Black Sun, Did I Transmigrate?

The seventh wave has ended.

Chapter 225 Black Sun, Have I Transmigrated?

"The eighth wave is here," Tokoyo Misao in a deep voice.

Ulquiorra and Grimmjow have now completed their Chaos Evolution.

The former was alright; he maintained a respectful attitude towards Aizen and his attitude towards Misao remained unchanged.

But Grimmjow's eyes were barely concealing his desire to bite Aizen to death.

That's why Tokoyo Misao spoke up just now to stabilize the situation.

They can fight if they want, but at least wait until the game is over, otherwise he'll go berserk.

The four enormous pillars simultaneously emitted light, each shooting out beams of light with a different element, which converged into a sphere in the air.

"What will appear this time, a strange four-headed creature?" Grimmjow stood ramrod straight, his eyes brimming with confidence.

Tokoyo Misao wanted to offer some advice.

Because both Grimmjow and Ulquiorra unleashed tremendous power only at the moment of their breakthrough.

But now his Reiatsu has been suppressed back to the peak of a first-class Soul Reaper.

Indeed, after the Chaos Evolution, their physical attributes improved considerably, but their actual combat strength did not increase significantly, failing to achieve a dramatic transformation.

Of course, this is also a result of the game field being suppressed.

The monsters in the seventh wave were already quite strong, and the eighth wave was even stronger.

If one is too arrogant, one may very well die.

However, seeing Grimmjow's arrogant attitude, Tokoyo Misao gave up the idea of speaking. As long as the kid didn't cause trouble, that was fine.

He looked up at the increasingly larger sphere in the sky.

The spheres, which originally possessed four colors, gradually turned grayish-white.

Everyone present was very familiar with this power; it was the power of the void.

What's going on? This scene left Tokoyo Misao completely bewildered.

The previous ones were all elemental powers, so what's the point of introducing ethereal powers now?

Whether it's the two orthodox Hollows behind him who evolved from Arrancar to their Chaos form, or Aizen's Hōgyoku created using Hollow power, both evolved soul forms.

Or perhaps humans like myself, who have used the power of the void to strengthen their bodies, are not something that can be dealt with by the power of the void alone.

Even if Hell granted this Hollow its peak power, it would be meaningless.

As the white sphere in the sky grew larger, until it approached a kilometer in height, the light from the four pillars finally disappeared.

Thump, thump, a sound like a heartbeat seemed to emanate from the white sphere, like a giant beating a drum, each sound making one's ears tingle.

As that heartbeat quickened, it even caused the heartbeat frequency of Tokoyo Misao's body to gradually overlap with it.

Tokoyo Misao's eyes narrowed, and he immediately controlled his heart, slowing its beating.

With a spurt, Grimmjow coughed up a mouthful of blood. He raised his head, his eyes wide, staring intently at the bouncing white ball.

Tokoyo Misao glanced sideways at the scene, where the beating heartbeat, like a pounding drum, affected the bodies of everyone present. If their frequency were truly synchronized with the heartbeat, they would naturally be harmed.

However, of the four people present, only Grimmjow was truly injured, indicating that he still lacked control over his body.

Grimmjow himself realized it, and his face turned ferocious.

He spread his claws, leaped with all his might, and charged toward the white ball in the sky.

The Rinki claws swept across the white sphere, leaving six intersecting claw marks. However, as the white sphere throbbed like a heartbeat, the marks quickly disappeared.

"High-Speed Regeneration?" Tokoyo Misao was stunned. Could that guy in the sky really just be a simple illusion?

"How interesting." Aizen landed beside Tokoyo Misao from the sky, smiling gently. "Does Hell believe that Hollows can defeat us?"

"I wonder if it's a bonus stage arranged by Adnyeus?" Tokoyo Misao wondered, then shook his head, dismissing the idea.

"Providing this equipment should be the greatest help he can offer; he shouldn't be able to interfere with the arrangement of the monsters in the levels."

Aizen confirmed this. "That's right, so Hell really believes that the Hollow Realization Limit can suppress us. This is indeed a new discovery."

He's the King of Hueco Mundo, how could he possibly be suppressed by a Hollow?

Tokoyo Misao suddenly asked, "Brother Aizen, have you ever seen the Starrk in their original form?"

Aizen shook his head. "When I found him, his soul had already split. As for how strong he would be if he fused back together and became a single entity again, I truly do not know."

