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"puff--"

Suddenly, something strange happened.

The "corpse" that was just decaying and aging suddenly exploded in all directions.

The originally solid torso suddenly turned into a sticky liquid and rushed towards the nearby and defenseless Glenso and several Achukas that were slightly closer like a tsunami.

Swallow! Wrap!

There is no resistance at all.

Chapter 226 Plan Change

what? !

Bylergan noticed the clue the moment the corpse exploded. Without any hesitation, he swung the black giant axe in his hand towards the largest sticky mass in the center.

The flying giant slash pierced through the still squirming body, easily plowing a ditch dozens of meters long, cutting the sticky object and the Yachukas wrapped in it into two parts. It was a standard Russian way of saving people.

However, the severed part of the body seemed to be unaffected, and was still continuously engulfing several surrounding Achucas that were entangled by it, and rapidly wriggling towards the middle position.

Glenso, who was standing at the front, had his entire lower body covered by the flowing sticky substance like Bordeaux liquid, and the remaining upper body was sinking at a speed faster than the mud swallowing up the prey.

The look under its mask still seemed to be a bit dazed, and it subconsciously called for help:

"Lord Balegang!"

However, before his voice could be heard much further, the sticky substance that wrapped around him burst out again, spreading out several tentacle-like branches.

Noitra, who had just been uncuffed, reacted extremely quickly. Noticing Grenso's desperate gaze sweeping over him, he didn't even pause. He immediately pushed the hesitant Yachukas beside him forward to block him, and then retreated behind him.

"puff--"

In just a breath of change, the Yachukas that was blocked in front of him was immediately engulfed by the tentacles that burst out, and let out a resentful howl.

Even Nnoitra, who was standing behind him, was attached to some of the sticky substance.

Just this moment of contact, and Nnoitra suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of powerlessness.

The feeling was not like some kind of poison or injury to the body caused by the ghost, but a deeper feeling, as if it was directly targeting their most essential "void power" and producing an attraction.

It is a power that is close to rules.

Fortunately, the amount of sticky substance on his body was not too much, and it only corroded his steel skin a little. I don’t know if there are any side effects.

He decisively stretched out his knife and cut off the arm along with the sticky substance on it.

This feeling of weakness disappeared immediately.

Noitra retreated rapidly with a loud clatter, his eyes fixed with lingering fear on the slimy monster that was wriggling like a hill.

Bylergan was experienced and noticed the abnormality of this thing just by observation, so he never got close to it from the beginning.

The most unlucky ones, the Achucas standing in the front, were sucked into the wriggling monster.

At first, you could still hear their wailing.

But the sound became weaker as time went on.

Until finally, there was no sound at all.

And it wasn't just the sound, even this huge mountain-like sticky substance seemed to have reached some kind of absorption limit. Several separate clumps of sticky substance autonomously squirmed and converged towards the largest clump in the middle.

Then, start compressing.

"senescence!"

Almost at the moment he noticed this scene, the phantom fire burning in Bylergon's skull suddenly swayed, and a thin layer of black mist wrapped around the surface of the dark giant axe.

Suddenly, a decayed arc appeared in the center of the pale desert.

"Om-"

Hit by the blow wrapped in the power of aging, the worms that were stuck together only separated for a moment, and then immediately connected together at a faster speed, forming a ball.

Even the power of aging is useless? !

Bylergan looked at this scene, and the fire in his eyes shrank into a point like his pupil.

There is no need to say more about the shock in my heart.

Seeing that even Lord Bylergan couldn't tear the deformed monster apart, the Yachukas who had been boldly surrounding him suddenly retreated a few steps further, surrounding Bylergan in the front like stars surrounding the moon.

until.

"Click..."

A thin crack suddenly appeared on the surface of the monster that had solidified into a giant egg.

As the sound continued to lengthen, the originally single line began to spread out like a spider web, shattering into large pieces and covering the entire surface of the eggshell.

Then, a pale arm suddenly stretched out from under the eggshell, making a crisp sound.

Bylergan focused his mind and stared at the gap above the giant dome.

Is it finally coming out?

It was more like a giant human claw-like palm tearing open the eggshell than a human hand.

A colorless, transparent, viscous liquid like egg white adhered to the surface of his streamlined body, outlining clear muscle contours.

There are long bony barbs on the wrists, elbows, and back of the shoulders. Crimson hair extends down along both shoulders in a V shape. The entire head is completely covered by a mask. The long, messy crimson hair spreads from the back of the head like a wild and unbridled fire.

A curved horn extends upward from the center of the mask's eyebrows.

There was a hint of madness in the pupils beneath the mask.

His pale body was only about the size of a human boy of thirteen or fourteen years old.

The spiritual pressure of the whole body is highly restrained and not released.

"This is..."

"Vastod?"

Noitra, who was standing at the back of the group of Hollows, saw this scene and looked at the monster's small body, and this thought subconsciously came to his mind.

Only Bylergan, who was standing at the front, could clearly sense the difference.

"What the hell are you?"

Bylergan made a sound, his tone subdued but with a hint of irritability that was about to be suppressed.

