In Soul Society, love and bond begin

The only one who might be reluctant is probably Takasugi-kun himself, right?

After all, as a god of death, his soul might be able to withstand the integration of hundreds of death souls.

However, after being infused with hundreds and thousands of void powers, it was obvious that he could not maintain his sanity and self-control no matter what.

but.

Aizen didn't have too many requirements for this.

"Hey! Takasugi-kun."

He placed one hand on the translucent sphere and said as calmly as possible, "Your body can still hold on, right?"

Hearing this, Takasugi, who was in the process of steady evolution, seemed to realize something this time. His pair of pitch-black vertical pupils embedded in the dark green irises suddenly shrank, and his eyes looking at Aizen revealed a sharp murderous intent.

"Do not."

Aizen changed his tone and said indifferently: "—You must hold on!"

"Blue! Stain!"

From the depths of the translucent sphere came Takasugi's heavy and hoarse sound, like the friction of metal.

However, the moment the voice came out, Aizen had already turned his head calmly.

Behind him, an unprecedented huge space crack suddenly appeared between the two of them.

The moment this space crack appeared.

The groups of Void that were wreaking havoc in various parts of the world were all stunned, as if they had received some order that could not be disobeyed. They all immediately let go of the enemies in front of them, and did not care even if they were hacked to death. They rushed towards the direction of the space crack almost crazily.

"Hey, hey."

"How is this going?"

Many Grim Reapers who were on the verge of life and death just a second ago were all stunned when they saw that all the enemies were moving in a certain direction.

Some of the brave and diligent ones followed the Xu group and rushed towards the direction of the space crack, killing indiscriminately.

But no matter how provocative, no opponent responded.

It was as if something irresistible and delicious was appearing before my eyes.

.....丒.

"What a scary guy."

Yan Yuanjinle pushed his glasses with his hand, looked up at the virtual group that was converging like a tide towards a space crack in the sky, and sighed softly.

At his feet, several "bodies" with smooth cuts were lying on the ground.

The earth was stained with blood.

......

"Hoo, hoo-"

Kyoraku Shunsui held the knife in both hands, looking at the 'naked bodies' around him who suddenly stopped moving, blood flowing down his forehead and into the corners of his eyes.

Even though his vision was dyed red with blood, he did not dare to act rashly.

Even though all the enemies around him were standing still, he still maintained the posture of holding the knife with both hands to face the enemies, completely losing his usual lazy look.

'What's going on with these guys?'

Even though he felt intense stinging pain from the wounds all over his body, his brain did not dare to stop for a moment, and his eyes remained locked on these monsters.

......

"Bastard!"

"How dare you look down on me?"

Looking at the monsters around him that suddenly stopped, Xiumu Yinling gasped heavily.

Nearly half of the soldiers around him were dead.

Correspondingly, nearly half of the bodies were lying on the ground, and traces of fierce fighting were everywhere.

Xiumu Yinling looked at the monsters in front of him, feeling extremely indignant, and his fingertips secretly stroked the limited spiritual seal on his chest.

If it weren't for this damn limited spiritual seal that always suppressed his spiritual pressure to one-fifth, his team members would not have suffered such heavy casualties.

"Damn it! I should have applied to Soul Society to lift the restrictions before leaving."

"Why hasn't the order to cancel been sent yet?"

"Is it those guys from Yuanzijuku who are behind this again?!"

Xiumu Yinling gritted his teeth secretly.

However, just as he was thinking this, he saw the monsters in front of him suddenly move.

"Shu Lala——"

Everyone was on guard, staring intently at the 'bodies' in front of them with different abilities.

Then, they all suddenly retreated to the rear.

"Ok?"

......

Aizen stood still, raised his head quietly, looked at the horrific scene of demons dancing wildly in the sky and blocking out the sun, but couldn't help but smile on his face.

"If it's this amount...even a guy like that monster won't be able to resist!"

"Really."

“It’s exciting.”

"Surely, even Lord Sar Apollo's appetite should be satisfied, right?"

He covered the wound on his shoulder and whispered subconsciously.

