Chapter 287 Goodbye, Yamamoto Shigekuni
The charred black blade sealed all the flames into the blade, and the air was filled with uncontrollable high temperature.
The water evaporated rapidly, and the Shinigami and Quincy who were closest to the first team's building felt as if the sun was coming, and their flesh and blood were instantly close to a dry state.
Not daring to delay at all, everyone put down the battle in front of them and immediately stayed away from this place.
Even Hasward, the leader of the Knights of the Star Cross, couldn't help but frown and looked in the direction of the high temperature with worry.
"Are you worried about Yhwach?"
Chojiro raised the Zanpakuto high in his hand, and the bright golden spiritual pressure rushed into the sky.
"But it's not a good habit to be distracted during battle."
"Swastika——"
"Huang Huang Yanling leaves the palace!"
Thick dark clouds appeared in the blue sky, and the slender Western sword was like a lightning rod, with electric arcs sizzling on it.
As a beam of light shot out from the tip of the knife, the dark clouds were rendered with gold, outlines of lines, and instantly weaved a gorgeous golden canopy, covering the bird Chojiro.
The golden light entangled and flowed in it, exuding an astonishing destructive aura, and then dispersed eleven thunderbolts that fell down and escaped into the earth.
Chojiro looked serious and waved his Zanpakutō, the tip of the knife pointed above the thunder.
The next moment, all the lightning light penetrated into the blade.
The originally ordinary Western sword suddenly became golden and majestic.
"Yeah, a very powerful move."
Hasward's expression did not change at all, he looked at everything in front of him calmly, and even allowed the other party to accumulate strength and increase his momentum to its peak.
Seeing this, Chojiro did not feel angry because of the other party's contempt.
For an elderly man who has lived for more than two thousand years, very few external things can affect his state.
From the moment he activated his swastika, Takuchojiro had only one purpose left, and that was——
Kill the person in front of you!
The moment bright light erupted from the Western-style sword-shaped Enreimaru, Chojiro moved.
He turned into lightning and spanned the distance of space in an instant.
The sky and the earth suddenly darkened, thick dark clouds pressed down, and the sound of flesh and blood tearing could be heard softly in the ears.
Chojiro and Hasward passed each other, their backs to each other.
Looking at the chest that was almost pierced, Hasward commented calmly as if he couldn't feel the pain:
“Very good swastika.”
"As expected of the deputy captain of the first team."
Chojiro turned around and stared at the person in front of him with a frown, doubts rising in his heart.
Isn't this guy afraid of death?
His heart was obviously melted by the thunder, but why did he still look calm and indifferent, not caring about his injuries at all.
"I guess you must be thinking that this person has gone crazy."
"Or, does this person have any other trump cards?"
Hasward opened the five fingers of his left hand, and a large number of souls gathered in his palm, instantly forming a shield with prism-shaped star-cross protrusions.
The next moment, all the injuries on his body disappeared.
And several cracks appeared on the shield.
Upon seeing this, a bad premonition suddenly emerged in the heart of Takuchojiro.
A huge scale appeared above Hasward, and as a weight sank, the ominous premonition became a reality.
The souls gathered in Hasward's right hand, forming a gorgeous soul sword.
Then, he raised his hand and slashed in the direction of Bird Chojiro.
"Let this end."
Invisible power enveloped Takuchojiro, and the destructive power of the swastika from the Yanreimaru exploded on his body. Even the spiritual pressure protection could not withstand this terrifying force.
The swastika, which had not been used for two thousand years, was activated for the first time and sent the user directly back to the mountains and rivers of Soul Society.
The extreme high temperature exploded instantly, directly incinerating Chojiro's body and annihilating it into countless spiritual beings that merged into the atmosphere.
After getting rid of Yhwach's major concern, Hasward turned his head and looked in the direction of the team building. The worry in his brows was gone at this moment.
Instead, there was a trace of entanglement and struggle.
"Your Majesty, where is the future of the Quincy?"
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Sensing the disappearance of Takuchojiro's spiritual pressure, a ferocious and cheerful smile suddenly appeared on Yhwach's deep and ferocious face.
He is indeed his most trusted knight.
Well done, Hasward!
"Yamamoto Shigekuni, you must have felt it, right?"