"If that guy in the sky is comparable to or even better than the unsplit Starrk, then it makes sense that Hell created him." Tokoyo Misao frowned deeply.

The first seven waves went relatively smoothly, but the sudden appearance of the void in the eighth wave gave him a bad feeling.

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's just a headache, isn't it?" Grimmjow charged towards the white ball in the sky again.

This time, he even opened his mouth wide. Since it's a Hollow, it can be swallowed. This is the consensus of all Hollows in Hueco Mundo. As long as they swallow other Hollows, they can become stronger.

Grimmjow opened his mouth wide, revealing his canine teeth, and lunged forward.

With a muffled thud, the sky-colored white sphere seemed to explode, and a huge shockwave swept in all directions, knocking Grimmjow back to the ground.

At the same time, the white sphere stopped moving, suddenly contracted, and transformed into a huge void with a face bearing strange patterns and thick limbs.

This phantom was about 700 meters tall, and it looked somewhat like Yammy after the Hōgyoku had transformed, only much larger.

Moreover, the vast majority of his body was white, composed of void power; it was a pure void, without containing Hell or other elemental power.

The instant he appeared, his enormous figure vanished, and the next moment he reappeared behind Grimmjow, raising his massive claw and swatting him away.

The Sonído. This is a movement method unique to the Void.

Unlike the Soul Reaper's Shunpo or the Quincy's Hirenkyaku, this method of movement directly cuts through space.

The enormous Hollow had actually used Sonído to send it flying at a speed that even Chaos Grimmjow couldn't react to.

At that moment, Chaos Ulquiorra suddenly hurled his spear.

In fact, this spear was the Lanza del Relámpago he had used during his Segunda Etapa, but after being fused with the power of Hell, it seemed to have transformed into a physical weapon, and he even combined it with a long whip.

This spear now possesses not only extremely strong penetrating power, but also the ability to force stun and restrain.

The spear transformed into a black streak of light, instantly reaching the Menos Grande's head. But just as it was about to pierce through, the Menos Grande vanished once more.

Chaos Ulquiorra immediately flapped its wings and slammed them backward.

With a loud bang, the wings collided with the Menos Grande's waving fist, the sound exploding and waves of air blasting outwards in all directions.

Aizen spoke up, "Brother Misao, could this Hollow be that ancient Menos Grande?"

Tokoyo Misao nodded. "That shouldn't be the case. This Hollow should have been sealed and made into Zanpakuto in the Phoenix Palace."

Aizen frowned as well. "Do you think it's possible that Hell stole it from the Phoenix Palace, or perhaps he recreated it?"

Tokoyo Misao's expression turned grim. "If it really was just stolen from the Phoenix Palace, then it proves that Hell can now travel to the Soul Society at any time, and even invade the Soul King Palace, which has been reinforced with seals. This is not a good thing. But it's not impossible that it was made on-site."

"What exactly is this thing?" Grimmjow propped himself up with one hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the other, raised his head, and stared intently at the Menos Grande.

Tokoyo Misao responded, "This Hollow's name is Ikomikidomoe, one of the earliest Menos Grande in Hueco Mundo, and should be from the same period as Baraggan."

I only know one thing about him: he once invaded Soul Society alone and left a scar on the head of the young Shigekuni Yamamoto-Genryūsai.

Then he rushed towards the Soul King Palace, but was ultimately defeated by the members of the Squad Zero Soul King Palace and turned into Zanpakuto by Ōetsu Nimaiya. As for why he ended up here, that remains unknown.

"Ancient Menos Grande? Hmph, isn't he just a guy like Baraggan?" Grimmjow charged forward again, joining Ulquiorra to fight Ikomikidomoe.

However, the two could only passively defend against each other's completely unsolvable Sonído, and had no way to launch an attack.

After the two of them stepped forward and clashed with the Ikomikidomoe, Tokoyo Misao finally understood what was going on and calmly said:

"I see. If Baraggan possesses an almost invincible ability to control aging, then this guy is simply physically powerful. Even when using techniques that almost all Menos Grande know, the effects are this strong."

"This is quite similar to Brother Misao's true fighting strength. Perhaps Brother Misao should refrain from attacking for now." Aizen slowly stepped forward. "I also want to test where my limits lie."

