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Just as the two sides were facing each other in silence.

The giant white tower that has always maintained its shape of reaching the sky finally showed signs of stopping.

Deep in the night sky, the figure of Sar Apollo suddenly appeared above the sky.

"wrong."

"Just images?"

Kuryashiki Ryoma frowned slightly.

Then, everyone present heard Sar Apollo's artificial tone, as if he was pinching his throat, ringing in their ears.

"I am truly flattered that so many important figures have condescended to visit me."

"But unfortunately, my real body is not here."

The three-dimensional image floating in the sky bowed politely, "Right, right."

"There are probably many people here who don't know me yet. Please allow me to reintroduce myself."

"My name is Sal Apollo Granz."

"At the same time, I am the one who will unify the entire Hueco Mundo—in my own way."

Almost at the moment he heard these words, Byakugan, who always claimed to be the lord of Hueco Mundo, could no longer tolerate such an offense. He suddenly swung the huge black axe in his hand, sweeping a mist-like slash into the sky as if it had substance.

However, the slash only severed the image of Sar Apollo.

The next moment, the picture was restored.

"Please don't be so anxious, Lord Bylergan."

Sar Apollo smiled nonchalantly and said calmly, "In the days ahead, you'll have plenty of opportunities to consume that power that has nowhere to go."

"What did you say?!"

The nonchalant tone immediately made the fire in Bylergan's eyes burn brighter.

"I'm sure everyone has noticed the beam of light that was released just now... Please don't take it seriously, it's not aimed at you."

Sar Apollo raised his lip corners: "That is just bait to lure all the souls of Hueco Mundo to fight each other in a 'more radical' way."

"For the next few days, the entire Hueco Mundo will become my testing ground."

"The voids will fight each other to prove the significance of their souls, devour each other to increase their own value, and thus disrupt the existing order in the constant competition - until you are also drawn into it, becoming the nourishment of my 'Natural Garden'."

“Thus, we reached that distant place.”

Hearing this, everyone present looked a little bewildered for a moment.

It seemed difficult to understand why this guy suddenly did this and why he told them.

But all these phenomena seem to clearly indicate that this madman has been planning and preparing for this purpose for hundreds of years.

However, just by following what Sal Apollo said and imagining the entire Hueco Mundo fighting each other irrationally, all the Vastodes present couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

Everyone has rolled it like this, and you want to double it?

Are you sick? !

Just when the Vastodes were either speechless or filled with murderous intent.

Suddenly, a clever guy in the crowd raised his hand and expressed his opinion loudly:

"So, what does this have to do with us, the God of Death?"

Chapter 231 No way, no way?

Fujimiya Makoto opened his mouth.

The entire desert fell silent.

All the Great Voids present turned their gazes to the figure in front of the Grim Reaper, with no concealment of malice in their eyes.

The young Shinigami standing behind Fujimiya Makoto could clearly feel the spiritual pressure that was as intense as a burning flame.

Some of those who are weaker even feel powerless and unable to control themselves.

Several Vastodes gathered together, and the spiritual pressure they unleashed was even more powerful than that of the captains' meeting.

When has an ordinary god of death ever seen such treatment?

Fujimiya Makoto, however, still looked as if he was basking in the spring breeze, with no strange feeling at all.

The shadow of Sal Apollo stared at him.

Even though there was only a tiny trace of spirituality left in this image, the twisted rage from the depths of his soul still made his facial expression suddenly twisted into a ball, and the corners of his mouth were almost torn to his ears.

"Quebu... cluck! Quebu!!!"

The harsh sound of teeth grinding and the crazy laughter that overflowed from anger mixed together, forming a tone that sounded like both crying and laughing, sharp and piercing.

At this moment, Sar Apollo lost his calm demeanor and roared as if he wanted to tear the man into pieces right then and there:

"Only you, only you I must tear into pieces! Let your brain spend countless years in the nutrient chamber being experimented on!"

"How dare you make me look like this!"

Sal Apollo's voice was almost crazy:

"I'm going to make you pay!"

The murderous intent in that voice made Bylergan, who had never taken this former subordinate seriously from the beginning, feel a chill in his heart.

It turned and looked at Fujimiya Makoto.

What on earth did this man do to that bastard Sal Apollo?

Bylergan has a very clear understanding of the madman Sar Apollo.

What kind of transformation could allow him to break through his defense to this extent?

But before it could start thinking.

Everyone present heard a very pleasant and lovely voice suddenly sounded, with a long tail tone, as if the voice was acting coquettishly - or, in other words, it was saying something extremely outrageous in the coquettish tone of a child.