Yhwach grinned ferociously, "The pain of losing the person closest to you has already slowed down your residual fire sword!"
Yamamoto said nothing, just waved the knife calmly.
After sealing all the flames into the blade, the residual fire sword is powerful enough to annihilate everything it encounters, even Yhwach's extinguisher cross sword is no exception.
After just a few contacts, he showed his full potential.
To be honest, the death of Takuchojiro did not make him feel any pain. On the contrary, he swung the knife a little faster.
The so-called attack on the heart is based on the situation where the intelligence of both parties is equal.
Poor Yhwach, you have no idea what you're going through.
A trace of pity flashed in Yamamoto's eyes, and his expression immediately turned into anger, and his body suddenly ignited with hot spiritual pressure.
Its temperature is so high that it directly distorts the surrounding air, making it look like the god of fire.
Without any sign, the Zankado suddenly accelerated and fell directly towards Yhwach.
Buzz——
The tip of the blade touched the solid ground, there was no explosion sound, and no extreme flames shot up into the sky.
There was only dozens of miles of ground that was wiped out in an instant.
A huge gully appeared at Yhwach's feet, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
He underestimated Yamamoto Shigekuni.
He thought that he would be able to easily kill Yamamoto Shigekuni as he was about to regain all his power and even omnipotence.
He didn't expect the reality to be so cruel.
This battle must not be taken lightly.
If you are not careful, you may capsize in the ditch, which will lead to the loss of all previous efforts and the destruction of a thousand-year plan.
"Yhwach, everything ends here."
Yamamoto Shigekuni said expressionlessly, "Your ambition, everything you have, will be annihilated here, and nothing will exist!"
The surging momentum seemed to overturn the world, and the heavy and hot air suddenly pressed down.
The ruined land burst into a wailing cry, and the world was now reduced to black and white.
When Yhwach saw this, his expression suddenly changed, and countless blue lines appeared on his body, extending wildly outward until a huge protective barrier was formed.
The strongest defensive spiritual art of the Quincy, the Shell Static Blood Suit.
Yamamoto's angry voice followed:
"Zanka Tachi·North."
"The world is ashes!"
When the charred black blade fell, everything in front was annihilated, and all visible and invisible things ended at this moment.
The Shell Static Blood Suit was unable to block it for even a second, and it all shattered, turning into countless materialized spirit particles scattered in the air, and was completely annihilated by the extreme high temperature that followed.
In Yhwach's unbelievable eyes, the slash fell on his body.
The blazing fire wave rushed into the sky, engulfing the entire team house.
The aftermath was surging, destroying the ruins.
When the dust settled, looking around, there was only an endless expanse of gray-white ashes.
Yhwach stood there, with a large gap in his abdomen, and he could even see the sky behind him from the front.
His eyes were dull, as if he had completely lost the characteristics of life.
Despite this, Yamamoto Shigekuni still did not relax his vigilance, and his eyes burning with flames stared at the person in front of him.
At this moment, Yhwach's stiff face trembled.
"As expected of an old monster who has lived for thousands of years."
"I couldn't fool you."
A slightly hoarse voice sounded, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Yhwach raised his only remaining left hand, wiped the blood, and slowly raised his blood-red eyes.
Yamamoto was not surprised. If Yhwach was so easy to deal with, then Ru Yueming and the others would not have to go through so much trouble.
"Self-giving, healing."
Yhwach's left hand was placed on the broken body, and as the black spiritual pressure like mud surged out, the injury recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the palm of the right hand that grew out, a star was tightly grasped.
"It's over, Yamamoto Shigekuni."
"Your Bankai belongs to me."
As Yhwach aimed the star seal forward, black spiritual pressure rushed out from it like countless tentacles, instantly crossing the gap between the two and fiercely injecting into Yamamoto's body.
Yamamoto's pupils shrank suddenly.
His Bankai was disappearing!
Immediately, the hot spiritual pressure erupted again, trying to stop this behavior.
However, everything he did was just in vain.
With his power, he could not stop the loss of Bankai at all, and could only watch it being taken away by Yhwach.
After taking the Bankai, Yhwach put away the star seal and looked at the angry old man with a ferocious look.
A huge holy bow appeared above his head, and a sacred arrow of destruction dozens of meters long was suspended on the bowstring.
With a loud bang, the blue beam shot straight at Yamamoto.
