Everyone, Bankai!
Now, Askin's entire body, including his forehead, was covered with sun patterns, meaning his entire body was under Zommari's control.
"Don't breathe, strangle yourself!" Zommari roared.
At this moment, Askin, who was drooling, lowered his eyes, loosened his grip, and looked at Zommari, saying:
"You're putting yourself in a really difficult position. You know, when a person is deprived of oxygen, their body loses strength. How can you strangle yourself like that? Even murder has its reasons, right?"
Zommari's eyes widened suddenly, and he roared:
"Die! How could you possibly be beyond my control?" His voice trembled slightly as he roared furiously.
This is the first time I've encountered an enemy that I can't control after being marked.
"Hey," Askin and flicked it out casually.
The sphere drifted slowly toward Zommari, seemingly without any danger.
When it hit Zommari, a purple hue appeared and quickly covered Zommari's entire body.
The latter didn't even let out a wail before collapsing to the ground.
"Love and control? That's too much trouble."
Askin coldly looked at Zommari's corpse as he spoke, then raised his head to look at the Hueco Mundo forces.
"Can we not fight?"
Chapter 199 All, Bankai!
Boom! Dark gray Reiatsu erupted from Zommari's corpse.
"No way? They're still alive?" Askin reached up to rub his forehead. "Spare me! Are all Arrancar this difficult to deal with?" He peered through his fingers.
It can actually change like this?
At this moment, Zommari's lower body underwent a dramatic change, resembling a blooming flower, with black masks floating around him and an eye in the center.
Zommari himself had an extra pair of arms on his back, and his skin had turned pitch black, seemingly disappearing completely from the white that represented the void.
On the right side of the chest, there is a hogyoku (an Hōgyoku ornament).
On its shoulders, several eyeballs floated about.
This is his Hōgyoku form.
Enchanted, the Brujería!
"This is really outrageous! The Reiatsu has increased to another level."
Askin scratched his head repeatedly and said again, "Can you please stop fighting? Really."
He seemed to have little fighting spirit and just wanted to coast along.
Then he reached out and twirled a strand of hair on his head.
"There aren't many good-looking hairstyles to begin with, and this one just happens to be somewhat similar to Aizen's. Is it really necessary for you to fight me over something like this?"
Zommari's eyes widened. "You blasphemer of Lord Aizen! You must die!"
At that moment, all the masks floating outside his body lit up.
In the next instant, streaks of Cero burst forth from the masks, piercing through every part of Askin's body.
Askin's eyes widened as he slowly fell backward to the ground, panting heavily. "That really hurt!"
Zommari floated closer, arriving above Askin, and roared again, "I'm going to pluck all your hair out first!" It was clear he was extremely dissatisfied with Askin's hairstyle.
"Hey." At this moment, Askin appeared to be seriously injured, but his eyes were fixed on the Hueco Mundo forces and the Soul Reaper forces outside.
Seeing that there were still so many enemies standing outside, his eyes darted around, and he suddenly spread his hands, which were lying on the ground.
A purple mist instantly enveloped him and Zommari, forming a small sphere.
No one outside could see what was inside through this purple sphere.
Before Zommari could react, the purple mist enveloped his body.
When the skin touched his eyes, a sharp pain shot through his brain, as if his eyes were being slowly torn apart by a knife, and he couldn't help but cry out in pain.
A moment later, his eyes, despite the constant flow of blood and pain, glared frantically at the surrounding purple mist.
"You can even control my poison gas?" Askin in surprise as he slowly stood up.
He has discovered that a significant amount of the poison gas has been manipulated by Zommari's power and has escaped his control.
"Hmph, under the power of domination, whether you are solid or gaseous, you will be moved by the love in my heart."
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Askin sighed. "Unfortunately, although your power has changed, I've already adapted."
As he spoke, he casually waved his hand, and the mist that had been controlled by Zommari surged towards him again, corroding his body.
"How is that possible? You..." Zommari hadn't finished speaking.
Askin manipulated the poison gas again, pouring it into his body through his open mouth.
Before long, Zommari's originally black skin turned purple.
At this moment, Askin stood there with his arms crossed.
"Don't rush, I won't kill you so soon. The battlefield outside is so brutal, so stay here with me for a while. Let Gerard deal with the enemies first, and then we'll go out."
Outside the poison ball, Gerard was still fighting Sajin Komamura.
However, at some point, he seemed to have grown larger; his height, which was originally close to two meters, was now probably around two and a half meters.
He was extremely excited, constantly exchanging blows with Hades, the Kokujō Tengen Myō'ō.
Even though he had already discovered that attacking Sajin Komamura would harm the massive armored warrior, he still chose to fight the armored warrior Kokujō Tengen Myō'ō head-on.
"Hahaha, such a huge enemy, if I defeat it, that would be the Miracle, wouldn't it?" Gerard's wings suddenly glowed.
He charged toward Kokujō Tengen Myō'ō's chest.
Faced with the forty-meter-long cleaver coming at him, he first used his left-hand round shield to block, then used the momentum to spin his body, stepping on the back of the blade with both feet, and with a sudden push, he accelerated again and charged into the chest and abdomen of the Kokujō Tengen Myō'ō, raising his sword with his right hand and slashing down.
His short sword, as large as a blade, left a long wound on Kokujō Tengen Myō'ō's chest.
At the same time, a sword wound also appeared on Sajin Komamura's chest below, and blood spurted out.
