Chapter 49 Whose Death Star Is Shining?

Black light enveloped the top of the head.

It is the Death Star that keeps shining.

Standing on the corpse, Kisaragi Ming's pupils shrank suddenly. He never expected that several Shinigami would suddenly appear at this time, and judging from the instant speed performance, they were still at the elite level.

However, a new problem emerged.

When this group of people carried out the assassination mission, didn't they get accurate information through spies?

Who told you that elite reapers can complete assassination missions?

Ru Yueming stood there, looking in all directions, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Want to survive in a cruel area like the Reverse Bone Zone.

Compassion alone is not enough!

In Aizen's shocked eyes, the usually heartless Kisaragi Ming's demeanor suddenly changed dramatically.

The strong killing intent was like lava from a volcano, surging over the corpse wantonly.

A bone-eroding chill was mixed in, and it shrouded the incoming black shadow accurately, making their breathing stagnate.

It was completely different from the Kisaragi Akira when he fought with Molejo Shuuya.

At this moment, it was more like he had torn away the bloody surface and revealed his truest self.

If I have to say it, Kisaragi at this moment is more like the Unohana Retsu I saw that day in the comprehensive rescue center!

Aizen calmed down, the glimmer in his eyes dimmed, and he stared at the center of the battlefield with calm eyes.

Gorgeous blood flowers splashed and bloomed in the air.

Amidst the high-pitched sound of the collision of gold and iron, the assassin's eyes were filled with shock and horror.

The Zanpakutō vibrates and develops a tricky attack angle on the side of the body. The moment the blades and lights intersect, a dragnet is created that can cover everything around!

Death Sword Style·Pull the Clouds!

The blade fell, as if an invisible hand pushed the attacker away, and the bright blade light sank into the body of the attacker along with the biting coldness.

The air trembled, the blade pierced, and the sound of tearing flesh and blood erupted in the dead silence. Several flowers of blood bloomed, adding a bit more beauty to the battlefield.

With just one blow, several figures collapsed and fell heavily on the ground full of sticky plasma.

His eyes were wide open, full of disbelief.

Until the moment of death, they still could not believe that a mere dean of a spiritual arts academy had shown a strength that far surpassed that of the God of Death.

Takemoto Shinya's eyes were filled with fear, and he held his Zanpakutō tightly in both hands, with the tip of the knife raised, facing forward.

He couldn't understand it, let alone believe it.

What was originally a sure-fire assassination mission turned over in an instant, so fast that even he couldn't react.

Who is the idiot who provided the information? !

Can your elite Death God have this strength? !

Lack of intelligence led to the complete collapse of the mission.

Even after the first collision, he was the only one left.

"Rebels?"

The tip of the knife in Ru Yueming's hand dropped, and a drop of blood rolled down from the bright blade, blending into the thick blood below.

The other party was silent and said nothing.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it."

"I think the Second Division should be able to pry your mouth open."

Akira Kisaragi had no intention of interrogating him. He claimed that he had not offended anyone. If he had to say it, he had killed a defecting Shinigami at Zenjoji Temple before.

Then, that's...

He suddenly remembered something, raised his eyebrows, and asked in slight surprise:

"Kuchiki family?"

Hearing this, Takemoto Shinya's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly came back to his senses, with a trace of determination flashing in his eyes.

He knew that in this situation, it would be easy for the other party to kill him.

The reason why he didn't take action was entirely because he wanted to get more information from his own mouth.

As a former member of the Gotei 13, Takemoto Shin also knew the methods of the Second Division better.

Let alone him, even if the captain comes, he can pry out all the information.

As if recalling some dark memories from the past, Takemoto Shin also shuddered, and then looked forward with a fierce look in his eyes.

At this time, Ruyue Ming was slowly walking towards him with a knife in hand.

"Humph, we will never give in!"

After the words fell, Takemoto Shinya suddenly raised the blade in his hand and dropped it towards his abdomen very decisively.

Pfft——

The blade is sharp and clean.

Takemoto Shin also looked at the anxiety that suddenly appeared on the face of the young man not far away, and felt a little more at ease in his heart.

Although I failed to kill you, I also preserved the information.

This mission is not a failure!

Kisaragi Akira walked to Takemoto Shinya and sighed helplessly:

"You said why is this necessary?"

"The mission is almost over, and I have to work another shift."

Takemoto Shinya's mouth overflowed with a large amount of blood, and he was speechless. Hearing the sigh of the boy in his ear, the joy in his heart became stronger and stronger.

As long as the enemy doesn't get what he wants, then...

Wait, why did you start taking off your clothes? !

Takemoto Shinya's eyes widened, unable to understand what the boy in front of him was doing.

Ru Yueming took out a set of common sacrificial clothes from nowhere, and then changed his clothes openly on this bloody battlefield.

Aizen sighed helplessly when he saw this.

Although, Ming is still the familiar Ming, as unreliable as ever.

Wooden table, incense candles, tea cups, royal coins...

When Ruyue Ming was ready, he discovered that the assassin was still alive.

"It seems that you are not skilled in the technique of seppuku."

"If you have the chance in the future, you must practice more frequently."

As he said that, under Takemoto Shinya's stunned eyes, Kisaragi Akira killed all his life with one knife.

"Death is not an escape from reality."

"Especially in front of the Palace Secretary Ni Gu."

The water in the tea cup began to tremble, and ripples rippled round and round, then turned back again the moment they hit the wall of the cup.

Finally, when everything is calm again.

Faces of fear mixed with disbelief appeared among them.

Takemoto couldn't believe it either.

Why can I still see this kid after I die? Could it be that he is also dead?

Just when he was doubtful.

Ruyue Ming put her finger into the tea cup.

In an instant, endless pain erupted from the depths of the soul, as if it was torn into countless pieces in an instant and then forcibly stitched together.

At the same time, a familiar voice kept echoing in my ears:

"Thin material Wei Junjie..."

"I will give you all the information and give you a pleasure."

Before Takemoto Shinya could react, his colleagues had already spilled the beans and told them all.

This kind of inhuman torture is enough to make a determined god of death collapse in an instant.

No one can bear the pain of soul tearing.

After extracting the information from the dead man's mouth, Ru Yueming frowned slightly, always feeling that he seemed to have overlooked something.

The danger instinct warning has not been lifted yet, indicating that the situation is not safe.

Ru Yueming's heart trembled.

Could it be said that there are still masters?