In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Fujimiya Makoto found that her body seemed to have grown a little compared to the beginning.

In addition, her physical ability and ability to control metal have obviously improved a lot compared to the beginning.

but.

not much differences.

Fujimiya Makoto casually shook off the sticky marks on the blade, swept his cold eyes over the two of them, and said mockingly:

"Is this the extent of the power that Yhwach bestowed upon you?"

"Quincy."

"Asshole!" Metalu stared at him with a tense expression, her voice filled with uncontrollable anger. "How dare you...insult His Majesty!"

"How can lowly creatures like you possibly comprehend the greatness of His Majesty Yhwach?!"

As the roars continued, Fujimiya Makoto clearly saw that Metalu's body was indeed growing as her emotions changed.

If she was just like a naive girl of twelve or thirteen at the beginning, her current body shape is probably closer to that of a green fruit of fourteen or fifteen years old.

【It’s so noisy! 】

[My Fujimiya is the biggest in the world! And Ishigaki is even more special!]

【Come on, big brother who loves naked pears! 】

[I'm going to peel the bitter tea seeds off this guy and make tea with them!]

"you shut up!"

Fujimiya Makoto's face was filled with black lines.

"Tsk! As expected...the Grim Reaper!"

Metallu gritted his teeth and spat.

The little hands behind her back unconsciously covered her tight skirt.

When he thought about what this guy had said in front of Lord Yhwach in front of the two armies, he became even more alert.

If you lose to him, the outcome will be worse than death!

Thinking of this, when Metalu looked at him, a very determined light suddenly appeared in her eyes.

"That power...even though it's impossible to grasp, it must be used."

Metalu secretly made up her mind.

The image of the God of Death among the Quincies was completely destroyed by him alone.

However, Fujimiya Makoto had no intention of letting these two guys survive.

He extended his blade and pointed it at the two people in front of him.

"Wandering in life, dreaming of death, binding truth and determining falsehood, tracing cause and effect—"

"Imperial Purification Drama!"

The moment the words of liberation fell, the shallow sword in his hand turned into a black and red wild sword that was more than four feet long.

The black and red ribbon at the bottom of the hilt fluttered slightly.

The tip of the knife touched the ground.

This time, Fujimiya Makoto no longer had any desire to chat with them, he just wanted to kill them quickly to silence them.

He walked forward quickly, the tip of the knife dragging behind him, making a sizzling sound of metal scraping against the ground.

Fujimiya Makoto spoke in a calm tone:

【First, let's make a promise. 】

[The loser will become the other party's slave for eternity.]

Almost at the moment he opened his mouth, Fujimiya Makoto's clear male voice and Xiao Podao's childish cry resonated synchronously, ringing completely in the ears of both of them.

Metallu and Pieck simultaneously looked past him and further behind him.

A door that looked like a gate to hell appeared behind Fujimiya Makoto.

Even if they just stood there, they couldn't suppress the strong feeling of oppression in their hearts.

It was as if the vast area centered around Fujimiya Makoto had become a "stage" belonging to him alone.

Their lives have become scripts that can be edited and modified at will by the host.

That strong sense of oppression from the rules doesn't seem like an illusion at all.

"Pique!"

"It's the rules system!"

Almost at the moment when she felt the oppression, Metalu called out to Pieck.

Pique also stretched out his hands towards Fujimiya Makoto in a very tacit understanding.

"Eliminate him!"

Invisible waves spread out from his hands.

However, neither Fujimiya Makoto's figure nor the gate of hell standing behind him wavered in the slightest.

"how come?!"

Pieck and Metallu looked at the scene in front of them in shock.

As a rule-based ability developed from the power of annihilation, in their hearts, Lord Yhwach's "rules" are supreme.

However......

The behavior of the man in front of them trampled underfoot what was considered a theorem in their hearts.

Metalu subconsciously widened her eyes.

Could this man even ignore His Majesty's rules?!

