In Soul Society, love and bond begin

"Hasn't it been resolved yet?"

"They're almost here."

Suma Shishinichiro suddenly raised his head.

Then, a figure covered in a raincoat was seen standing quietly on the top of the teaching building.

Can't see the face clearly.

Sumashi loudly demanded, "Who the hell are you?!"

no respond.

His entire body was weaker than the tentacles that had just expanded. It seemed as if his entire body was filled with power and was unbearably hot. Under his mask, he let out a harsh, low roar as if to vent his anger:

"hold head high--!"

Sumashi subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop the strong wind blowing from afar.

However, before he could react.

The tentacle's figure suddenly disappeared from where it was.

So fast!

Even faster than before!

Sumazhi's expression was tense, and he kept trying to sense the surroundings, but he was completely unable to detect the other party's spirit particle.

Until, his figure flashed and appeared less than one meter away from Sumashi.

The huge claws seemed to be able to grasp and crush his entire head, so that his entire vision was enclosed in shadow.

Sumashi, who had lost an arm and a leg, now had difficulty in even performing the most basic actions.

Given this gap in strength, a thought suddenly arose in his mind that it was natural.

It’s over.

"boom--!"

The explosion sounded accompanied by dust and smoke, covering the ground around the two of them.

Mako Hirako, who hadn't reacted yet, looked at the scene in front of her with a blank look.

The man standing on the top of the teaching building turned around without any reluctance.

It's finally over.

However, just as this thought arose in his mind, his steps suddenly stopped.

It seems that he has sensed something.

Suma Shishinichiro was crushed by the wind and knelt on one leg.

The shadow of the huge claws covered his head firmly.

But it just won't fall.

His neck seemed a little stiff and twisted to one side.

What came into view was a familiar figure.

Fujimiya Makoto stood quietly beside the two of them, his left hand seemingly casually placed on the wrist of this hollow, making it extremely difficult for him to even move.

If you look closer, you can see that the relatively slender white fingers are digging into the opponent's wrist bones like a vice, squeezing the opponent's entire wrist thinner, with only deformed flesh and bones protruding from between the fingers.

"You killed more than 6,000 students in the school, and there were only a few left."

"That's really too much."

"I'm the vice-principal of this school, though only in name..."

Fujimiya Makoto's voice was lazy and relaxed, as if he was just chatting with a friend.

But the figure on the roof suddenly turned around.

when? !

Wasn't it that far away just now...

Surprisingly, nothing was discovered at all.

Compared to him, Xu, whose wrist bones were easily crushed without any reaction, was more aggressive. The roar from his mouth shook the sky, and the ground under his feet kept bursting with layers of cracks. The muscles in his arms bulged as he tried to pull his wrist out of the other party's seemingly slender palm.

"hold head high--!!!"

However, no matter how hard he tried, the other party always stood there safely.

like a statue.

Until the end, there was almost a tremor in the roar.

Fujimiya Makoto looked up at him and asked:

"...How are you going to compensate me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and casually pulled it to his side.

Immediately afterwards, he saw that the entire arm of the hollow was torn off from the shoulder by him as cruelly and easily as if he were a child playing with a doll. Large irregular marks appeared at the broken end, and blood spurted out like arrows, splashing all over Sumazhi's head and face.

How can it be? !

Both Sumashi and the man on the roof had the same thought in their minds.

Only the one whose arm was torn off, the first thought that came to his mind was - escape!

He not only thought this in his head, but his body reacted even faster than the thought arose.

The huge pale figure suddenly turned into a line that flew out along the ground, sweeping through the scattered bricks and dust, so fast that it directly broke through Sumashi's perception range.

However, Fujimiya Makoto just forced a smile and stretched out a finger forward.

"Seventy-nine Binding Dao, Nine-Yao Binding."

Almost at the moment the voice fell, the pale figure that flew out suddenly froze.

Nine consecutive dark balls of light surrounded him, forming a circle of dark light spots that was strong enough to penetrate space.

No matter how he struggled, he was powerless.

Couldn't even move a finger.

