They traveled through time at the same time, but the villainous scientist

Chapter 450 Ryujin Jakka and Hogyoku

A black crescent moon tore through the sky, heading straight for Aizen's face with a cleaving motion.

That was the manifestation of spiritual pressure condensed to its extreme, and it was also the strongest attack that Kurosaki Ichigo could unleash at this moment.

However, faced with this attack that was powerful enough to split tall buildings and cleave the earth, Aizen Sousuke did not even move an inch.

He simply raised his left hand, fingers spread, the movement as casual as if he were brushing away the dust in front of him.

The jet-black crescent-shaped beam struck Aizen's palm just an inch away, as if it had crashed into an invisible, absolute wall.

The violent spiritual pressure that formed the crescent moon began to disintegrate. Starting from the very front, like an ink painting being ignited, it silently and rapidly dissipated and decomposed, turning into the most primordial spiritual particles that dissipated into the air.

In the blink of an eye, the attack, which was enough to make even a captain-level Grim Reaper wary, vanished without even causing a ripple.

"..."

Beneath the bone mask on Ichigo Kurosaki's face, his pupils were contracted to their maximum size.

"Fall down, Nifu."

Just as Aizen neutralized the attack, and everyone was stunned by the absolute difference in power, a mocking yet cold voice rang out.

Hirako Shinji had appeared behind Aizen at some point, his Zanpakuto reversed, emanating a strange, fragrance-like spiritual pressure.

Oh? Is it the same type of Zanpakuto as my Kyoka Suigetsu?
The moment this thought flashed through Aizen's mind, the world before him was suddenly turned upside down.

Heaven and earth, left and right, front and back—all sense of direction is forcibly reversed at this moment.

The aged figure of Captain-Commander Yamamoto appeared "behind" in his senses, but in reality, he charged in from the front.

Kurosaki Ichigo's black lightning struck "below" in his vision, but actually struck down from above.

The whole world became a distorted and absurd funhouse mirror, and everything he perceived became a trap pointing to the wrong things.

This is an olfactory illusion that uses specific scents to manipulate the enemy's perception, completely reversing their sense of direction.

It's now!

"Roar!"

Driven by his fighting instincts, Ichigo Kurosaki followed Hirako's instructions and launched a charge from an inverted position.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's figure was like a ghost, without the slightest unnecessary movement. His aged fist was enveloped in extremely concentrated spiritual pressure, aiming straight for the heart of the enemy.

Pfft——!
This time, there was no illusion, no parry.

Zangetsu's broad blade and Yamamoto's seemingly withered fist pierced Aizen Sousuke's chest from the left and right.

Blood gushed out, staining his pristine white captain's haori crimson.

It worked...?
As Hirako Shinji looked at the figure that had been pierced through, an unbelievable surge of ecstatic joy welled up in his heart.

Even Aizen, if struck in a vital spot by both the Captain-Commander and Hollowfied Ichigo, would have no chance of survival!

Huh~
A soft laugh reached the ears of everyone present.

The "Aizen" who was pierced through did not show any pain on his face, but instead had a mocking smile on his face.

The next moment, his figure, like a shattered mirror, broke into countless glittering fragments with a crisp cracking sound, and vanished.

It's another... illusion!
"Oh no, Ichigo, everyone! Close your eyes! Don't look at his Zanpakuto!"

Hirako Shinji was terrified and let out a desperate scream.

But it was too late.

"Break it into pieces, Jing Hua Shui Yue."

Aizen's calm voice rang out from the other end of the battlefield, like the final pronouncement of a god.

He held the seemingly ordinary katana in his hand, and as the Shikai incantation descended, an invisible wave instantly spread throughout the entire Seireitei.

In that instant, the world before the captains, who were engaged in fierce battle with the Espada, suddenly distorted.

"Swastika! Daiguren Hyōrinmaru!"

Hitsugaya Toshiro's ice wings had already unfolded, and he was about to completely freeze Harribel when the enemy in front of him suddenly turned into Hinamori Momo.

His offensive faltered, and he was deeply shaken.

In that fraction of a second of delay, Halibel's "Scorching Current" roared in.

"Jie Jing·Senbonzakura Kage Yan!"

Just as Byakuya Kuchiki's countless blades were about to strangle Zomari Lulu, the enemy in his sight turned out to be his own sister, Rukia Kuchiki.

His arm, which was controlling the blade, suddenly paused involuntarily.

For top-tier experts, any hesitation in battle, even a momentary sensory disturbance, can be enough to determine life or death.

"The outcome of this battle was decided the moment you saw me draw my sword."

Aizen appeared behind Hirako Shinji and Kurosaki Ichigo, his tone as calm as if stating a fact.

He didn't even use the blade; he just casually swung the back of the knife, as if shooing away annoying flying insects.

boom!boom!
Two muffled thuds rang out, and before Hirako Shinji and Kurosaki Ichigo could even react, they were blasted away by an irresistible force, crashing into a distant cluster of buildings like cannonballs, kicking up clouds of dust, their fate unknown.

The entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence at that moment.

Aizen looked around, admiring the drama he had personally directed, a drama called "Despair," with a gentle smile still on his face.

His gaze finally settled on the aged figure that had remained motionless throughout.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.

He slowly raised the wooden staff in his hand, the staff that had accompanied him for a thousand years. The outer layer began to peel off and carbonize, revealing the true blade hidden within.

"Everything is reduced to ashes."