"As expected, I am capable of creating the Miracles!" Gerard roared again, and swung his sword backhand, creating a cross-shaped wound on Kokujō Tengen Myō'ō's chest.
He then twisted his body and kicked out suddenly.
With a deafening roar, the Kokujō Tengen Myō'ō's body fell backward.
Meanwhile, Sajin Komamura, with a cross-shaped wound on his chest continuously spurting blood, also collapsed into the distance, his fate unknown.
"You can all come together next."
"Ulquiorra, wanna go for it?" Yammy looked at Gerard with a hint of disdain.
He thought the other person's excited state, constantly using the Miracle, was simply insane.
Ulquiorra, however, was looking at the purple ball and said, "Szayelaporro, Zommari over there doesn't seem to be a match for him."
Szayelaporro landed in the Riden with a smile and walked step by step toward the purple sphere, ignoring Gerard's clamor from the side.
He stood outside the purple sphere, reached out and stroked his chin, his brows furrowed.
Then he reached out his other hand and gently touched the purple sphere with his fingers; instantly, the poison gas invaded his body.
In two breaths, his entire palm turned purple.
However, Szayelaporro seemed quite interested in it, and kept looking at it intently.
Only after the purple poison gas had spread to his forearm did he sever the entire arm, throw it on the ground, and then squat down to continue his research.
It seems there won't be any results anytime soon.
Ulquiorra looked towards the Soul Reaper side and said, "Lord Aizen's mission for us is to eliminate the Quincy and anyone who stands in our way."
Then he turned to her and said, "You go deal with that noisy guy down there, Yammy."
"Oh, good!" Yammy slammed down from the air like a giant boulder right in front of Gerard.
His size was also enormous; even Gerard, who had swelled to 2.5 meters tall, was still half a head shorter.
"Hahaha, another formidable enemy! Let me—"
Bang! A huge fist, enveloped in red light, slammed straight into Gerard's head, sending him flying a great distance.
Yammy pouted and said, "All that chattering is so annoying."
However, he knew that this one punch wouldn't be enough to kill Gerard, so he raised both fists, and Cero light gathered in his fists before swinging them towards Gerard.
One after another, spherical Cero shot out from his fists, and with each punch, Yammy's next punch became faster.
The Bala he used, while not as powerful as Cero, were still comparable to King's Cero.
Each of these Bala possesses the power of Cero, comparable to Adjuchas's Cero, and their sheer number can cause a qualitative change!
Boom! A series of explosions rang out.
"That annoying fly is finally dead, isn't it?" After throwing a hundred punches, Yammy finally stopped and blew on his fist.
As the smoke and dust cleared in the distance, Gerard's body was now battered and bruised, riddled with craters, and even his small wings were shattered.
Yammy turned around and shouted, "Ulquiorra, this guy is too weak, it's no fun at all!"
Ulquiorra looked over with his emerald green eyes and said coldly, "How many times have I told you, Yammy, you can't be considered dead until the enemy is reduced to ashes."
"Hmm?" Yammy turned around and saw Gerard's body rapidly recovering before he stood up.
However, as the other person stood up, his head also tilted upwards.
Gerard, who was originally half a head shorter than Yammy, was now more than twice Yammy.
Moreover, the wings on his back became more solid, and spikes appeared on the round shield in his right hand, indicating a change.
"I didn't die, that's the Miracle!" Gerard roared, now a giant.
The short sword in his hand—no, compared to others, it was already a long sword—was lightly swung at Yammy.
A terrifying burst of flame shot out from the tip of the knife, like a tornado sweeping up a small mound of earth, directly burning Yammy's clothes to ashes and blowing them away, even gradually charring his skin.
"Is that all? That guy was talking about love and domination the other day, and how it could unleash new power. You should have that too, right? Speaking of which, that guy has the number 7 on him. What's yours?"
Gerard did not continue his attack.
At this moment, Yammy's front was completely charred black, but soon the blackened areas peeled off, revealing his original muscles, and on his left shoulder, there was a number 10 written.
"What? I remember you guys are called the Espada, right? That means you're the weakest one." Gerard pointed his sword at Ulquiorra.
"The power you displayed in Hueco Mundo last time was like that of a demon. Make your move, and I will show you the Miracle."
Ulquiorra looked at Gerard calmly, his hands in his pockets, showing no intention of making a move.
At that moment, Yammy opened his mouth, exhaled a puff of white smoke, and looked up at Gerard.
To be honest, he only looks up at others when he's kneeling before Lord Aizen.
This is the first time I've looked up at someone while standing.
At this moment, veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes blazed with fury.
"Let me tell you something: the Espada are not ranked from 1 to 10."
"Oh? Isn't that so?" Gerard asked with interest.
"Unleash your fury, Ira!"
Yammy's body erupted with red Reiatsu, and his figure gradually expanded until it became the size of a small mountain.
At this moment, his feet, which were standing on the Riden, were already as big as Gerard's, and he had a total of twelve pairs of feet.
He looked down at the other person, his voice booming like thunder. "The Espada are ranked from 0 to 9."
At this moment, the number on his left shoulder, representing his status Espada, changed from 10 to 0.
He raised his right fist and roared at Gerard below, "Among the Espada, I am the strongest!" With that, he swung his fist down.
Gerard's lips curled up, and he immediately raised the round shield.
Bang! Boom! Yammy's enormous fist smashed Gerard into a bloody pulp without any resistance, leaving a pool of blood that splattered on the ground like a mosquito being swatted.
Yammy then turned around and roared again, "Ulquiorra, is everything alright this time?"