The Visored Arrive

Some Soul Reaper's Zanpakuto are so powerful that they continue to exist even after the person who cultivated them dies.

There is another type: naturally Zanpakuto, whose existence predates even the Soul Reaper (death gods).

For example, the Enrakyōten, the Hyōrinmaru, and now this Ryūjin Jakka.

"Want revenge? I remember Captain-Commander Yamamoto used you to roast sweet potatoes." Tokoyo Misao held Ryūjin Jakka in front of him and said softly.

The whirring, soft sound of the Ryūjin Jakka suddenly stopped vibrating.

Tokoyo Misao didn't continue communicating with it, and walked to the edge of the Riden as well. "This is Captain-Commander Yamamoto's choice; there is no room for revenge."

With that, he released his grip, Ryūjin Jakka followed the trajectory of Genryūsai Shigekuni Yamamoto's fall.

At the very moment Captain-Commander Yamamoto died, all the Soul Reaper who were still fighting in other Riden and those who were eagerly awaiting his return in Soul Society were stunned for a moment, their eyes widening and their pupils trembling.

The sun in the sky, which had always emitted dazzling light and the Heat, had suddenly vanished.

In the Tenth Division barracks, Rangiku Matsumoto, who was looking up at the Soul King Palace from the backyard, asked incredulously:

"Captain-Commander Yamamoto... How is that possible?"

"That power must be Aizen. Even Captain-Commander Yamamoto is no match for him," Gin Ichimaru sighed helplessly. "And the other captains are also nearing their limit."

As a genius captain with extremely strong abilities, his perception is far superior to that of Rangiku Matsumoto.

Rangiku Matsumoto was able to sense the fall of Captain-Commander Yamamoto because the opponent's power was so immense that even an ordinary Soul Reaper standing on the streets of Soul Society could sense it.

According to Gin Ichimaru's current perception, the Soul Reaper Captain has also suffered heavy losses.

He turned his head, opened his eyes, and stared at Rangiku Matsumoto with his deep blue gaze, saying very seriously, "Rangiku, help me remove these shackles."

Rangiku Matsumoto understood what this meant, and Gin Ichimaru planned to join the battle.

The death of Captain-Commander Yamamoto also made her waver.

After all, Gin Ichimaru is an extremely powerful fighter, and it would be too selfish not to let him go up and help under these circumstances.

"Just now, Captain Sajin Komamura was critically injured and on the verge of death, and two others, who I believe are from the Visored, were also confirmed to be critically injured and on the verge of death."

Gin Ichimaru sighed. "I'm stronger than all of them, Rangiku."

He didn't make any boastful claims.

Neither his Reiatsu nor his Zanpakuto's Bankai ability, which he has never truly displayed, plays a significant role in the battlefield above.

Rangiku Matsumoto bit her lip, and after a moment took a key from her waist, inserted it into the lock of the shackles, and with a gentle twist, the specially made shackles clicked open.

At the same time, Rangiku immediately sent out an emergency contact via the communicator on her waist.

She reached for her communicator, pulled it out, and held it to her ear. Watching Gin Ichimaru's retreating figure as he sped towards the Soul King Palace, she spoke softly, "What is it?"

The deputy director of the Shinigami Research and Development Institute Akon, asked repeatedly, "Did you just detect that the shackles on the Gin Ichimaru have been removed?"

"Ah, that's right, I unlocked it," Rangiku Matsumoto said. "Didn't he leave the key with me so that I would unlock his shackles, Akon?"

Akon fell silent.

Even after creating these shackles for Gin Ichimaru, he had asked Captain Mayuri Kurotsuchi why he had given the key to the Tenth Division.

Captain Mayuri Kurotsuchi's response. "When those shackles are broken, that will be the time when Soul Society is about to perish."

The death of Captain-Commander Yamamoto foreshadowed that Soul Society was on the verge of collapse.

Akon's phone call was simply to confirm whether Gin Ichimaru had opened the shackles himself or Rangiku Matsumoto had removed them for him.

"Alright, he's already gone up to help. Let's just do our own thing too."

Rangiku Matsumoto hung up the phone, looked up at the figure that had disappeared, and prayed softly.

"Come back!"

Chapter 197 The Visored, Reporting Forward

Before Yhwach used the Auswählen during his battle with Ichibē Hyōsube.

Phoenix Palace in the Riden.