A deep, ancient chanting voice arose.

"Flowing blade like fire!"

boom--! ! !
Flames soared into the sky in ways that defy description.

That was no ordinary flame; it was a hellfire that used spirit particles as fuel, enough to incinerate everything. The temperature of the entire Seireitei rose sharply at that moment, the moisture in the atmosphere evaporated instantly, and even distant buildings began to spontaneously combust and melt.

Seireitei was transformed into a sea of ​​fire.

"Oh?"

A hint of admiration finally appeared in Aizen's eyes.
"This is the strongest and oldest fire-type Zanpakuto. It truly lives up to its reputation."

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni did not answer; he simply pointed the blazing tip of his sword at the ground, and his aura surged once more.

It was as if even the space itself could not withstand the heat, and it let out a mournful cry of being overwhelmed.

"A scorching hell."

He calmly uttered four words. This was not the name of a move, but a declaration.

He wanted to unleash all the power he and Ryujin Jakka had accumulated over a thousand years in this one instant.

This power is enough to completely erase the Seireitei and everything within it from the Soul Society.

He was prepared to perish together with Aizen, and with the land he had protected for a thousand years.

"What admirable resolve, Captain-Commander."

Aizen's smile remained unchanged; he seemed completely unaware that he was at the epicenter of destruction.

"But do you really intend to blow up the entire Seireitei and all your subordinates?"

"From the day I joined the Gotei 13,"

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's voice, like the raging flames that seemed to burn the heavens, was utterly devoid of emotion.

“All Shinigami are prepared to sacrifice themselves to protect the Soul Society. I am no exception.”

"That's a perfect answer."

Aizen nodded, seemingly quite satisfied with the answer.

But the next moment, he raised his hand and pointed behind Yamamoto Genryusai.

"Unfortunately, I don't need them to have this kind of awareness."

Before the words were finished, a strange figure appeared out of thin air. It was a small, vacant-eyed, seemingly mindless Arrancar.

He opened his mouth and took a deep breath into the scorching inferno that could incinerate everything.

An incredible scene happened.

The flames, powerful enough to reduce everything to ashes, were drawn in by an invisible black hole, transforming into a massive torrent of fire that was relentlessly devoured by the broken face.

In just a few seconds, the scorching hell that had set the sky ablaze and the seas boiling vanished.

Seireitei has returned to its original appearance, but the air still retains a suffocating heat.

"This……"

All the surviving Grim Reapers on the battlefield wore expressions of despair. Had even the Commander-in-Chief's last trump card been so easily neutralized?
"I forgot to tell you."

"【Hogyoku】possesses the power to turn people's desires into reality."

I just made one small wish—

"The desire was to create an Arrancar that could completely counter Ryujin Jakka," and so he was born.

Aizen's voice drifted over.

As Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni looked at the Arrancar that had devoured all his flames and was even burping, a flicker of doubt crossed his murky eyes for the first time.

But that wavering lasted for less than a second.

He abruptly plunged his Zanpakuto back into the ground, and his aged body advanced instead of retreating, charging towards the Arrancar named "Prince of Extinguishing Fire" at an even faster speed than before.

"Double bones!"

There were no flames, no demonic paths, only two fists enveloped in ultimate power.

boom!boom!
Two crisp sounds, like watermelons shattering, rang out. The Fire-Extinguishing Prince, who had just devoured the scorching hell, didn't even have time to react before his entire body was smashed into a shower of minced meat by Yamamoto Genryusai's two simple, unadorned punches.

"Even without your Zanpakuto, you are still the one standing at the top."

Seeing this, Aizen once again sincerely sighed,
"As expected of the strongest in Soul Society for a thousand years."

However, he abruptly changed the subject, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"However, the heat absorbed by the Fire Prince has not yet disappeared."

As he spoke, each of the shattered, flying fragments of flesh and blood began to expand rapidly, radiating an energy light that was even more violent and unstable than the previous scorching hell!
Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size.

He understood Aizen's plan.

This Arrancar's ability is not to "extinguish" the flames, but rather to "store" the power of the flames within his body.
My attack just now, while shattering him, was equivalent to simultaneously detonating hundreds or even thousands of bombs containing the energy of a scorching hell!
If these bombs were to detonate simultaneously, their power, while not as great as the complete fiery hell, would still be enough to completely level most of Seireitei!
There was no time to think; the responsibility to protect Seireitei had become an instinct ingrained for a thousand years.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's body moved subconsciously.

He spread his arms wide, using his aged body to face the impending explosion of flesh and blood, attempting to suppress and stop the massive explosion that was destined to happen.

boom--!!!!!!

A terrifying explosion, forcibly suppressed to a very small area, occurred. The devastating energy shockwave slammed into Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's body.

The smoke cleared.

The power of the explosion was successfully contained, and most of the buildings in Seireitei were preserved.

But the price was that Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni was charred black all over, kneeling on one knee like a candle flickering in the wind, his arm holding the sword was blown to pieces, and his breath was extremely weak.

Opposite him, Aizen Sousuke stood silently. The aftershocks of the explosion tore apart his shihaka robes, revealing his muscular chest.

In the center of his chest, a deep blue gem radiating an unusual light was perfectly fused with his flesh and blood, like a beating, brand-new heart.

That was the core of his entire plan, the supreme object capable of twisting cause and effect and fulfilling his desires—the [Hogyoku]...

(End of this chapter)