In Soul Society, love and bond begin

However, at this point in time, no one has been able to break through the boundaries of the soul.

He is undoubtedly the number one.

Beneath this bloody and brutal experiment lies his greatest work to date—

A monster without reason or self, yet more powerful than ordinary Vastods, capable of endlessly devouring spiritual pressure.

Frankenstein!

More importantly...

"Kill him, kill him!"

"Chojiro Suzuki."

Sal Apollo murmured in a low voice, as if he could see the long-lost enemy through Frankenstein's eyes across an extremely long distance.

The corners of his lips split towards his cheeks, but his tone became even calmer:

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

"Activate...all Frankenstein."

"Then let me see it with my own eyes."

"Under Hueco Mundo!"

Almost at the same time as his voice sounded.

In the pale forest of giant trees surrounding Fujimiya Makoto, his group, Ryoma's team, and Frankenstein, countless insects that looked exactly like the "eyeball worms" that Fujimiya Makoto had caught at the beginning climbed out with barely perceptible rustling sounds, crawling from the center of the tree trunks to the surface.

If the scattered spirit particles in the air could materialize in front of everyone's eyes, then they would definitely be able to see it.

The high-density spiritual pressure that is constantly radiating outward naturally, centered on the powerful Shinigami led by Fujimiya Makoto, is being swallowed up by these seemingly insignificant little things at an extremely exaggerated speed.

These waves of spiritual pressure did not even stay in their bodies for long, but all flowed along the luminous track in the center of the tree trunk and were transferred to somewhere underground at high speed.

Then, the huge eyeball opened.

......

"Get away!"

As soon as Ukitake Jushiro's voice came out, he saw Aizen Sosuke's figure disappear from the spot and suddenly teleported dozens of meters away.

In just this brief moment, the giant arm that covered the sky and the sun moved across the place where he had just stood, seemingly slowly but actually quickly.

If you stand far away, you can hardly notice anything unusual about its movement.

However, people like Ukitake Jushiro who were standing close by could clearly feel the shock that instantly obscured their vision.

Although the giant arm seemed to be very far away from him, the air around him rushed towards his body before the picture showed it. The air currents around him surged like a mad wave, blowing the black Death Tyrant suit on the white-haired young man completely to his body. His white hair, which had grown a lot longer, was pulled into a straight line by the air currents. The fine sand flow hit his body, tearing his skin easily like a knife, and the sound was completely inaudible.

"boom--"

It was not until the arm swept across his body from a distance that his hearing was barely restored in the strong wind.

But what followed was a roar that seemed to be able to shatter the eardrums.

The ground, which was originally made entirely of white sand, now had a huge gully like an abyss appearing out of nowhere.

Ukitake Jushiro had never seen such a monster before.

He couldn't even be sure how many companions were left around him.

However, there was no time for him to think.

The moment the arm swung past, Fuzhu's vision keenly caught the light spots surging from the mouth of the giant monster.

His nerves suddenly tensed.

"The flowing waves become my shield! The myriad thunders become my blade! — Pisces Principle!"

There are only two sets of double swords in the entire Soul Society so far, and he holds them in his left and right respectively. The ends of the two short blades are connected to the tags by a long red rope, and they are placed in front and behind to form a stand.

Almost at the moment when the Zanpakutō was released.

The clear green light in Frankenstein's mouth suddenly gushed out.

Wang Xu’s flash!

With a loud bang, a jet like a pillar of heaven broke through the atmosphere, penetrating everything in an instant like a stream of light, and swept straight towards the direction of the Longma team that was swallowed by the dust.

Before the flash could fall, one of the two swords had already blocked in front of him without hesitation.

"Three seats at Ukitake!"

Seeing this scene, Xiao Aizen in the distance shouted subconsciously, his eyes widened.

"Om-"

The flames shook the atmosphere.

But the next moment, Aizen's expression paused again.

The expected explosion and destruction did not occur as expected.

On the contrary, the huge and immeasurable Void Flash was absorbed by the seemingly fragile Zanpakuto at a rapid speed like a whale swallowing water, and continuously swallowed into the nothingness an inch in front of the blade.

The clear blue light representing the spirit particle spread over the blade, passed through the tag, and turned directly to the other blade.

Then, Ukitake pointed the blade forward.

"boom!"

A flash of light that was even more concentrated and focused than before surged out.

The monster standing in front of the group seemed to have not yet reacted and just stood there quietly.

"boom--"

The dust raised by the explosion instantly engulfed its enormous body.

The heat waves caused by the aftermath alone were enough to make the hair on the bodies of the people around them curl slightly.

"If this kind of attack had landed on us just now, I'm afraid..."

