Death: This Death is a bit unorthodox.

Why not accept the darkness of the world? Why not show the same ugly side as me?

He couldn't understand, and he was furious.

Chapter 217 Merits

In the outer area of ​​the Tsunayo family estate, above a pavilion slightly lower than the main family's council hall, dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and torrential rain poured down.

Aozaki Mayuki stood alone in the rain, letting the rain soak her entire body.

His fingers tapped lightly on the hilt of the Myriad Manifestations Blade, producing a rhythmic sound that seemed to blend into the raging wind and rain.

This pavilion has fifty floors and is about 250 meters high.

Standing on the edge of the rooftop and looking down, everything below seems so insignificant, giving one the illusion of being detached from the world and looking down upon it.

No one will disturb them.

This is an absolutely fantastic viewpoint!

The many elders of the Tsunayoshi branch family were hiding in the towering building at his feet, trembling uncontrollably.

The last defensive force of the divided family was closely guarded around the perimeter.

Aozaki Mayuki's spiritual energy dissipated beneath her feet, and without any restraint, she let her body tilt forward and plummet straight down!

In a state of complete weightlessness, he swiftly drew his Zanpakuto from his waist, and with each swing, the blade flashed, its power as sharp as cutting water, and its speed as swift as the wind.

When all things in the universe pierce the air, they emit a sharp and piercing whistling sound.

Meanwhile, on the top floor of the attic, the family guards and warriors were already on high alert, sealing off every entrance. There was not a single flaw to be found, whether in the stairwell or at the main gate.

The guards and assassins have been carefully trained by the Tsunayo family since childhood, and their combat skills are among the best in the group trained by many nobles. The eighty or ninety people in this pavilion are even more extraordinary.

Almost all of the elite forces from the branch family have gathered here, except for the man who has been placed under house arrest.

Logically speaking, even if the invaders possessed the strength of a so-called vice-captain, it would not be easy for them to breach this place.

After all, as long as you understand the characteristics of those strange Hollows' abilities, it's not entirely impossible to deal with them.

Moreover, the number of enemies is not much compared to the family samurai, and their actual combat strength is not outstanding among vice-captains.

The guards couldn't understand why the elders were so timid.

Last time we were invaded, our opponents were elites among captain-level powerhouses, and we were truly helpless then.

However, the threat posed by this invading virtual swarm is not that high, and there is no need to be so afraid.

Little did they know, these elderly people were afraid of cutting their hands on the double-edged sword!

"Hey! Someone jumped off a building!!"

Suddenly, a guard pointed in terror toward the window and shouted.

Before he finished speaking, everyone present broke out in a cold sweat.

This is not the human world; Shinigami cannot fly in the Soul Society.

This is already the top floor, and there are no other exits above.

So the question is, how exactly did that person jump from a height of over 200 meters?

Most people stared in disbelief at the figure suspended in mid-air, as if time itself had frozen.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind howled in from outside the window, accompanied by sharp wind noises and the restless sounds of spirit particles.

Everyone was astonished.

Is this a Shinigami wielding a Genpuku-type Zanpakuto, or a Quincy capable of manipulating spirit particles to fly through the spirit world?

Just then, an enormous spiritual pressure slash suddenly tore through the hard wall, sending splinters of wood flying everywhere.

The dark figure flew into the house as lightly as a bird. The young man in the black cloak hovered in mid-air like a ghost, holding a snow-white Zanpakuto tightly in his hand.

His arrival was like a storm, filling the entire room with a suffocating atmosphere.

Propelled by the strong winds, he landed steadily on the ground with graceful and swift movements.

However, this impression was quickly shattered.

He effortlessly tossed a guard standing to the side out of the building like trash!

The guard was terrified and disappeared into the rain before he could react.

This is the target location for Aozaki Mayuki's current operation.

When he was betrayed by the Tsunayo family, it was the old foxes hiding here who were manipulating everything behind the scenes.

He could leave the other members of the Tsunayo family to the Metastacias.

But he had to personally deal with these old guys who were behind it all to vent his anger.

Although it might seem troublesome, he couldn't get through to his goals without personally dealing with these enemies.

This narrow-minded man is true to his nature: he always seeks revenge!

There's still plenty of time; Aozaki Mayuki only needs to clear this floor and take down those old guys.

Under his spiritual perception, no matter how well those old guys hid, it was useless.

There is plenty of time; no one here can withstand his strike.

The guards stared in astonishment as the man in black raised a long sword that they couldn't tell if it was a Zanpakuto. Without thinking, they drew their Zanpakuto and surrounded him.

