In Soul Society, love and bond begin

He didn't take the death around him seriously at all.

"Drink!"

A Death God officer rushed forward desperately, with dazzling lightning flashing on the blade, and slashed fiercely at the Quincy in front of him.

However, before the blade fell.

Then I saw a big hand waving by as if shooing away a fly.

"Snapped!"

Then, a headless corpse fell limply to the ground, and large amounts of sticky blood splattered on the ground.

Kuryashiki Ryoma gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, his heart beating heavily.

Suddenly, dozens of hungry corridors suddenly appeared behind him, forming a circle around him like a legion, surrounding the man in front of him in the center, without saying a word.

She seemed to have noticed his expression.

A bloodthirsty smile slowly spread across the tall man's face.

"Introduce yourself."

"Stellar Cross Knights, Holy Word H."

"Hercules, Hercules."

"He is a devout priest."

Kuriyashiki Ryoma's expression became increasingly solemn.

He held several black beads tightly in his hands.

......

On the mountainside.

Yamamoto Shigekuni stood quietly where he was.

Looking out at the distant land, there stood a pitch-black Broken World Passage that looked like the mouth of an abyss.

An endless stream of Quincies poured out from it, like white waves crashing against the dark reefs, intertwining with each other, and leaving a pool of scarlet blood.

After a long while, he finally asked behind him:

"did you find it?"

"Not found yet."

Yan Yuanjinle pushed his glasses and also looked extremely solemn.

The Quincy's offensive has lasted for a day and a night.

This is different from the previous offensive posture of attacking at multiple points and advancing from multiple directions.

This time, the Quincy Legion seemed to be only trying to occupy a sufficiently large foothold near District 28.

Thousands of Quincy formed into organized legions, each led by a member of the Stern Cross Knights. They attacked and defended, and did not advance forward on their own.

However, what actions the opposing Quincy took were not that important to people at the level of Yamamoto and Iwahara.

What was truly important was that within this seemingly powerful Quincy army, only ten individuals were detected with spiritual pressure responses comparable to those of captains.

The remaining people are nowhere to be found.

The most important thing is Yhwach's spiritual pressure reaction, which has never appeared on the battlefield.

Because of this, the Death God's side always remains vigilant and guards against sudden attacks from the other side.

No matter how much they underestimated these 'humans' from the real world, all the high-ranking members of the Shinigami side clearly understood that Yhwach himself was a strong man with combat power comparable to Yamamoto.

No one dares to ignore the existence of such a strong man.

Yan Yuanjinle's reconnaissance team has set up fixed detection coordinates in almost half of Soul Society, but there is still no news.

This reaction made him feel anxious.

"Is this so?"

Yamamoto simply narrated this in a low voice, his face expressionless: "It seems... he must have gone to find 'that'."

"Captain?"

Yan Yuanjinle turned his head in confusion.

Yamamoto calmly raised his head and looked up at the boundless sky.

If ordinary people want to enter the Palace of the Spirit King, they must pass the "key" of the sky.

His name is Wang Jian.

Without this key, neither Yamamoto nor Yhwach could reach that sky.

In order to reach the Soul King Palace, Yhwach will probably have to turn the entire Soul Society upside down, right?

Unfortunately.

As if he had thought of something, Yamamoto shook his head and chuckled:

"Do not worry."

"He will come out on his own initiative."

"but......"

Yamamoto said this while looking towards the distant Seireitei.

He doesn't care that much about the lives of the people living in Soul Society.

Most of the "residents" who do not need to participate in the battle and can stay quietly in the Soul Society are remnants of the earlier nobles.

No matter how many of these people die, he won't even frown.

The only ones who really worried him were Fujimiya and the others.

"...I hope this kid is smarter."

Looking at Yuan Liusai's appearance, Yan Yuanjinle subconsciously pushed the lenses on his nose.

Thoughtful.

......

Seireitei, Central Street.

Teams of Death Squad members, armed with knives and swords, marched through the streets and alleys under the leadership of low-ranking officers, their expressions solemn.

As veterans who have fought in many years of war, most of these soldiers from the Yuanliu class are aware of the cruelty of war.

Many times, if you are not careful, you may die from an inexplicable attack.

Therefore, it is almost instinctive for them to be fully focused on being on guard.

Kishida is one of them.

As the 15th seat of the 10th Division, he was leading his ten soldiers on patrol through the commercial street ahead.

As soon as he turned the corner, Kishida was startled.

In the shadow of the alley not far in front of him, a tall and plump figure slowly stepped out from the shadow of the corner of the wall, as if he had just walked through a door curtain.

"who?!"

Kishida suddenly let out a shout, and took out a shallow blow.

The soldiers behind him noticed the squad leader's roar, and also nervously drew their swords and looked cautiously towards the shadows.

However, the blonde beauty seemed completely oblivious to their vigilance. She opened her chest and smiled casually.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous!"

"I am also your companion."

She was clearly wearing a pure white uniform and a military cap. Her overall outfit was not exactly the same as that of the Grim Reaper, but it was very different.

But, that was all he said.

Kishida was stunned at first, and almost subconsciously put down the asahi in his hand.

Not only him, but even the soldiers behind Kishida also looked as if they had seen a familiar face and breathed a sigh of relief.

However, just looking at their expressions, there was nothing unusual.

Kishida even frowned in dissatisfaction and scolded, "Didn't we say we would patrol in different areas? Why are you in our patrol area again?"

"Go back quickly, or you Tsukishima Ten Seats will cause trouble for me again."

"Yes Yes."

La Ai agreed repeatedly, looking completely unconcerned, his head tilted as he put his arm around her shoulder: "But let me tell you, this young man."

"Do you know where the treasure called 'King's Key' is?"

"I need it urgently."

Kishida was stunned for a moment and looked at her in confusion: "Wang Jian? What is that?"

Seeing him like this, La Ai tapped his temple in distress:

"Sure enough, low-level Death Gods can't access this level of secrets?"

"what?"

When Kishida heard her say this, he suddenly frowned, as if he realized something was wrong.

But, only a little.

"it's okay no problem."

La Ai smiled and hooked her arm around his shoulder: "Hey, do you know where the highest-level Death God is nearby?"

"That's it... That's right! Captain!"

The moment these words fell, all the Death Soldier soldiers present looked at her.

It seems that he noticed something.

Kishida, who was in her arms, looked straight at her, his body trembling slightly.

A drop of cold sweat trickled down his temple.

Laai frowned.

Before she could realize what was wrong, a big hand suddenly patted her shoulder gently, with a frivolous voice.

"Hey."

"Although I'm not the captain, you can ask me if you have any questions."

The moment he heard the voice, La Ai's eyes widened and he turned around suddenly.

However, just as those seductive eyes turned behind her, her pretty face was completely covered by big hands, and the fingers and palms seemed to bury into her skull, squeezing it almost to crack.

In an instant, a huge force came down, like grabbing a rag, smashing it hard on the ground.

"boom--"

There was a dull thud.

The ground within a radius of more than ten meters was cracked like a spider web, with her headbutt as the center.

The ground seemed to jump violently.

The slender and plump figure was tucked into the ground like an upside-down onion.

Kishida and the others were now all sober. They stepped back one after another, looking tensely at the woman who was smashed into the ground, with a hint of relief in their eyes.

Fujimiya Makoto stood there, slowly shaking his hands and standing up.

He put one hand on his waist, looked down at her, and said casually:

"Ah, sorry!"

"My hands are a little slippery."

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