In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Saidliz, covered in blood, knelt on the ground, his body covered with bruises.

His short hair, which was originally perfectly groomed like a standard gentleman, was now a mess. Most of his face was burned by the extremely high temperature flames, leaving only one eyeball, and his whole body was covered in smoke and fire.

It looks extremely miserable.

He supported his broken left arm and looked back in the direction where Yhwach's spiritual pressure came from, as if he completely ignored the old man standing in front of him.

Saidliz murmured softly, still with a pleased smile on his face:

"Look, Lord Yhwach."

"I knew it."

"You are the almighty Majesty..."

However, before the low voice could finish.

The flames surged violently like a waterfall, engulfing his entire body in an instant, burning like a tall torch.

In an instant, all sound was lost.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni stood quietly in place, slowly retracting the Ryujin Jakka in his hand.

It was as if he had not seen the man who had just died under his knife.

His eyes also reflected the brilliance of the spiritual pressure in the distance.

However, compared with the relief in Saidliz's eyes, the gloom in Yamamoto's eyes was much heavier.

"Can it actually reach this level?"

"..."

"Sincerity."

Behind the old man.

The battle between the Shinigami and the Quincies continues.

However, compared to the initial charge against the Death God Front by countless Quincies, the battlefield today seems much more brutal.

The vast majority of Sternknights members who were strong enough to rival the Death Captains were killed by the strongest first-generation captains.

Several of them were even executed by Captain Yamamoto himself.

There was no way to resist.

In this situation, the remaining Quincies naturally appeared extremely vulnerable when facing the organized encirclement and attack of the Shinigami.

Countless Quincies were torn apart and slain by a large number of Shinigami.

The corpses in pure white uniforms were stained scarlet and fell to the ground one by one. Occasionally, a few of them were unlucky enough not to die quickly and lay on the ground, wailing miserably.

However, at this time no one could take care of them. All the Grim Reapers were constantly charging forward.

The next moment, as if with telepathy, a dark crack suddenly appeared behind Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.

Yan Yuanjinle quickly emerged from the Xumi fissure and shouted loudly in the direction of the old man:

"Genryusai!"

"Ah."

Without any hesitation.

Yamamoto stepped directly into Yan Yuanjinle's space crack.

As the two with the most worldly experience among all the Shinigami, they realized it clearly almost the moment this spiritual pressure arose.

now.

The balance of the war between the Shinigami and the Quincies has completely tilted towards the battlefield between Fujimiya Makoto and Yhwach.

This is the power that can change everything.

......

What kind of power is this?

Fujimiya Makoto looked at the girl in front of him, and this question popped up in his mind uncontrollably.

【speed】

Without much movement, just standing there, without any warning, the cat-eared girl's figure suddenly disappeared from the center of his focused vision.

When he appeared again, the blade swung out by his slender arm had already drawn a long blade light in front of him, flowing from left to right like a streamline, silently.

【Strength】

After sharing Yhwach's spiritual pressure in the 'Dream Death World', Fujimiya Makoto's spiritual pressure has already approached the limit of the first-class spiritual power, and his physical fitness has naturally improved to a terrifying level.

His pupils were highly constricted, and large spider-web-like patches of crimson blood appeared on the whites of his eyes. Under the influence of the [No Injury Circle] bond, his nerve reaction was increased to the extreme.

However, even so, it was only with difficulty that a part of Yhwach's movements was captured.

When the knife flashed, his body was just able to block the dark purification ceremony in front of him.

"clang--"

There was a heavy metallic hissing sound in my ears.

There is almost no possibility of resistance.

A heavy force like a falling mountain came from Fujimiya Makoto's wrist as he held the hilt of the sword upside down. Even his physique, which was considered the ultimate in Soul Society, let out a difficult hissing sound under this incomparable force. His figure was like a tiny meteor, and it flew out with a bang, leaving a long shadow along the ground.

With a loud bang, it crashed into the depths of a relatively intact ruin, sending up a large cloud of smoke and dust.

【Perception】

The seemingly petite and cute cat-eared girl had a vaguely crazy smile on her face. The monster under her skirt was showing its fangs and claws. Her bare feet stepped on the ground and took light steps forward.

In her left eye, the dark double pupil swayed faintly, staring straight at the ruins where Fujimiya Makoto had fallen.

"Is this all you have, Fujimiya Makoto?"

"If it were you, you should be able to feel it, right?"

"To me, this is still far from the level of 'full force'."

"What are you waiting for?"

An extremely exaggerated smile appeared on the girl's pretty face, with the corners of her lips pulled close to her ears.