As he spoke, he lightly touched the ground, floated into the sky, and began to chant:

"The writing subtly reveals a muddled sensibility, a rebellious and arrogant talent..."

"Hadō #90, Black Coffin"

Tokoyo Misao nodded in agreement upon seeing this.

Currently, Ikomikidomoe Sonído, it's estimated that only his physical body can keep up.

Because now, whether it's Aizen or the other two who are being suppressed, their sensory abilities are also greatly limited.

With the help of Eternal Eyes, he could see through the trajectory of space, and with his powerful physical body, he was able to capture and keep up with it.

However, the Black Coffin used by Aizen itself had the function of limiting space.

This move belongs to the spatial category; once locked on, it can absolutely envelop the enemy.

The black cube, like stacked building blocks, completely enveloped Grimmjow, Ulquiorra, and Ikomikidomoe, forming a complete black cube.

Then, the purple light formed patterns that burst forth with brilliance, and in an instant, the Black Coffin shattered.

The body of the Ikomikidomoe was covered with dense wounds, and Ulquiorra and Grimmjow were also injured by the spatial slash.

The former was alright, his expression calm. Upon seeing that Ikomikidomoe was injured, he immediately rushed forward and plunged his spear deep into the other's head.

Thud, the spear broke through and pierced the brain.

The next moment, Ikomikidomoe let out a howl, roared, and swung his palm to send Ulquiorra flying.

At this moment, the whip attached to the Chaos Spear activated its effect.

Ikomikidomoe felt dizzy and his body involuntarily fell to the side, landing squarely on Grimmjow, whose feet had been slashed by the Black Coffin.

He suddenly widened his eyes, grinned, and roared, "Get lost!"

Then, it suddenly spun around in mid-air, and three huge, Rinki claws slashed straight across Ikomikidomoe's neck.

Whoosh, three deep claw marks appeared.

"Now!" Tokoyo Misao had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

He strode forward, aimed at the tail of the Chaos Spear, and thrust out his trident. The tip of the trident struck the tail of the spear, generating tremendous force that propelled the spear directly into the brain of Ikomikidomoe.

The whip's special properties kicked in again with the second attack, Ikomikidomoe.

Tokoyo Misao seized the opportunity, stepped on the air, leaped up, and with both hands holding the halberd, transformed into a black meteor, smashing it hard into the brain of Ikomikidomoe.

The outcome is decided.

At that very moment, Grimmjow's feet had fully healed.

In that instant, his figure vanished from the spot and reappeared behind Aizen, a claw piercing through his back and emerging from his chest, grasping his beating heart.

He grinned and said, "I told you I'd bite you to death!" Then he squeezed hard, crushing her heart.

Aizen's pupils trembled slightly.

Indeed, he had used all his power in the Black Coffin just now, and it was recovering. He didn't expect Grimmjow to take this opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

"Lord Aizen!" Ulquiorra, who had been sent flying, immediately rushed back and swatted Grimmjow away with a wing.

He turned his head and saw that Aizen spitting blood, with a large, empty hole in his chest and broken ribs clearly visible.

"Lord Aizen!" Ulquiorra's voice remained calm, his gaze as indifferent as he watched Aizen fall to the ground.

"Ah, don't worry, Ulquiorra, I will be reborn."

As he finished speaking, crimson and black power surged from the void, enveloping his body and gradually spreading downwards, forming a set of crimson and black armor on his body.

A pair of wings gradually formed on its back. The wings were as thin as cicada wings and had peculiar patterns, looking somewhat like the wings of Hell Butterfly.

Aizen's eyes turned black, the whites of his eyes became snow-white, and his hair instantly grew longer. The staff in his hand also transformed into a red and black longsword along with his transformation.

Chaos Sōsuke Aizen.

Aizen glanced at the sword in his hand and his current form, then suddenly asked, "Brother Misao, do I look cool in my current form?"

Just emerging from the head of the Ikomikidomoe, Tokoyo Misao's brow twitched. After a careful look, he seriously commented, "Your appearance at this moment has a kind of eerie beauty; you could be considered handsome."

The conversation between the two naturally stemmed from a theory that Tokoyo Misao had previously stated: only by evolving towards beauty and handsomeness could one find the right path.

Aizen agreed with this; his ugly appearance was proof of failed evolution, which is why he didn't continue to fight back at that time.

To be honest, he himself was a little annoyed by the way those moths were fluttering around back then.