The third palace general of the Squad Zero, the Western God Ōetsu Nimaiya, known as the Sword God, Nimaiya Oetsu, carried a box the size of a water tank as he walked down the stairs to the bottom and put it down.

Opposite him stood the Sternritter.

Gerard Valkyrie, Askin Nakruvar, PePe Waccabrada Wacabrada, Mask do Mask de Masculine, and a tiny figure James.

"Oh, is that all of you? You few probably won't get through here. Oh, by the way, let me introduce myself." Nimaiya extended his hand. "I'm Ōetsu Nimaiya, number ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, the last four, three, the last..."

He reached into the huge water tank and pulled out the Zanpakuto that was floating inside.

With a casual flick of the wrist, a crack appeared in the floor of the adjacent Riden, and there wasn't even the slightest sound of wind as it was flicked.

"There's no way for henchmen to pass through here."

"You're all coming at me together. From now on, I'll show you what the Squad Zero is all about."

He faced five members of the Sternritter alone, looking completely relaxed, as if he didn't consider them opponents at all.

When he held the Zanpakuto horizontally, the blade was still trembling slightly, as if the hilt was about to be broken.

The commotion made him put his Zanpakuto down again to examine it, and he said somewhat embarrassedly:

"Oh dear, it's probably because I haven't pulled it out in so long; the handle feels loose."

The instant he made that move, Gerard Valkyrie, wielding a short sword and round shield and wearing a winged helmet, seized the opportunity to launch the first attack, instantly rushing in front of Nimaiya and slashing horizontally with his sword.

Ōetsu Nimaiya Oetsu leaned back, easily dodging the slash.

This surprised Gerard, who exclaimed, "It's amazing you managed to dodge my attack while you were talking!"

"What are you saying? I don't need a man's hug." Ōetsu Nimaiya said in a high-pitched voice.

"Is that so? Let's see if you can dodge this." Gerard straightened up, raised his short sword high in one hand, and prepared to launch another attack, cutting his enemy in two.

"According to the rules of the game, it's my turn now, isn't it?" Ōetsu Nimaiya said in a deep voice. His body had somehow appeared in front of Gerard, and he bowed slightly, a posture that clearly indicated he had already swung his sword and was now sheathing it.

With a spurt, blood gushed from Gerard's chest, and then he collapsed forward with a thud.

"Wow! What happened?" Askin's eyes widened. How did Gerard lose? He was completely bewildered.

The diminutive James standing nearby shouted at Gerard's fallen body, "Come on, come on, get up, come on!"

But his encouragement meant nothing to Gerard, who seemed utterly hopeless.

Ōetsu Nimaiya raised his hand again, facing the remaining members of the Sternritter, and said, "Have you misunderstood something? Didn't I already introduce them?"

I am... Wang Yue from Wumei, Simei, Sanmei, Ermei House.

"I'm the coolest member of the Squad Zero! My Zanpakuto can definitely kill in one hit!"

"You must have used some strange ability, right?" Askin knew how strong Gerard was; those muscles weren't just for show.

Although Gerard seemed to have been too careless just now and didn't use the Blut Vene, it's still impossible for him to be killed in one hit.

"With that sword of yours, the blade is so weak it's impossible for you to kill Gerard with a single strike."

At this moment, Ōetsu Nimaiya turned his head to look at another Riden, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he crouched down and quickly rushed forward.

He first rushed up to Mask, who was dressed as a wrestler, and slashed upwards with his knife.

Then, with a flick of his left hand, he threw the Zanpakuto in his hand, which pierced PePe Waccabrada's heart. Immediately afterward, he charged low, landing on PePe Waccabrada's stomach with both feet, and grabbed the Zanpakuto with his right hand, quickly pulling it out.

At the same time, he turned and swung his sword, sliding towards the last Askin.

This series of attacks was completed in just one breath.

Ōetsu Nimaiya looked at Askin, who was lying on the ground with blood spurting from his chest, with some surprise and exclaimed in admiration:

"Impressive. You were able to jump backward in time with the speed of my sword swing, avoiding a fatal wound. It seems you've already figured out the sharpness of this blade."

Just as Askin was about to speak, he suddenly felt another sharp pain in his chest.

Ōetsu Nimaiya leaned down to deliver the finishing blow, saying in a low voice, "I'm sorry, the situation is a bit complicated today, and we can't continue our conversation properly. By the way, the sword I have here is called Sayafushi, and it's a failed design."

"Once it was forged, the blade was so sharp and smooth that no matter how you slashed, the blade wouldn't be damaged at all."

