In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Metallu opened her mouth hard, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out for a long time.

Until the end, he said with difficulty:

"Just for...something like this?"

"Yes."

"--asshole!"

Metal's eyes seemed to be brimming with blood, and she growled like a lioness, "Whether it's you or Yhwach, anyone with even a little bit of power is a jerk who doesn't treat others as human beings!"

She roared like this and pounced towards Fujimiya Makoto with all her might.

However, the moment Fujimiya Makoto heard these words, his expression turned cold and stern, and his gentle expression disappeared.

Almost at the moment before the girl pounced on him.

Suddenly, the long legs that penetrated the sky and the earth flew out like a dragon, breaking the ground into dust. The toes pierced into the girl's chest at the moment of ejection, kicking her whole body and making her bend over, breaking into two pieces, and crashing into the ceiling with a bang.

The ceiling of the church immediately collapsed into large pieces of debris, falling like raindrops, and the stained glass on the wall shattered all over the ground with a loud noise, leaving only the spider-web-shaped hole at the top.

"A guy like you has no right to say such things."

Fujimiya Makoto spoke in a low voice, and slowly sheathed the blade with his hands.

The battle is over.

"thump."

The spiritual light wings gradually dimmed, like a bonfire that was about to go out after losing its fuel.

Metallu, who was embedded in the top of the ceiling, fell limply from the top of the church ceiling like an angel with fallen wings, and hit the ground with a "thump".

Whether it is metal or selection, it requires spirit particles as support.

Carrying two abilities at the same time, the power that can be unleashed is naturally more than 1+1>2, but at the same time, the consumption of this power is also greater than 2.

This was also within Fujimiya Makoto's expectations.

"Crash-"

The rubble on the ceiling continued to fall, and the ghostly fire surrounding the entire church had already died down to its last vestige.

Fujimiya Makoto walked up to the girl with ease.

At this time, Metalu's body gradually shrank to the size of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old.

Probably because all of Pieck's strength was sucked away, her normal posture was much larger than at the beginning. Her dazzling golden hair was disheveled, her body was covered with bruises and blood, and she looked extremely disheveled.

The girl stretched out her hands weakly to grab the stones on the ground, still trying to resist, but her movements were so weak that she even had difficulty supporting her body.

When she noticed Fujimiya Makoto's footsteps approaching, she struggled more fiercely, but she was too embarrassed to move at all.

Even the expression on his face became one of fear and struggle.

Until finally, Fujimiya Makoto stopped in front of Metaru.

The young man looked at the girl on the ground, took off the toy-like horns on his head, bent down, and gently placed them on Metalu's head.

"Next, it's the last temptation."

Hearing Fujimiya Makoto's calm voice, Metalu's body couldn't help but tremble, and she raised her head tremblingly.

Fujimiya Makoto looked down at her condescendingly:

"From today."

"You will be loyal to me and me alone forever."

The moment the words fell, the ghostly flames surrounding the church came to an end.

extinguished.

In an instant, a pink peach-shaped light appeared in the depths of Metalu's eyes.

The originally fearful and struggling expression completely calmed down at that moment, turning into a confused sense of obedience.

Watching this scene, Fujimiya Makoto found it interesting and reached out to try to lift the girl's smooth chin so that she could look at him.

However, Metallu had no intention of resisting. She simply met Fujimiya Makoto's eyes and replied calmly:

"Yes, Mr. Fujimiya."

Fujimiya Makoto smiled easily:

"It's time to change your tune."

"What should you call me?"

"..."

The girl seemed a little confused as she opened her mouth, then frowned and thought for a moment before she spoke again:

"Owner."

"not bad."

Fujimiya Makoto nodded with satisfaction: "From today on, you will be called 'Mei'."

"Yes, Master."

As the voice fell, the shattered church ceiling collapsed, revealing the bright and sunny sunlight outside, illuminating the originally gloomy and dark church.

The tall statue of Johann Sebastian Vaihin standing in the center of the church quietly watched the scene before it slowly collapsed and turned into invisible light spots, floating in the air.

Disappear.

[End of script]

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

Winner: Host

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[Bond Incident: The Fall of a Nun]

[Your bond level with Mei has increased↑]

[Reward: Talent Point +1]

[Obtain bond trait: Steel Skin]

[Bond Trait: Steel Skin: This physical trait originally belonged to the Great Hollow, but it is completely integrated with your physique as a 'Perfect Creature'. The dense spirit particles covering your body make your skin as strong as steel.]