To him, the real Vastod, the existence in front of him, which was forcibly put together by some means, was simply an insult in a sense.

"boom--"

The manic spiritual pressure is like electrons constantly jumping in a chaotic magnetic field, causing fleeting flashes of lightning. The oppressive air seems to suffocate people in a pressure cooker. While the whole body is squeezed dry, an intense feeling of powerlessness rises from the depths of the heart that is difficult to suppress.

Even Nnoitra couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Only the one-horned humanoid monster uttered a low, barely audible sound:

"...Hey."

The next moment, his figure suddenly disappeared.

Bylergan raised the giant axe in his hand and chopped it towards the air.

"Boom."

The sound, as heavy as the beating of a drum, hit the chest of everyone present heavily, making people feel stuffy in their chests.

The reckless hurricane swept around, spreading out layers of white lines into the distance.

......

"More, more!"

“This is just the beginning!”

"Suzou Chojiro!"

Deep underground, Sal Apollo seemed to be enjoying some supreme delicacy. He made waves of nauseating sounds of satisfaction with an intoxicated tone, and the expression on his face became more and more distorted.

Around this throne that is like the base of a mountain, countless luminous lines continuously transport scattered spiritual pressure that is activated and absorbed from various places, and then transferred to various places, endlessly providing the initial starting energy for the Frankensteins deployed in various places in the Hueco Mundo.

To be honest, even Sal Apollo himself didn't expect this.

Just one strike could bring such exaggerated results.

Although he was located at a distance of countless spiritual miles from the Great Hollow Forest, Sal Apollo could still clearly sense the total amount of spiritual pressure transmitted through the spiritual pressure track. In order to cut off Frankenstein's head, the guy Quebe condensed an ultra-high density of spiritual pressure on the surface of the shallows, and could even easily create a trace spanning dozens of miles in the desert.

It seems to be an understatement, but in fact it fully demonstrates the exquisite art of swordsmanship.

That's why his gains at this moment are so... bizarre.

"No! It's not enough!"

"That bastard can squeeze out more!"

Sal Apollo gritted his teeth and murmured in a low voice, sometimes he was ecstatic and happy, sometimes nervous and uneasy, and seemed a little abnormal.

Originally, he just wanted to take this opportunity to complete the beginning of the entire 'Frankenstein Plan'.

But now, 'Suzou Chojiro' gave him hope of accomplishing more in one go.

If Discord's process of smashing the Achukas into chaotic spirits, tangling them into a huge source of spiritual pressure and forming "Frankenstein" was imitating the process of ordinary Hollows evolving into Killian, then

Then, choosing a sufficiently powerful source of spiritual pressure and using it as the primary consciousness to elevate the original 'Frankenstein' to a higher level is to imitate the process of Killian's evolution into Achukas.

Just now, Bylergan's men were devoured and reorganized. This was the process that took place.

Naturally, it has indeed evolved to a higher level.

According to Sal Apollo's next plan, these 'Frankenstein Level 2' should eliminate the enemies around them with extraordinary strength and the fastest speed, and absorb enough spiritual pressure, and then return to a certain place under his guidance, devour each other to reach the ultimate 'Frankenstein Level 3', and completely master the power that surpasses Vastod and all the gods of death.

Thus, you will gain the qualification to touch the mysterious realm of 'below Hueco Mundo'.

But now, Sal Apollo suddenly wanted to change his plan.

"enough!"

"That's definitely enough!"

"As long as we can kill that bastard Quebu and Vastod who's beside him..."

"I can definitely get enough spiritual pressure!"

Sar Apollo murmured softly as if he was in a trance, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, and madness filled the depths of his pupils.

"Kill him!"

......

At the same moment, Sal Apollo made this judgment.

Fujimiya Makoto had just put his sword back into the sheath when he turned his head and looked into the distance as if he had sensed something, a look of surprise appearing on his face.

Seems a little puzzled

Shikatori Baunsai and Harribel walked up to him.

"What's wrong? Have you found any clues?" Miss Kadori was a little short, and she stood on tiptoe to pat his shoulder, and the pigtails on the back of her head bounced up and down.

"That's not true."

Fujimiya Makoto shook his head and sighed, "It's just that Ryoma and the others...seem to be fighting tooth and nail."

Since even Bankai was used, someone must have died, right?

He thought so.

Even though he had lived here for more than ten times longer than in his previous life, Fujimiya Makoto's entire person, from his tastes to his customs, had gradually been distorted into the shape of Soul Society, and he had also adapted to the world here.

But if someone around him dies, he can't help but feel some regret.

Only in this respect is he different from the killers around him.

"Oh, that's pretty pitiful."

As Miss Kadori said this, her still clear eyes blinked twice nonchalantly, and she turned her head away as if feeling guilty, just like when she usually said that she did not peek at the scrap manuscript.

Not only Shikatori Bayunsai, but even Harribel, who firmly believed in the spirit of sacrifice in the original work, looked indifferent after hearing about this.

Only at times like these would Fujimiya Makoto feel a sense of security that 'he is indeed the conscience of Soul Society'.