"This not only leaves the knife sharpeners without food, but also makes it impossible for them to find a scabbard to store their knives. That's why I use a special liquid as a temporary scabbard for storage."

"These shortcomings are too obvious, and I have no way of handing it over to the Seireitei for use."

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the only small man still alive on the scene.

He looked closer and was surprised to find that the guy wasn't a child at all.

"Oh, so it's just a short adult."

At that moment, James, who was short and looked like a child, was lying beside Mask, constantly encouraging him. "Get up, get up, hero, get up!"

Ōetsu Nimaiya walked over, raised his right hand to his Sayafushi, and said coldly, "No need to shout, they are already dead. I will kill you soon too. Don't worry, you won't feel any pain during the process. Then you can probably meet in Hell."

"You can't die! You're a hero! Keep going, Mr. Mask!" James was still shouting desperately.

With a huge gash across his chest, Mask had been still for a moment, suddenly opened his eyes.

The next moment, he twisted his entire body and swung his right fist toward Ōetsu Nimaiya.

With a soft thud, his fist touched the Sayafushi blade and broke off on its own.

"Oh? You were supposed to be dead, so why are you alive again? And your physical strength has even increased." Ōetsu Nimaiya was somewhat surprised.

Sayafushi indeed severed the arm of the masked wrestler Mask.

But it was quite obvious that even after the arm was severed, the force of the punches thrown by the remaining arm still possessed some power.

"Go, Mr. Mask, hero!" James continued to cheer from the sidelines.

"That's right, I am a hero. No matter what hardships or pain I endure, they will only become nourishment that makes me stronger."

Mask's voice was incredibly passionate.

At the same time, his severed arm miraculously rejoined at the cut.

Heart-shaped patterns appeared on the backs of his hands, emitting a golden light.

He threw an iron fist at Ōetsu Nimaiya from a distance.

Two loud booming sounds created a large shockwave in the air.

The massive shockwave blew Ōetsu Nimaiya away, his body tumbling through the air.

Mask wasn't a fool; he had already realized just how sharp the Sayafushi was. Even with his enhanced body, he was definitely no match for that sharp Zanpakuto. Therefore, he needed to use ranged attacks.

He kept swinging his fists at the Ōetsu Nimaiya was still tumbling in the air.

Bang! Bang! The continuous shockwaves gradually shrank from a large area, becoming solidified and turning into air pellets that slammed heavily into Ōetsu Nimaiya's body.

"Hahaha, how about that? A hero always finds a way to defeat evil." Seeing that the attack had finally caused damage to Ōetsu Nimaiya, he was very excited and continued to wave his fists.

At this moment, after being attacked several times and spitting out a mouthful of blood, Ōetsu Nimaiya glanced at James, who was constantly cheering for him.

"So that's how it is, the little guy's strength?" He stepped on the air with both feet, unleashing tremendous power, landing instantly, crouching low, and then pushing off again to accelerate.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared beside the diminutive James, unleashing a series of flashes of light, and a tiny head flew into the air.

But instead of continuing to bleed, James's head and body blood reformed into a human form, transforming into two tiny James.

They opened their mouths at the same time and continued to shout loudly, "Go, Mr. Mask, hero!"

Boom! A beam of red Reishi burst forth from Mask's body.

A five-pointed star appeared above his head, a pair of wings appeared on his back, and the belt he wore at his waist emitted starlight.

"Did you hear that! That passionate cheer, those shouts of encouragement from the bottom of their hearts, is the moment when the superheroes make their appearance!" Mask lowered his body, then leaped into the air with a powerful burst of energy, spreading his arms and legs.

At this moment, the pentagonal star on his headpiece emitted a dazzling light, instantly forming a huge energy pentagram in front of him.

"This is the hero's response, Star Flash - Super Star!"

The enormous five-pointed star suddenly burst forth with a dazzling beam of light, as if cheering for the birth of a hero, and crashed down upon Ōetsu Nimaiya.

The area of effect was so large that the latter had no way to escape the attack range, so he held the Sayafushi in front of him to block.

The moment the energy beam touched the Sayafushi, it was sliced open by its unparalleled sharpness.

Before Ōetsu Nimaiya could even feel happy, the beams of light that had been slashed open suddenly enveloped him from both sides again.

A deafening roar followed, followed by a series of incredibly loud explosions.

Mask, hands on his hips, exclaimed, "See? This is the power of a hero!"