[Eh~?]

What does it mean to have teeth that have become like this?

[Oh right! I remember that Boro-chan's body was chopped up all over, right?]

[The last part that escaped seems to be only one...]

【Jinba?】

The moment that voice sounded, all the Great Hollows and Death Gods present felt a sudden sense of confusion in their hearts.

It's clearly Japanese, why don't I seem to understand?

Suddenly I couldn't read.

Fujimiya Makoto looked at the strange looks coming from all around him and suddenly shut his mouth.

He had completely forgotten about this little thing.

How come Xiao Podao still remembers it?!

“Ah, meeruo——!”

Almost at the moment the words were spoken, Sal Apollo's wails suddenly became higher in pitch, and his eyes bulged out like light bulbs.

The little broken knife is still outputting.

[No way, right? 】

[After three hundred years, the body parts other than Jinba still haven't recovered? ]

[So what has become of Pollo-chan now? ]

【Masaka! 】

[Poro-chan is now connected to other Hollows...?!]

However, this time, no matter whether they were Hollows or Death Gods, everyone's eyes began to point to the slender, elegant, pink-haired figure with the orchid finger pinched in the three-dimensional image.

There was a hint of questioning in everyone's eyes, akin to scrutiny.

No way?

You don't really mean what he said, do you?

Under this intensely murderous gaze, the image of Sar Apollo seemed to be completely ignited. As he disappeared, he hurriedly left behind a cruel message:

"Quebu! I will never let you go!"

However, the image of fleeing clearly said nothing, yet it seemed to say everything.

Everyone's gaze turned back and looked quietly at Mr. Fujimiya.

At this moment, in the hearts of these new generation of death gods.

Some of Fujimiya Makoto's famous names in the past suddenly took on a kind of tangible weight.

Did not expect ah.

So you are actually this kind of Captain Fujimiya!

really.

There are only wrong names in this world.

There is no wrong nickname!

"Watch what I do."

Three hundred years later, Mr. Fujimiya, who had experienced countless baptisms of nonsense, had long since developed a thick skin resistance to Xiao Podao's nonsense. He put his hands on his hips and said confidently:

"Don't confuse Zanpakutō with Shinigami, you bastards! (Kao's face.jpg)"

Upon hearing this, the Grim Reapers immediately turned their gazes away.

As their immediate superior, Fujimiya Makoto's words still had a certain deterrent effect on them.

However, the Vastodes on the opposite side were even more contemptuous.

He actually uses his power to oppress others, bah!

Miss Harribel, standing beside him as a Vastod, lowered her head silently, rapidly repeating to herself, "This level of sacrifice is necessary!", "This level of sacrifice is necessary!" - thus, with difficulty, avoiding the stares of the surrounding Vastods.

Just when the conversation was about to reach a stalemate, Bylergan, as the representative of the Hollow, took the first step forward and began to question the accusation.

"Damn you brat!"

"It's all because of your interruption just now that we haven't been able to find out anything about that bastard Sal Apollo!"

"It seems that before I can crush that bastard to death, I have to get rid of all of you unstable factors first."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark, old axe emerged from Bylergan's sleeves.

Even though he had just experienced a great battle not long ago, there was no fear in the eyes of this skull - of course, he didn't have eyeballs either.

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

Almost at the moment when Fujimiya Makoto appeared, all the Vastod present showed considerable interest in this large group of "precious spirit sources".

Although after reaching the level of Vastod, the Hollows no longer need to devour each other in order to meet the conditions for evolution.

However, just as people who have been hungry for a long time will naturally develop an appetite for anything that moves, the Vastodes who have been unable to "eat enough" for years seemed to have no intention of missing out on this delicious meal from the beginning.

However, facing this vague encirclement, Fujimiya Makoto acted as if he hadn't noticed anything. He opened his arms to the Vastodes in front of him and said politely:

"What a bunch of idiots who are as stubborn as rocks."

"Even though your head is being targeted, you're still planning to risk your life for this tiny bit of profit?"

"I thought it would be foolish to fight like a beast in the Colosseum for so many years, but I didn't expect it to actually turn into this beast that eats raw meat and drinks blood. It's completely useless, isn't it?"

Just three polite words immediately made most of the Vastodes on the opposite side furious, and they looked at the god of death in front of them with murderous intent.

Just wait until the next sentence comes out.

The spiritual pressure fluctuations on the opposite side suddenly stopped.

"Those giant experimental subjects that were sent out like trash by Sar Apollo and ultimately killed by you little minions... actually have the ability to evolve like Achukas."