Another sword was swung out, and Yamamoto, who had lost his Bankai, could only rely on the pure power of the panel to block the opponent's attack.
But it was during the interval between the attacks that the battle came to an end.
Yhwach condensed the Cross of Annihilation once again and swung forward:
"Farewell, Yamamoto Shigekuni."
The next moment, the burning spiritual pressure disappeared in the Soul Society...
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"..."
Looking at himself falling, Yamamoto's expression was a little solemn.
He thought that Yhwach would be very strong and had estimated him as high as possible.
Unexpectedly, he still underestimated him.
Not only did he not die from his strongest move, but he could even instantly recover his body through some special power.
Can that kid really deal with such an enemy?
"You should have seen it."
"This is how the Quincy fights."
"Star Transformation, a powerful weapon against the captain of the Shinigami."
Aizen calmly explained: "It is a technology that forcibly plunders the Shinigami's Bankai, developed by Yhwach and optimized by Mr. Urahara."
"Originally, it was necessary to take away the Shinigami's Bankai at the moment of his Bankai."
"Now it can be taken away without using Bankai."
As soon as the voice fell, countless eyes in the palace fell on Urahara Kisuke.
Among them, Yamamoto was the most brutal.
Aware of the murderous intentions of the crowd, Urahara Kisuke wanted to cry but had no tears. It was you, Aizen, who asked him to optimize the technology, but why did I have to take the blame in the end?
Aizen Sosuke, you deserve to die!
No wonder he could get along with that Kisaragi Akira, it turns out that their hearts are equally black.
"Ahem, don't worry too much."
Urahara Kisuke tried to save his image, "The star chapter cannot be used a second time, and with the death of the person who was taken away, the Bankai in it will also be scrapped."
After hearing this, everyone realized.
Fighting with a group of guys who can take away their Bankai at any time is tantamount to cutting off their own hands and feet.
Fortunately, this technique can no longer be used, otherwise the outcome is still unknown.
But on second thought, this technique seems to be ineffective against Kisaragi Akira.
The instinctive fighting method like a beast does not need to rely on the power of Zanpakuto at all.
A pair of iron fists directly swept across the eight wastelands.
If so, he seemed to have anticipated this step a long time ago?
For a while, the captains felt a little complicated.
Being crushed by this guy in IQ is really the ultimate insult.
"In addition to the star transformation, the specific way of fighting is to manipulate the spirit particles in the air."
Aizen didn't care about the expressions of others, but continued to talk to himself:
"Although the spirit bones consumed some of the combat power of the Quincies, it will not make the next war much easier."
"Because our task is more difficult."
"Whether it is a grassroots Quincy or a member of the Stern Cross Knights, try to defeat them as much as possible, rather than killing them."
"As for the reason..."
Aizen's eyes looked around, and his indifferent voice accurately reached everyone's ears.
"The living Quincy is the biggest threat to Youhabach."
Fanatical belief makes the Quincies loyal to Kisaragi Akari, not Youhabach.
In this way, with the blessing of Kisaragi Akari's ability, they will not be sanctified by Youhabach.
But once the Quincy dies, the soul and power will return to Youhabach, and everything done before will be directly lost.
After a simple explanation, the captains nodded in agreement.
After such a big drama, they no longer have any doubts about the third seat of the 12th Division.
If Kisaragi Akira conquered Soul Society with force, then Aizen conquered everyone with wisdom.
Even if it was a race war between the Shinigami and the Quincy, he could still manipulate it with ease.
Whether it was the behavior of Yhwach or the actions of the Knights, they were all within his plan.
Such a terrifying existence, even if you look at the million-year history of Soul Society, it is difficult to find someone comparable to it.
In the second Soul Society, Hashirama Senju opened his blood suits, plus the blessing of the Holy Word W, like a tiger into a flock of sheep, and directly beat Yamamoto's closed disciple Kisaragi Akira to death.
Other Shinigami were deceived and ambushed in the absence of sufficient intelligence, and finally ended in failure.
A war that could affect the direction of the three realms came to an end in a cup of tea.
Looking at the ruins on the screen, Aizen stood up from his seat and tore open the space next to him, revealing a deep darkness.
"Let's go, Mr. Urahara."
"Next, we should go to the Soul King Palace..."