The tender and gentle voice slowly stretched out.

"let me see......"

Almost at the moment the voice fell, ropes shaped like pitch-black shadows suddenly shot out from under the petite girl's bare toes.

However, before the ropes could wrap around her ankles.

The several thick and huge tails under Yhwach's skirt were swung towards his feet like scimitars without warning.

Accurately and quickly, she cut off all the abyssal shadows that attacked her from underground.

"Look, you really like to attack from under the lady's skirt."

"really."

"He's an unforgivable pervert."

The girl looked at the young man who walked out from the depths of the ruins with a teasing smile, like a cat playing with a mouse, her laughter was extremely presumptuous.

Yes!

Just like the way this pervert had just played with her body in all sorts of ways——

Yhwach, she's going to toy with Fujimiya Makoto to death before she's done anything!

"Do you consider yourself a 'lady'?"

"It seems that that 'hell' has really transformed you thoroughly."

"Yhwach."

"You're not actually enjoying it, are you?"

Fujimiya Makoto seemed completely unaffected by her words, instead he chuckled in disdain.

He still held the Imperial Purification Sword in one hand, the black and red ribbon wrapped around his right arm like a chain, and his left hand casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His body was covered in dust.

Looks a little embarrassed.

However, those eyes were still bright.

Almost the moment the words fell, Yhwach's gaze towards him suddenly darkened, and even his exaggeratedly grinning mouth pursed, his teeth clenched tightly, and every word seemed to pop out from between his teeth:

“Fujimiya Makoto—!”

The boiling anger instantly ignited her limited rationality.

The figure disappeared again.

Fujimiya Makoto seized the moment she took a step and said sternly:

"slow down!"

"accelerate!"

The former is directed at the enemy, and the latter is directed at oneself.

【Determine if it is fake】

Alternating lies and truth.

However, when facing the current Yhwach, even with just this rough targeting, the intense consumption of spiritual pressure caused Fujimiya Makoto to feel a sense of emptiness in his body, as if a part of his body had been dug out.

Yhwach, who maintains the state of 'omniscience and omnipotence', is at the top of the 'transcendents' in terms of personality despite having only one eye.

Only one step away from being able to rival the Spirit King.

It is easy to imagine how terrible the consumption caused by this gap is.

However, this rough suppression was enough to greatly narrow the huge gap between Fujimiya Makoto and Yhwach.

"Zhengzhengzheng——"

The sound of fine metal clashing rang out countless times in an instant, and the violent and intertwined flames burst into one piece.

Taking advantage of a gap, Fujimiya Makoto suddenly thrust the Purification Sword in his hand forward, with the tip of the sword extending forward along the back of the Annihilation Cross Sword. Taking advantage of the half-inch longer blade, he slashed forward with swift and sharp momentum.

Yhwach simply raised his slender white arm and easily avoided the edge of the blade. The back of the knife and the blade collided with each other, making an unpleasant squeaking sound. As he moved forward, he raised and spun the long cross sword in his hand, and the airflow it carried seemed to be able to tear his skin.

The hands holding the black knife crossed at the critical moment, the blade rotated along with the momentum of the knife, and the hands changed from holding it in the front to holding it in the back, deflecting the heavy blade in the girl's hand with a clanging sound.

[Slashing Technique +10]

[Fujimiya, I'm telling you, why don't you let Xiaonan taste my rich flavor!]

Completely ignoring Xiao Podao's eagerness to move, Fujimiya Makoto followed the force coming from the other side of the blade and quickly retreated several steps.

“Hoo…Hoo…”

Fujimiya Makoto gasped softly.

Round beads of blood slid down the left cheek.

There, a knife mark about the length of an index finger was left.

Even though the whole body's strength and reaction have been used to the extreme, even the power of binding the truth and determining the false has been used together, and it is still within the scope of the dream death world.

However, the gap between Fujimiya Makoto and Yhwach is still unimaginably large.

He knew very well that if he continued like this, the moment all the spiritual pressure in his body was exhausted, he would be killed out of the dream death world by the perverted guy in front of him and become a real "dead man".

He is the one who knows best the gap between himself and the other party.

However, Fujimiya Makoto remained calm.

He knew very well that he still had a trump card in his hand that could turn the situation around.

However, this trump card also requires careful guidance to maximize its effectiveness.

patience.

More patience is needed.

Fujimiya Makoto suppressed the throbbing in his heart and the fear of facing death, took a deep breath, tried to raise the corners of his lips into a smile, and pretended to be calm.