In Soul Society, love and bond begin

but.

Fujimiya Makoto looked at the terrifying overwhelming spiritual pressure reaction in front of him, and looked at the spiritual pressure sanctuary that seemed to be able to completely cover the area of ​​hundreds of meters, and he couldn't help but reveal a smile on his face, not sure whether it was excitement or arrogance.

That's why Xiao Podao has become so radical!

The man holding the sword wants to kill the powerful opponent.

Isn't that the way it should be?!

Supported by this burning will, the spiritual pressure on Fujimiya Makoto's body began to slowly surge and sway, like a fire blown from deep in the thatch, from weak to bright.

There was a dark red light shining deep in the pupils.

Her long black hair was casually tied up with straw behind her head, and it kept flying under the violent fluctuations of spiritual pressure.

Behind him was the gate of hell, bound with chains and plated with cursed skulls on both sides.

The area around him seemed to have turned into a scarlet blood prison.

There is a faint sound of sunset nursery rhymes in my ears, singing softly and clearly.

Yhwach looked at Fujimiya Makoto in front of him, and the strong sense of threat in his heart became heavier and more severe.

In his eyes, a dark mist like wolf smoke continued to float on the surface of Fujimiya Makoto's body, and he could even vaguely see the strong malice that turned into a skeleton and penetrated deep into the soul.

Fujimiya Makoto stood quietly in place, the black and red ribbon at the end of the handle of the Imperial Purification Sword wrapped around his arm like a chain, getting tighter and tighter.

He looked at Yhwach and spoke slowly:

"Because this ability is both difficult and dangerous, I have hardly used it since I first learned it."

"However, if you are facing an opponent of your level."

"...I have to use it."

Just the simple act of opening his mouth to speak caused Yhwach to feel an uncontrollable strong malice rising in his heart, and even his eyes, which looked up at Fujimiya Makoto, were faintly scarlet.

Want to kill him!

Tear him apart!

Smash his corpse hard!

Completely drain his vitality!

This abnormal thought seemed to run through his brain in an instant, making it impossible for him to remain calm.

Fujimiya Makoto simply smiled, extended his blade, pointed it at the man in front of him, and whispered:

"First, let's make a pact."

"The person who dies first will be subjected to the most extreme humiliating punishment in the world."

The moment the words fell.

The scarlet field that originally only stayed around Fujimiya Makoto suddenly spread in all directions, instantly encompassing the clear blue sanctuary around Yhwach.

Yhwach was stunned.

In his eyes, a panel suddenly appeared simultaneously.

【Dream Death·Abyssal World】

【Magical Girl Hell Transformation: Duke of the Abyss】

Magical girl?

What magical girl?

Who is the Grand Duke of the Abyss?

Just as he was still thinking in a daze and looking up at Fujimiya Makoto who was not far away, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

As if noticing her puzzled look, Fujimiya Makoto smiled quietly and pointed at her buttocks.

"Haven't you figured it out yet, Yhwach?"

"I don't have any other advantages."

"The only thing I'm good at is doing what I say."

Listening to his calm yet malicious words, Yhwach seemed to finally realize that some fatal changes had occurred in reality. He widened his eyes and lowered his head, looking at his own delicate and white little hands with trembling hands.

Her long black hair flows down along her temples.

The cat ears on top of his head trembled slightly with extreme shock.

Even the soft tail under the little skirt suddenly straightened.

The cat-eared magical girl, who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old and was wearing a large black cloak, raised her head with a pale face and looked at Fujimiya Makoto, who was a head taller than her, with her lips trembling slightly.

Fujimiya Makoto smiled:

"You've become a very cute girl who can get pregnant."

"Yhwach."

"..."

After an unknown amount of silence.

In the crimson realm, a sharp and charming voice suddenly rang out:

“I’ll chop you to death, ahh ...

......

Chapter 162 Dream Death

In an instant, astonishing spiritual pressure suddenly burst out from Yhwach's seemingly petite body. His entire body was almost completely enveloped by a clear blue light. He suddenly stepped forward, his muscles tensed.

At that moment, even the delicate cat ears on the top of the head and the tail behind the back seemed to stretch straight, and the black and red magical girl's long skirt fluttered, revealing the evergreen blue and white striped fat words underneath.

Sudden change in painting style.