[Note: The bag and sponge are also as hard as steel! ]

Chapter 157 The Counterattack Begins

Just as the dust settled on Fujimiya Makoto's side.

Soul Society, the front battlefield.

"Hoo, hoo-"

A hard-earned breath came out of his mouth, accompanied by a tiny amount of pink blood foam.

Kuryashiki Ryoma was half-kneeling on the ground, surrounded by corpses dressed in pitch-black shinigami costumes that looked mutilated.

There was blood everywhere.

The heavy footsteps fell on the ground, making a muffled sound, and the pebbles jumped faintly, as if even the ground was shaking with his footsteps.

The thin boy raised his head while leaning on the scabbard, and the familiar faces of the corpses were reflected in his blood-stained vision.

Yanagi five seats, Hanamaru nine seats, Sasaki thirteen seats...

Everyone, are they all dead?

Ryoma's spiritual pressure was already very weak.

After fighting so hard, it is not easy to stand up again.

but.

Keep your eyes raised.

The man who appeared in Kuryashiki Ryoma's sight had his pure white Quincy uniform torn to pieces, but the muscles beneath the clothes were still as strong as cast steel and iron, with clear lines.

Several officials risked their lives to attack, but they couldn't even break through his spiritual defense.

“Kill them—!”

Accompanied by screams from farther away, large numbers of Quincies wearing the same uniforms as him surged forward from behind like a tide, wave after wave drowning more and more darkness, flattening the bloodstains, and stepping on the corpses step by step to charge forward.

The light arrows composed of spirit particles flew like raindrops, passing through the air and sweeping towards the earth behind.

All the Quincies had excited smiles on their faces, fueled by blood and fighting, as they crossed the space where the two of them were one after another.

Kuryashiki Ryoma's long hair was disheveled as he looked straight into the glasses of the Quincy in front of him.

There are bloodshot eyes in the pupils.

"Nice look."

"It really makes me want to love you more and more!"

The tall priest grinned, gently making the sign of the cross with his thumb, and even his voice was so warm and kind: "Please forgive him, my Lord."

"I will instill faith in him."

Almost at the moment when the fingertips blocked his sight, Kuryashiki Ryoma, who had just been crawling on the ground like a sick dog, suddenly flew from his side like a swift and took off from the ground.

His messy hair, as messy as dead grass, fluttered in the wind, but his little face, covered in blood, had an expression of incomparable determination.

"Born to slaughter auspicious omens, respect darkness and say goodbye to aging forever - the corridor of hunger and joy!"

The only trace of spiritual pressure was squeezed out from deep within his body. With his almost overdrawn body, a huge, furry mouth of the abyss, as big as a bear, condensed from the scabbard.

He pounced fiercely on the tall priest.

"You really don't know how to learn from your mistakes."

The priest carrying the holy letter H watched this scene and sighed softly, "Perhaps this is the result of pagans not receiving the Lord's guidance."

The Hungry Corridor, roaring towards him like a violent wind and suddenly opening its bloody mouth, was just around the corner.

However, the priest simply raised his hand casually.

"boom--"

Thus, the Hungry Corridor, which looked exaggerated in size, was abruptly blocked in front of them.

Unable to move.

Kuryashiki Ryoma didn't stop for a moment, and he ran quickly around the tall priest, while chanting in very standard words:

"A scattering of animal bones..."

"A fragile Zanpakutō like yours."

The priest once again grabbed the body of the hungry corridor, laughing mockingly, and the muscles in his arms suddenly tensed.

Kuryashiki Ryoma rushed behind the priest, his hands maintaining a standard equilateral triangle, with a faint flash of lightning.

"Spires, red crystals, wheels of steel!"

"I just need to use a little bit of strength--" An unimaginable and terrifying force erupted from the taut muscles. The seemingly huge and ferocious Hungry Corridor was torn into two pieces of meat in his hands like dough.

However, Kuryashiki Ryoma's voice showed no sign of stopping.

"Movement is wind, stillness is emptiness!"

"The sound of spears clashing filled the virtual city!"

"The Sixty-Threeth Breakthrough!"

The body of the Hungry Corridor, which had been stretched to the extreme, was torn into two parts in the most violent and ferocious manner, and huge balls of blood rain exploded.

The priest's warm and kind voice rang in my ears.

“——It can be torn into pieces!”