In Soul Society, love and bond begin

The same situation as when they changed their outfits.

At this time, Fujimiya Makoto also changed into a full set of black formal suit.

Not only that, there is a pair of pointed black horns on both sides of his forehead.

At the same time, there is also a number marked as [three].

——Fujimiya Makoto·Minotaur Mode.

He dragged the knife in his hand and walked briskly towards the two of them.

As if noticing Metalu's gaze towards his horns, he turned to look at the young girl and said in a gentle tone:

"Surprised?"

“This can be removed.”

As Fujimiya Makoto spoke, he kindly pulled the bull's horns and put them back in place.

"What the hell is this place!"

Before Metallu could open her mouth, she heard Pieck's anxious roar.

Fujimiya Makoto smiled, pointed to his temple, and said calmly: "The memory should have been instilled into your brain, right?"

"Try to remember?"

The moment she heard these words, Metalu subconsciously searched her memory.

Almost the moment she began to recall, information inexplicably appeared in her mind and emerged silently.

Fujimiya Makoto explained calmly, "As nuns, the more resolute your faith is, the longer you can fight me."

"The candles burning dimly around you represent the time you have left."

"As long as you can kill me within this time, you win."

He looked at the bewildered expressions of the two women in front of him, then suddenly smiled: "However, during this period of time, I have three chances to [seduce] you."

"Every opportunity can be used to set a 'rule'."

Fujimiya Makoto raised his blade, looked at the two people in front of him, and smiled calmly:

"The consequence of failure is eternal slavery."

"so..."

"Please run as fast as you can."

......

Chapter 155: Survive

The dim candles surrounding the entire church burned slowly.

But when the corresponding memories emerged in their minds, they suddenly felt that the fire was burning so fast.

Metalu looked at the surrounding flames and made a quick estimate in her mind.

Fifteen minutes? No, ten minutes!

Only ten minutes?

Defeat this guy?

The moment she realized this, an unacceptable sense of absurdity broke into the girl's heart, and even her gaze towards Fujimiya Makoto was a little dazed.

How could such an outrageous thing happen in this world?!

Moreover, time is measured by their beliefs?

While it was absurd, Metallu couldn't help but feel humiliated and ashamed.

How could her faith in His Majesty Yhwach be so cheap?

This strong sense of mental shock, when transferred into action, turns into a powerful attack at all costs.

"Stop kidding me, asshole!"

"Our faith in His Majesty is not something you can insult!"

Metallu's eyes widened and she screamed.

The blazing wings of spiritual light rose up behind him, and he suddenly opened his arms towards Fujimiya Makoto.

This time, her attack lacked the overwhelming and terrifying momentum of before.

However, when Fujimiya Makoto narrowed his eyes slightly, he saw that every angle of his body was completely surrounded by metal lines as thin as hair, with no blind spots.

Metallu used all his strength to push his ability to control metal, constantly strengthening the toughness and hardness of those metal threads.

When all these properties are converted to the 'nanometer' scale, they become 'sharpness'.

Even for Metal, this level of control is extremely difficult.

There were faint traces of sweat on the girl's temples.

There was a raging fire burning in those platinum eyes.

He suddenly brought his hands together towards the middle.

"Go to hell!"

Countless metal threads that were impossible to detect with the naked eye suddenly seemed to tear through the space, strangling into this narrow space from all directions. One could even vaguely detect fine sparks splashing between the dense collisions of silver light.

Bricks, chairs, stained glass, black satin hanging from the ceiling...

Everything that stood in the way of this offensive was silently split in two.

All the 'slashes' were directed straight towards the man in the middle.

However, I don’t know if this is an illusion.

In Metallu's platinum eyes, Fujimiya Makoto's calm smile was reflected.

My heart skipped a beat.

"Zheng——"

The next moment, countless metal wires were cut into a ball at the same time, bursting into fierce sparks and gathering an inch in front of Fujimiya Makoto.

His figure disappeared and reappeared.

Still standing there.

It was as if... those threads didn't touch him at all.

No! I didn't touch it at all!

Metalu suddenly felt certain.

None of the metal wires could feel the touch of flesh and blood!

Fujimiya Makoto looked at the stunned expression on the girl's pretty face, and suddenly laughed, a very relaxed laugh.

"Don't be so slow."

"You should have noticed it by now, right?"

He took a step forward, completely ignoring the metal wire that appeared in front of him. He passed through it, and his whole body was empty like a shadow.

"From the beginning until now, have your attacks ever touched me even once?"

Hearing him say this, Metalu's facial expression seemed to suddenly freeze, and the whole person looked a little dazed.

It seemed as if some horrible possibility came to mind.

Fujimiya Makoto continued to slowly walk towards the two of them, raised a finger towards them, and said in a playful tone:

"If you don't remember, let me help you recall."

"Laai's last lie to you..."

"Do you guys still remember?"

The burly Pique stood there in shock, his tone filled with a hint of bewilderment:

"Laai...?"

You can't touch him.

Fujimiya Makoto uttered these words word by word.

Whether it was Metal or Piqué, the moment they heard these words, they felt as if they were falling into the abyss.

Yes.

When Laai said this, she had just been snatched back from this man by Pique.

In that defenseless moment, neither Metalu nor Pique took this sentence to heart, and easily extended it in their minds to an exaggerated sentence describing the other party's fast speed.

Then, I believed it so easily.

No wonder.

From the moment on, Pique had the chance to come into contact with him only when the man himself wanted to attack them.

On the contrary, Pique's active attacks never touched him...

The moment she realized this, a sense of despair arose in Metalu's heart that she could hardly control.

"This is the power of your Quincy yourself."

Fujimiya Makoto, knife in hand, advanced step by step, smiling and saying, "You should all be very clear about how outrageous this power, which is almost like a rule, is, right?"

"I wonder if Yhwach has ever imagined his knights killing each other?"

"Ever since Laai's lie took effect, everything you do seems to be in slow motion in my eyes."

Metallu and Pik stood there, the flames around them burned in segments, and time passed silently.

The whole church was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

until......

"Stop kidding me, asshole!"

Pik suddenly took a step forward, veins bulging on his forehead, his exaggerated pectoral muscles swaying, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh, his face blood red, and half of his face was eroded by the power of the void, with faint, dancing scars appearing on it, making it look vaguely deformed.

"Your Majesty's power is not meant for you to toy with like this!"

"A guy like you wouldn't understand!"

"What kind of despair did we go through to gain this kind of power!"

"You will not understand our faith in Your Majesty!"

"The power we have gained from His Majesty is not something that a villain like La Ai can compare to!"

He was talking about love, friendship, and bonds.

The sound was like thunder.

For the first time, his eyes looking at Fujimiya Makoto were filled with such undisguised hatred, as if his faith had been tarnished, and his big feet dug deeply into the stone floor.

Immediately afterwards, the figure rushed out with a bang.

Fujimiya Makoto simply smiled at him and said calmly, "In that case, let's set the first rule, [Temptation]."

"—Betraying your faith in Yhwach will earn you even greater power."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pico's majestic figure appeared in front of him.

The swung fist landed in the air, stirring up a whistling wind.

Before Pique could react, the long legs that were tearing through the air like a blade suddenly stretched out and hit Pique's thick waist, causing a violent air wave to explode, and large pieces of clothes were shattered and exposed to the air.

Pique's body suddenly broke into a right angle like a bent straw and flew out at a faster speed than when he came.