When Aizen Sosuke thought of this, he felt inexplicably scared.

Even the arrogance brought about by defeating the official three seats and graduating from the Maou Spiritual Academy as a genius early seemed to have disappeared a little.

"Should it have been finished?"

As he thought this, he subconsciously began to sense spiritual pressure.

His expression froze.

Behind the dust, Frankenstein's huge figure loomed like a mountain in the sea of ​​fog.

It seemed to sense the malice coming from these 'little bugs' on the ground.

Lower your head quietly.

Look in the direction where the two of them are.

That round face that looked like the Buddha and was a little fleshy, with the half bone mask embedded in the lower jaw as a backdrop, looked just like a high and mighty god, with no sadness or joy.

"Wow--"

Of the dozen or so palms that originally supported this huge body, eight suddenly rose up, blocking the sky from the two men's vision like wings, and then spread out like arms, completely encompassing the place where the two of them were within the range of the arms.

Then, a crack slowly appeared on both sides of the huge mouth, extending all the way to the base of the ears.

Like laughing.

An extremely evil smile.

“Boom, boom, boom, boom—!!!”

If the noise caused by one palm falling was like a hurricane tearing through the sky on the coast in June, then the noise caused by the eight palms falling towards them at the same time like drums was like an earthquake, tsunami and volcanic eruption all at once, shattering everything they could see into pieces.

The overly broad palm slammed heavily onto the ground, and the entire white sand dune shook violently like a trampoline. The flying smoke and dust completely engulfed the tiny figures of the Grim Reapers, leaving them without even a trace. The wind and waves that were stirred up instantly covered the dust and pressed it down heavily.

The extreme brutality and venting beatings seemed to be able to vent all the dark sides deep in the heart of this monster that was forcibly mixed together. The extremely violent spiritual pressure could be clearly felt even from dozens of kilometers away.

However, his movements suddenly paused at a certain moment.

"Zheng!"

The figure of Kuryashiki Ryoma appeared in the center of the open space at some point.

A flash of light seemed to pass before Aizen's eyes.

All that remained in my ears was the clear sound of the knife.

"Boom."

The moment the voice fell, a broad wrist dropped from the sky.

The blood gushing out from the broken part splashed into the sky, and then fell again, splashing like a bloody rain, occasionally carrying scattered pieces of flesh.

Kuriyashiki Ryoma was covered in blood. He wiped the corner of his lips with his left thumb, but an excited smile inadvertently appeared on his face.

"It's been a long time since I last met you."

"A fellow as tough as you."

Unfortunately, his words did not receive a corresponding response.

Frankenstein's soul, which had been torn apart and mixed countless times, was not enough to support it in understanding the meaning of this sound.

It simply raised its severed hand and took a look. It seemed to hesitate for a long time before it understood what the bleeding wound meant.

"hold head high--"

A low, meaningless hum came from his mouth.

Then, in the astonished eyes of everyone, its huge palm, which was no less than the size of a house, actually grew and healed as fast as ordinary Yachucas.

"Super speed regeneration!"

Ukitake Jushiro blurted out: "Can this kind of body actually do that?!"

"It's more than just regeneration." Kurayashiki Ryoma seemed to have discovered something. He raised his head, grinned excitedly, and stared intently at the bone armor covering its palm. "This should be called super-speed evolution!"

"but..."

"Hungry Corridor!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already shot towards Frankenstein's huge body like an arrow.

Shot out along with him were several bloody mouths that were even bigger than the brown bear's, with their entire bodies covered in pure white.

The smile on Kuryashiki Ryoma's face became more and more pure.

This is what he wants!

Only a powerful guy like this is worthy of being bitten to death by the Hungry Corridor!

“Hmph!”

Almost at the same time when Kuryashiki Ryoma rushed out, the huge mouth of the Hangul Corridor, which almost tore his body apart, had already pierced into Frankenstein's thick body, tearing off pieces of scarlet flesh from the surface of its huge body like a flying claw.

"Whoosh!"

Kuryashiki Ryoma leaped to the highest point, holding the sword high in both hands, his pupils constricted.

"die--"

The blade falls.

The high-density spiritual pressure condensed at the tip of the blade followed the trace of the blade, leaving a trace of dazzling brilliance in the air.

Will it win?

The moment Kuryashiki Ryoma swung his sword, he subconsciously asked himself this question in his heart.

But then, deep down, the answer came to me.

Will win!

Let Brother Fujimiya take a good look at my progress over the years!

......

"Oh, it's over."

Fujimiya Makoto stood on the treetop, with his left hand forming a canopy in front of his eyes, looking far away in the direction of Ryoma's team.