In her hand, she was dragging the huge Quincy Cross Blade that was completely disproportionate to her body size, and with red eyes, she flew towards Fujimiya Makoto.

Although his body has become smaller, his strength is still strong. He is the omniscient and omnipotent True Ancestor of the Quincy!

She absolutely could not endure the humiliation inflicted upon her!

However, facing the petite 'magical girl' in front of him, Fujimiya Makoto's smile became more mocking, and he took a step back.

"Soon-"

The sword blew fiercely, and the silver-white light passed in front of Fujimiya Makoto like a ribbon.

It was just a hair's breadth away from his chest.

Fujimiya Makoto took a step forward, and the Purification Sword in his hand slashed down like a black dragon, easily deflecting the cross knife in Yhwach's hand. The front blade extended forward, leaving a bloody mark on Yhwach's wrist.

“How could…?”

A trace of surprise flashed across the face of Yhwach, who had short arms and legs, but when he looked at his own white and slender hands and limbs, he immediately understood.

Haven't you adapted to this body yet?

The sense of distance is too great.

The sense of coordination of steps is also completely different from before.

I always feel like there's something missing between my legs.

Even the spiritual pressure has dropped significantly compared to before!

What on earth is this... ?

Yhwach suddenly stepped back several meters, his face tense.

For strong men like him and Fujimiya Makoto at the same level, let alone changing a body, even if they changed a weapon, the combat effectiveness they showed when fighting with strong men of the same level would be a world of difference.

At this moment, Yhwach, who suddenly transformed into a cute cat-eared girl with a height of 1.5 meters, felt that something was wrong with his body.

"I will return to my original form!"

Ignoring his shock, Yhwach quickly expended the Soul King's power, which was extremely precious to him at the moment, and cast the 'Almighty Word Spirit' on himself.

Even after his eyes were sealed by the monk, the power of the Spirit King in his body could only flow out but not in.

When facing such a perverted and powerful enemy, even Yhwach dared not give in at all.

However, when Fujimiya Makoto saw her trying to cast the Word Spirit, he seemed to have no intention of stopping her. He just stood there quietly, looking at him calmly, not even bothering to move.

"Wow—"

A large amount of clear blue light enveloped Yhwach's entire body, causing his entire body to swell and expand slightly.

However, after a brief moment of light and shadow, all the changes brought about by the words disappeared as if they were an illusion, leaving only the cute and petite girlish figure of Yhwach.

Yhwach stood there in a daze.

How is this going?

How could the omniscient and omnipotent power be like this...?

"This is the power of rules."

"Yhwach."

Fujimiya Makoto looked at her, pointing the black purgatory in his hand at the ground. He slowly walked towards her and said softly, "From the moment you stepped into my 'script', the image you need to play has been determined."

"The magical girl who fights the abyss—Yhwach."

"The Grand Duke from the bottom of the abyss—Fujimiya Makoto."

“We who are here can only have these two identities.”

The young man in a pitch-black Death Tyrant outfit smiled maliciously in her direction. "Even as the caster, I can't change this."

“—Are you kidding me?!”

It was the first time in his life that Yhwach was so furious. His voice was tender but with a hint of sharpness, like the chirping of a yellow oriole, sobbing and complaining.

Hearing this, she subconsciously widened her eyes and covered her mouth.

damn it!

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

Almost subconsciously, Yhwach's eyes swept around, trying to find the corresponding breaking point from the surrounding environment.

No matter if it's a Bankai field or a Kido barrier, as long as it's a field composed entirely of spirit particles, there must be a way to break through it - as long as he can get out of here, he will be able to easily tear apart this perverted bastard who likes to turn old men into little girls!

Yhwach couldn't help but feel angry.

This was the first time in his life that Yhwach felt such strong emotions in his heart, except for his 'father' who voluntarily became a puppet of the three realms.

However, before he could find the spirit particle node in this area, Fujimiya Makoto interrupted with a smile:

"Don't underestimate my intelligence network, Lao Deng."

"You must be wondering..."

"As long as we can get out of here, we can kill this handsome Grim Reaper, right?"

Yhwach's gaze froze as he scanned the surroundings.

Fujimiya Makoto just stood there quietly, smiling warmly:

"pity."

“There’s nothing like that here.”

"?!"

The magical girl's pupils couldn't help but shrink as she looked at the man.