Sumashi's eyes widened immediately.

Even without chanting, No. 70's Binding Technique has such power!

Before he could be surprised, he saw Fujimiya Makoto looking at the monster with its tentacles trembling continuously and continued to murmur:

"Broken Dao No. 90: Black Coffin."

The moment the voice fell, a huge black coffin that stretched through the sky like a city wall suddenly rose from the ground.

The area of ​​several meters with the void as the center was suddenly compressed and crushed by the extremely high density of spirit particles, shrinking towards the center from the outside to the inside, as if countless black blades were piercing at the same time.

Sumashi's eyes suddenly widened.

Can the Ninety-Ninety's Broken Path and Abandoned Chant actually exert such power?!

He wasn't the only one who thought this way.

Even the aftermath was not something that an ordinary god of death could withstand. Even if he stood a little closer, Makoto Hirako, who was far away, would feel a premonition of death from the bottom of his heart.

But this black coffin that penetrated the sky was deeply engraved in the deepest part of his memory.

'really. ’

"Still not working."

Although he had expected it, the figure standing on the roof couldn't help but sigh softly.

He turned around and draped the surrounding space over him like a curtain.

The figure disappeared.

Chapter 192 Explosion

The spiritual pressure vibrated and the dust dissipated.

The giant coffin formed by the pitch-black barrier fell apart like broken porcelain, revealing the center of the attack.

The pale Hollow who had just fought with Suma Shishinichiro for dozens of rounds without being defeated was now like being fixed in the center of the Iron Maiden, pierced by countless spear tips, with his body covered with dense and hideous wounds.

Blood splattered all over his body, dyeing his originally pale skin red.

However, even though he was seriously injured, he still relied on his tenacious vitality to maintain a standing posture with difficulty.

A low "ho ho..." sound kept coming out from under the mask, as if he wanted to say something, but his mouth was sealed.

"Boom, boom—"

He stepped heavily on the ground and moved forward step by step.

Fujimiya Makoto just stood there calmly.

Until finally, the blood-stained body lost all its strength.

"thump!"

It fell heavily to the ground.

Fujimiya Makoto looked at the corpse on the ground, then suddenly glanced at the top of the teaching building farther away.

The next moment, Shifengyuan Qianri fell from the roof to the ground. His face was no longer as frivolous and lazy as before. He said in a cold voice:

"Space Ghost Path."

"After he spotted us, he just left."

"There's no intention of rescuing them."

Fujimiya Makoto frowned: "Is it really the God of Death?"

He whispered, then stepped forward and lowered his head to look at the body on the ground.

After the heart completely stopped beating, the pale skin that originally covered this body gradually disappeared as life faded.

After the thin layer of pale steel skin completely disappeared and turned into black ashes floating in the air, a corpse dressed in black death tyrant clothes was revealed.

Fujimiya Makoto turned his body over with his feet and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

It should have been a middle-aged man with a strong build.

However, at this moment, the part of his body surface that should have been skin was completely gone.

It was as if a skilled skinning master had torn off all the coverings on his muscles, leaving only the red muscle fibers and pale bones.

The wounds caused by the black coffin still remained on his body, but the blood seemed to have dried up long ago.

Just looking at him like this, it is impossible to recognize his original appearance.

However, the few people who emerged from the sea of ​​corpses and blood still frowned and carefully observed his characteristics, trying to find some clues from their memories.

However, as they watched, Sumashi, who had already stopped the bleeding of his broken arms and legs, suddenly noticed something and immediately asked:

"Fujimiya-sama!"

"Where are the tentacles on his body?"

"Did you see that?"

"Um?!"

Fujimiya Makoto was stunned when he heard this and looked down at the corpse on the ground.

Then, on his back where the tentacles were supposed to have been inserted, only ten circular, diffuse wounds remained, which were mixed in with the injuries caused by the black coffin and could not be identified at all.

The next moment, he seemed to have thought of something and turned to look in the direction of the ground covered by the black coffin.

"Fuck!"

The figure flashes.

However, when he reappeared, he saw a hole on the ground covered with a thin layer of soil.