. It has no effect on me who becomes the king of Hueco Mundo. I am a scientist, and my favorite thing is all kinds of scientific experiments." Sal Apollo placed his hands on his chest and bowed slightly.

When Aizen heard the other party's identity as a scientist, his eyes lit up.

What he lacks most now is scientific talent.

If I want to combine the power of the Shinigami and the Hollow, I need this kind of person.

He also still remembered the scene ten years ago when he merged the power of the Shinigami and the Quincy.

I almost died from physical collapse.

It won’t work this time.

This time there is no teacher to watch over me, and I absolutely cannot merge without being completely sure.

"Very good. Welcome to join us." Aizen accepted Sal Apollo very open-mindedly: "If I am not in the Kyūya Palace, Bylergan, Sal Apollo, everything in the Kyūya Palace will be in the hands of you two. Don't let me down!"

"Absolutely not, don't worry." Sal Apollo showed a coquettish and charming smile.

Aizen was still a little excited. He didn't expect that he could recapture the entire Hueco Mundo in just one night.

This kind of life is too exciting.

"Okay, I still have things to deal with, so I'll go back to Soul Society first. If anything happens that we can't handle, notify me immediately." Aizen stood up from the throne and was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something very important. He turned around abruptly and stared straight at Sal Apollo.

Sal Apollo felt inexplicably uneasy when he was stared at.

"You just said you are a scientist, right? Can you read and write the language of Soul Society?" Aizen asked.

"Of course, Lord Aizen." Sal Apollo said respectfully.

A smile curled up the corners of Aizen's mouth. "That's good. Here are two jobs for you. Let me test your work ability."

Sal Apollo didn't expect that he would get a job so soon, and he immediately smiled happily.

"Here are two self-criticisms, one of 10,000 words and the other of 20,000 words. You must complete them tonight and hand them to me tomorrow morning." Aizen said with a gentle smile.

The smile on Sal Apollo's face froze instantly.

Writing a self-criticism... what the hell...

Before he could say anything else, Aizen had already quietly left.

Looking at the two reviews in his hands, Sal Apollo could only smile bitterly. His new king was really interesting.

Byakugan watched Aizen leave, staring straight at the throne in front of him, wishing he could sit on it right now.

"I didn't expect that even though you have become a Hollow, you are still so interested in power. If you dare to sit on it, I will definitely report it to Lord Aizen." Sal Apollo said jokingly.

Of course, Bylergan also knew what the price would be if he dared to take the throne privately. This was a symbol of power, and no one in power would tolerate others threatening his position.

"Damn it, I get it. If I endure for a while, everything will be fine. If I take a step back, the sky will be wide open. Sooner or later, I will take back the throne!" Bylergan kept swearing in his heart.

And that damn master and disciple, I really put my life in your hands. Don't give me the chance to take revenge, otherwise I will make you regret it.

……

The next morning, Aizen successfully obtained two letters of apology, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

No wonder so many people in this world like power. This thing is really good. You don’t even have to write a self-criticism yourself.

I just don’t know how good Sal Apollo’s writing style is.

However, when he thought about how he swept through the Hueco Mundo last night, Aizen couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"Calm down, calm down, Aizen, how can you be so happy about such a small thing? You are a man who is going to sweep the world! You are going to bring about great reforms to the entire Three Realms, and you must never be proud of it. Calm down." Aizen took two deep breaths and found his teacher with a self-criticism.

"Teacher, I have finished writing the review you asked me to write. Please check it." Aizen ran to his teacher with two reviews with a smile to ask for credit.

Yamabuki Ditang was holding the pipe between his fingers.

"Why are you grinning like an idiot? Did you have a sweet dream last night? And you finished writing 30,000 words in one night... Is your hand okay?" Yamabuki Detang looked at Aizen suspiciously.

I wrote 30,000 words by hand in one night...

Not to mention this era, it will be extremely difficult to achieve even in the future information society.

It is already difficult to type 4,000 words in an hour on the keyboard. You should know that long-term typing is not a competition. Ordinary people's fingers will become sore and their efficiency will decrease after working for one or two hours.

Even if you use voice input, 30,000 words in one night, will your throat be damaged?

Yamabuki Ditang flipped through the two self-criticisms with a puzzled look on his face. His own was very beautiful, but...

It doesn't look like Aizen's handwriting at all. As his teacher, he is most familiar with Aizen's notes.

"Aizen? Did you ask someone to write it for you? How many times have I told you that people should be honest?" Yamabuki Detang asked.

Aizen, however, countered his move and said with a smile, "Teacher, you can rest assured. I wrote this with my left hand. Isn't this to distinguish it from my own handwriting? If others find out that I wrote it for you, you will be so embarrassed, right?"

"Well! Good, you still think about me. The teacher's love for you is not in vain." Yamabuki Ditang had vaguely guessed that this kid didn't know who to ask for ghostwriting, and he wrote 30,000 words in one night.

But this has nothing to do with Yamabuki Detang. Anyway, my medical examination report has been written. What does it matter to me who wrote it for me?

"Didn't you sleep all night last night? Look at your eye sockets, they're all blue. Sleep here for a while. I'll hand in the examination and come back later to sing a lullaby for you." Shanbuki Ditang said.