At the same time, the interface that appeared in front of Fujimiya Makoto was the same as usual.

【Yousheng·Free World】

【The pampered giant beauty】

[The day of the evil depravity of the pious nun (Warning from the yellow-haired perspective! The tortoise retreats!)]

【Underground Prison Chamber】

[An indoor stadium where you can't leave without knocking everyone out]

[The heretic who deceived the hero]

Except for the last one, none of them look very serious.

However, just when he was about to choose the heretic, he suddenly found that one of the items in one row had more confusing hints than usual.

Fujimiya Makoto looked at the group of nuns.

"what is this?"

"click."

In the moment this thought flashed through my mind.

Metalu and Pieck's pupils constricted at the same time.

The world in their eyes turned into invisible darkness in an instant.

[The Free World: The Day of Evil Fall of the Godly Nun]

【Subject: Betrayal! Delusion! Faith!】

[Background: The delicious souls of the devout nuns have attracted the Minotaur Demon from beyond the realm! Be careful, nuns! If you're not careful, you'll become the demon's slave.]

[Rules: The Nun's Faith vs. the Bull-Headed Demon's Temptation]

[Note: There is only one true victim! Yhwach! (Xiao Podao's words)]

The words on the panel flashed in Fujimiya Makoto's eyes.

When the darkness in Metallu and Pieck's eyes faded away, they subconsciously moved away and looked around vigilantly.

However, when they saw the scene before them, they couldn't help but reveal a hint of astonishment in their eyes.

"Where is this?"

Metalu stared at the scene in front of her in a daze.

What appeared in their sight was a large, spacious church.

The plaster statue standing at the front of the church is carved with the face of Johann Sebastian. Surrounding him are twenty-three thinly dressed angels, kneeling on both sides in an arc, each holding a musical instrument in their hands.

The stained glass on the towering walls cast a bright light, but the scene outside could not be seen clearly.

Around the church, a circle of cold candles was lit, emitting a ghostly glow.

The church was dimly lit and the atmosphere was cold.

Blood was slowly flowing on the ground covered with a dark red blanket.

Faintly, there seemed to be the sound of hymns chanting, but it seemed to be there and not there.

"Metallu, have you seen this church?"

“N-I didn’t hear… eh?!”

Almost at the moment she heard the sound, Metal suddenly stopped and turned her head sharply to look in the direction of Pieck.

The next moment, the young girl almost popped her eyes out.

Pique, who was standing not far from her, was still tall and strong, but his figure had obviously become more feminine and pear-shaped. His long, slightly curly dark yellow hair was draped over his body, and his originally square face had become extremely beautiful. The heavy curve in front of his body was so explosive that it could easily cover his toes.

At the same time, the pure white Quincy uniform on her body turned into a tight black nun's outfit.

If her left arm wasn't still the metal arm, the girl probably wouldn't have recognized this guy at all.

Metalu's face had an apocalyptic expression, as if she had seen a ghost.

"P-Pike?"

"you?"

The young girl spoke with difficulty.

Pico looked at her in confusion at first.

Then, he seemed to realize that something was wrong and looked down at himself.

The next moment, a miserable scream was heard from the church, as if Palu and Lalafei were being skinned alive.

"Where's that bastard?!"

"I'm going to kill him ahhhhhh!"

Pique, who usually can't even say a word even if he is beaten three times, now has an extremely sad and angry tone. He looks around with red eyes, looking like he is ready to fight at any time.

But it’s understandable when you think about it.

After all, his second child was lost.

Metalu quietly pressed the hem of her skirt and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Not long.

At the same time, she turned her head to look at the number [3] marked above Miss Peake's head and frowned secretly.

The single spiritual wing behind the two was still burning.

This state can't last long...

However, just as Metalu turned her head and looked at the statue.

Fujimiya Makoto slowly straightened his collar and walked towards them along the red carpeted road.