Along with his low voice, a continuous stream of voids emerged from the giant space rifts, constantly converging and circling in the sky, like a surging river formed by countless streams, rushing to the sea.

When the number exceeds a certain limit, even these lower-level Hollows that have not even reached Killian's level can burst out with extremely astonishing power.

Wait until it seems like enough.

Aizen stretched out a finger and pointed in the direction of Takasugi Konji.

The translucent barrier that should have served as a protective film during the evolutionary period suddenly became a cage that trapped him to death.

Almost at the moment he saw the other party's movement, Gao Shan's dark green vertical pupils suddenly widened, and his mouth opened wide, as if he was roaring something.

However, all these sounds and movements were drowned out by the group of virtual creatures that roared like an ocean current.

Countless lower-level voids fell from top to bottom in an overwhelming force that covered the sky and the sun.

Heading straight towards Takasugi's direction.

Like a dark waterfall.

The earthquake rumbled.

A smile slowly appeared on Aizen's face.

......

"puff."

The blade stabbed into the neck of a naked figure and was slowly pulled out.

The blood stains on the surface of Saito's Blood Hunting Palace had all seeped deep into the blade, making it look as if this already cold blade could absorb blood.

The huge body in front of the petite girl fell to the ground with a dull thud.

She turned her head, shouldered the blade, and shouted:

"How boring! This bunch of rubbish."

"I told you, give them all to me!"

"Cheng!"

However, just as Saito shouted this, he turned his head.

I saw that Fujimiya Makoto was holding the neck of a monster in one hand and its tail in the other, letting the monster flutter around in his palm.

"Hey?"

Saito looked up at him in confusion: "What are you doing? Stop playing with your prey, kill it quickly."

“This is not a good habit.”

Miss Saito was lecturing like a mother teaching her child, but her one eye was actually fixed on the neck and heart of the monster, and she looked as if she was ready to make a move.

After hearing her say this, Fujimiya Makoto finally came to his senses and explained, "I'm not playing with my prey."

"Didn't Saito notice? Their abilities."

"Ok?"

Saito Bulaobusi was stunned when he heard this and didn't react for a while.

Fujimiya Makoto exerted a little force with his hands, and with the sharp hissing of the beast, he pulled out its tail by the roots.

Suddenly, a shrill wail sounded in my ears.

Fujimiya Makoto's voice remained calm. "These monsters' tails don't obey their own commands at all. Even their abilities are different, right?"

"It looks just like... a Zanpakutō."

"!?"

Saito's eyes suddenly widened.

"boom."

The severed 'tail' fell to the side, but it was still twisting and turning like a living thing.

Instead, the body held in Fujimiya Makoto's hand trembled violently, and the beast-like cry from his mouth turned into a human-like cry of pain.

After realizing this, even Saito seemed to react.

"You mean, these people... are being 'parasitized' while still alive?"

"Who knows."

Fujimiya Makoto said this, but with his other hand he grabbed the mask of the figure in front of him and pried it upwards.

"Click!"

Faintly, one could hear the sound of flesh being torn.

Beneath the mask, there appeared a face that Fujimiya Makoto had seen before.

"Oh oh oh——!"

Saito's one eye suddenly widened even more.

What on earth did this guy Cheng come up with?

"Asshole...Asshole."

The man, whose skin and flesh on half of his face were torn and stuck to the mask, cursed softly and breathed more out of his body than in his body.

Fujimiya Makoto thought for a moment before asking, "I remember you were the former chief officer of the Eighth Division, right?"

"I should have seen you."

However, the middle-aged man did not answer, but stared at him.

"Yes!"

Just as both sides were silent, they heard a reply from behind.

Kuryashiki Ryoma appeared behind Fujimiya Makoto with a few remaining soldiers and quickly replied, "This is Shimamura Itama, the former retired 8th Division Intelligence and Statistics Bureau officer and sixth officer of the Economic Intelligence Section."

"At the same time, he is one of the retired officials who violated discipline and should have been imprisoned in the maggot nest."

"I caught him myself some time ago."

"Captain Fujimiya."

Fujimiya Makoto turned around and said with a calm smile: