In Soul Society, love and bond begin

Moreover, that momentary sense of danger...

Senjumaru thought to himself, his narrow and long phoenix eyes staring straight at Fujimiya Makoto, as if he was looking at some rare delicacy, waiting to strip him naked and then feast on him.

Saito's hairs stood on end.

【Word of mouth! 】

[That Senjumaru stared at Fujimiya intently, he must be planning to tie him up and take him back as a slave!]

The childish sound of Xiao Podao fanning the fire sounded at the right time, which immediately made the girl more alert.

Even the look he gave Senjumaru changed slightly.

Instead, Shutara Senjumaru looked subtly at the small broken knife on Fujimiya Makoto's waist, with a strange meaning deep in his eyes.

After turning around, he spoke as if nothing had happened:

"Forget it today."

"Next time, once Makoto-kun gets a little more used to it, I think he'll be able to hold out longer."

"Next time?!"

Fujimiya Makoto questioned with his eyes wide open.

He didn't want to continue being tied up and hung from the ceiling.

Do you really think he's a pervert who enjoys some weird play?!

Miss Senjumaru, on the other hand, acted as if it was a matter of course and said calmly, "Mr. Cheng, you really don't realize how special your situation is, do you?"

"If it weren't for the fact that Achukas and Hollows below them have absolutely no reproductive capacity, I would even suspect you were the product of a Shinigami, a Hollow, and a Quincy."

"..."

Fujimiya Makoto looked at her with dead fish eyes.

It is really hard to tell what to think when hearing such bold words coming from such an elegant and dignified beauty.

"of course."

"The premise I mentioned isn't necessarily accurate," Shutara Senjumaru said cautiously. "After all, there doesn't seem to be a precedent in Soul Society for a Shinigami marrying Vastode and causing her to become pregnant."

“This is another topic worthy of further study.”

Fujimiya Makoto was startled, not knowing what he was thinking about, and looked away with a guilty conscience.

Senjumaru didn't intend to delve into the matter further, and said calmly:

"In short, Makoto."

"You are the only case."

"Whether future generations of Shinigami and their descendants can also wield the power of Hollows will depend on the results of my and Makoto-kun's research."

"Children?!"

Ms. Saito always managed to grasp the most crucial point. Her eyes widened as she stammered, "You, your experiment...are you going to make Makoto give birth to a child?"

Senjumaru's expression paused, and he turned towards the girl, suddenly revealing a charming smile:

"If necessary, I...actually, I don't mind taking the field myself."

"I really have to kill you here!"

Saito immediately pulled out the knife, but was quickly stopped by Fujimiya Makoto.

He was quite interested in this sort of thing.

While the two were arguing, Miss Senjumaru had already leisurely stepped on her small wheels and rolled out of the ward.

You have to put your previous guesses down on paper as soon as possible.

......

Just as there was a lot of noise here, the tension of war had gradually turned into daily life.

Deep in the shadows of Soul Society, they are facing a completely opposite situation.

"Wow--"

Large drops of blood fell to the ground, soaking into the dark tiles.

Half of the tall, bald man's body was charred, and most of his face was almost carbonized.

Ever since his figure emerged from the surging black vortex, he has been standing quietly in the same place. Blood has been continuously flowing out from the wound that went from his shoulder to his lower abdomen, almost splitting him in two, and has accumulated into a stream at his feet.

After sensing the spatial fluctuations within the Shadow Empire, the Quincies arrived soon.

When he saw the person coming and could barely recognize his face, he was stunned.

The leading Quincy, who was the captain, called out with difficulty.

As if he had realized something.

"That's... Holy Word B!"

"Lord Baber!"

......

Chapter 172 Singularity

Although all the remaining Quincy had already had this premonition in their hearts as early as the moment the main force completely lost contact with the Shadow Empire.

However, when the battered Baber appeared before them, finally confirming this idea, the Quincies on patrol present were all in an uproar.

One of the Quincy soldiers couldn't help but take a few steps back and muttered:

"If that's the case, wouldn't Your Majesty Yhwach also..."

"How, how is it possible?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the Quincies present were in an uproar.

However, before everyone could speak together.

Suddenly, a flying arrow of light pierced the temple of the person who spoke first.

The body fell heavily to the ground.

Everyone immediately fell silent.

The Quincy captain, who was leading the team, sheathed his spirit bow and swept a cold gaze over everyone present. His voice was as cold as ice: "Anyone who disrupts the morale of our army will die."

"From now on, no criticism will be allowed in the team."

"Everyone, follow me and escort Lord Baber back to the palace immediately."

make a prompt decision.

This decisive strategy undoubtedly saved the morale of the army which was on the brink of collapse.

However, the Quincy captain who made this decision still felt uneasy.

The all-knowing and all-mighty Lord Yhwach...

Lost?

Just thinking about this possibility made sweat break out on his temples.

If that is the case, then will the remaining gods of death let them go?

Thinking of this, the Quincy captain's pace became faster, and he came to Baber, whose half body was charred, almost in a hurry.

"Lord Baber, please..."

However, before he could finish his words, a weak and low female voice slowly sounded from inside Baber's body.

"Let all the members of the Stern Cross Knights come to the court..."

The moment he heard the voice, the Quincy captain was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, an incredible expression suddenly appeared on his face.

Even the expression he looked at Baber changed.

Whose voice is this?

However, before he could figure it out, he saw 'Baber' slowly raise his head like a machine and look into the distance.

"Well?"

As if realizing the time limit of his existence, he suddenly shook his head.

The next moment, a heavy wave emanated faintly from the body.

Just this brief pause.

In an instant, dozens of figures appeared in the open space in the middle of the field.

As for the Quincy captain who appeared here first, he opened his mouth in disbelief and looked blankly at the adult in front of him.

If that doesn't feel wrong.

This kind of spiritual pressure...

Is it Your Majesty!?

as predicted.

All the members of the Stern Cross Knights who appeared here knelt on the spot and spoke respectfully to 'Baberle' in front of them.

"—Welcome, Your Majesty."

Kneeling at the front was Hasward, who had the best overall performance.

The young man with long golden hair had a cold expression, and seemed not at all moved by the strangeness of His Majesty's appearance and identity.

In contrast to him, the many candidate members of the Stern Cross Knights behind him all had vaguely incredible expressions on their faces.

As high-level members of the Quincy Group, they naturally understood what His Majesty's appearance here at this moment meant.

The empire was defeated?

The moment they realized this, many people present felt an inexplicable sense of emptiness in their hearts.

It seemed like he couldn't react.

However, at this moment, Yhwach had no time to care about these people's psychological activities.

She gathered the last bit of strength in her body as if it were a last ray of light, and even Baber's broken body began to change slightly.

So, in full view of everyone, this bruised and charred man was transformed into a petite, pale-skinned girl with black hair and cat ears.

"?"

Looking at the scene happening before their eyes, everyone present couldn't help but show puzzled expressions and spoke subconsciously.

"His Majesty?!"

"This is truly... deadly."

"What are you doing?"

However, facing the questions of everyone present, Yhwach did not have the energy to speak any more.

She took staggering steps and walked towards the people present with difficulty.

To be precise, he should walk towards the man kneeling in the front.

"From this day forward, Haschwald."

"You are the next deputy to the emperor."