The two leaders stepped forward simultaneously, their blades gleaming coldly, and slashed down fiercely at Aozaki Mayuki's head with a sharp aura.

If judged by the standards of the Gotei 13, these two are definitely at the level of a seated officer and can easily defeat more than a dozen ordinary soldiers.

However, the enemy they faced this time was not an ordinary soldier, but Aozaki Mayuki, the captain of the 11th Division.

Aozaki Mayuki suddenly burst forth with astonishing speed, his figure vanishing from the spot in an instant, only to reappear behind the two guards.

The two guards were stunned and tried to turn around to deal with the situation, but it was too late.

In an instant, two blood-soaked heads rolled to the ground.

"monster!!"

Accompanied by screams that seemed to come from nowhere, the previously noisy crowd instantly fell silent. Everyone swallowed hard, their faces filled with terror.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar echoed throughout the corridor:

"He's an intruder! Everyone, attack him and kill him!!"

But just then, a cold voice suddenly rang out: "Don't rush."

The voice belonged to Aozaki Mayuki, and his words seemed to possess a certain magic, echoing continuously in the corridor.

The snow-white longsword that had been held by Aozaki Mayuki, gleaming with a cold light, was now pointing downwards at the tip.

No one paid any attention, but turned around to look at their surroundings upon hearing the sound.

The guards stood there dumbfounded, their faces filled with disbelief.

The hair is creepy.

The bodies of the companions around them had undergone strange changes at some point; their skin gradually turned green, and their eyes were surrounded by orange-red circles.

They looked just as terrifying and ferocious as those monsters outside that were possessed by the Void!

Four death squads, totaling thirty-two people, surged down the corridor.

These were guards who were unaware of the situation and came to reinforce them. They all had fierce looks on their faces, thinking that the invading Void had broken through and come to give them credit. If they could kill one of them, they could directly become a squad leader.

Chapter 218 Disgust

Aozaki Mayuki remained unmoved. No matter how many people came, it wouldn't matter. Once they saw the Kyoka Suigetsu hypnotic ritual, they would be unable to escape it.

An unconscious cognitive shift occurs in everyone's mind.

Half of the guards and assassins present began to show green skin, and their orange-red eye sockets were a symbol of monsters; their bodies were instinctively overwhelmed by fear.

They didn't even notice the unusual change in the situation; they were simply focused on slashing their teammates with their knives.

In everyone's sight, in the shadows at the end of the corridor, Aozaki Mayuki sheathed his Zanpakuto, his figure gradually fading into nothingness.

Amidst an overwhelming storm and hordes of monsters, the guards and assassins found themselves in an environment with no way out.

The guards and assassins rushed forward, their adrenaline surging with the fear of death. They leaped into the air, their Zanpakuto flashing with cold light, their spiritual pressure piercing the air, and the dissipating blue spiritual particles clinging to the blades.

Their madness unleashed extraordinary combat power, but unfortunately, they targeted the wrong person. No matter how hard they fought, it was not Aozaki Mazuki who was injured in the end.

Aozaki Mayuki weaved through the crowd, avoiding the chaotic fight among the guards, and occasionally used the power of the Hogyoku to intangibly transform the fallen guards.

It was something I did on a whim.

Since I'm going to die anyway, I might as well do my part for him before I die.

The attic was hollow. Aozaki Mayuki jumped out of the corridor and into the empty air. Spirit particles quickly gathered under her feet to form a foothold.

He used these footholds to walk in the air, guided by the spiritual pressure that permeated the entire pavilion.

Facing this group of Death Gods who had gone mad because they didn't want to die, he could have made things much easier by gesturing, but there was absolutely no need for it.

Let them kill each other; the effect will be the same, and death will come completely upon them.

Aozaki Mayuki smiled as a figure with spiritual pressure comparable to his two senior brothers approached.

He had just overlooked something strange: the Tsunayo family was missing a key fighting force.

To be precise, under the current circumstances, this combatant is indispensable.

The air was tinged with a faint white, like a thick fog.

The rain was pouring down, but walking in it felt stuffy and hot.

Even in the height of summer, the air shouldn't be this hot.

Metastacia and his men did not run away. They burst into flames and fell down, turning into ashes that scattered in front of Tsunayoshi Tokisada. In an instant, he felt refreshed.

Tsunayoshi Tokinada slightly raised the corners of his mouth. This scene had a sense of déjà vu. He was using the power of the strongest Shinigami to kill a Shinigami.

He suddenly caught a familiar scent, a cold and sinful scent.

The day he lost that woman's body, he smelled the same stench, the same stench emanating from those expressionless old men.