Chapter 129
Daijiji then changed the subject.
"Since its sneak attack failed to achieve anything..."
"I won't hold back from now on."
The Menos Grande's ability makes fighting difficult, but as long as one has enough control over their own moves and can execute them freely, the only troublesome aspect of the opponent is actually Sonído —the ability to twist the space of the attack. It obviously consumes a lot of Reiatsu from Hollows, otherwise this guy's maneuverability would be even greater.
Thump!
Daijiji reversed his hands, Zanpakuto plunged hard into the ground.
"The living die, the dead live on forever."
Zanpakuto Zanpakuto's blade gradually decayed like an ancient tombstone, and Daijiji's body began to age: white hair, age spots, withered skin, and a rapidly hunched figure; even his Reiatsu gradually declined.
In contrast.
The souls that kept overflowing from the Zanpakuto in moss and cracks, transformed into a dark blue sky above the battlefield.
Haruto stared at all of this in a daze.
That is--
"Soul?"
--A full hundred "hollows," "emptys," and "Soul Reaper," each possessing different Reiatsu.
"Fine."
A weary and weak voice rang out from Daijiji.
"During the fight just now, the Hell Butterflies of the Twelfth Division were completely wiped out."
"Haruto..."
It really sounds like someone who's about to be buried.
"I'll need you to keep my abilities a secret."
"... good."
Haruto agreed.
Or rather, the Zanpakuto that included him as a target never intended to give Haruto a chance to say "No."
The Zanpakuto of Daijiji is not the kind that can be used in public; the attack with the monument just now was already its normal limit.
As for the true capabilities they have demonstrated so far --
The Zanpakuto absorbs all the souls of those it slays, regardless of their status or position, and turns them into soldiers that can be summoned at any time.
--If the Seireitei finds out, confiscating their Zanpakuto will be the least of their worries; they might even throw them into some kind of cell and lock them up.
After all.
More than half of the souls he absorbed from his Zanpakuto were Soul Reaper).
Thank you.
Daijiji didn't turn around; his pupils, almost entirely devoid of white, stared straight at the sheep -Menos Grande. He knew Haruto wouldn't refuse...
Seeing this, one wouldn't have the courage to refuse.
"Your strength has increased considerably."
With a gentle wave of his hand, the army of ghosts formed by the Daijiji had not yet begun to move when the Goat-Headed Menos Grande had already subconsciously retreated considerably.
"But on the path of evolution, we Grim Soul Reapers are far more adept than you: the souls that hunted you back then were only a handful."
The dark colors in the sky began to swirl.
In terms of overall Reiatsu, this has exceeded Haruto's known limit for Fourth-Class Spiritual Pressure: storing and driving such a massive amount of Reiatsu, it's no wonder that Daijiji's body is showing abnormalities... This weakness probably can't be remedied without Bankai.
"It's rare to see someone so capable of rediscovering their Menos Grande self."
"Although you have gained some knowledge and strategies as a result, you have also learned more about --"
The spirits gathered into a tornado-like pillar of souls connecting heaven and earth, roaring towards the ram-headed Menos Grande directly below!
What is fear?
Daijiji's Zanpakuto ability is not a physical attack, nor is it Kidō, Genjutsu, or a mental ability.
It's more like a direct collision between souls.
Haruto was merely an observer.
He felt an immense fear emanating from the depths of his soul—an uncontrollable fear of the Zanpakuto called "Monument."
An attack launched at such a great cost, even enough to threaten Captain-level expert, would be impossible for Menos Grande to withstand.
Haruto is now starting to consider how he should deal with Daijiji in the future.
However.
"Gar!!"
The ram-headed Void, Menos Grande towards the sky, opened its massive, dark maw once more.
"... a futile effort."
Daijiji scoffed in a low voice.
By injecting his Reiatsu and life force into his Zanpakuto, he gains complete control over a hundred souls—these are his soldiers, whom he can command at will, and who cannot possibly harm him.
The Menos Grande's ability is limited to "opening holes at both ends" to reverse attacks, but it cannot directly exile the soul forces it controls through spatial black holes.
Daijiji Victory Ticket...
"Ugh."
A strange sound echoed in the air.
"?"
Inside the black hole, where the sheep's head is Menos Grande open.
With even stronger spatial fluctuations, another new hole appeared, resembling a zipper being torn open!
That is--
Haruto had heard a similar sound not long ago.
"Garganta!?"
The Garganta, the virtual Senkaimon.
The spatial abilities of the Sheep- Menos Grande indeed require him to communicate with two different spaces simultaneously... but the distance between these two spaces far exceeded everyone's expectations!
"Hmph!"
This is accompanied by the forced opening of the Garganta.
Visible to the naked eye, the Gillian, like water snakes, slithered out of the narrow cave entrance, opening their gaping maws toward the pillar of souls.
One, two...
A single Menos Grande is no match for these souls, but once the number of Gillian appearing in the Garganta reached ten—
"Ah!"
"Help me!"
"Let me get out of here!"
Gillian, driven by instinct, tore and devoured these special souls.
The military force, which had originally possessed immense Reiatsu, began to uncontrollably emit heart-wrenching roars: they were collapsing.
Of course, Daijiji couldn't just stand by and watch this happen; otherwise, once the army of a hundred souls disappeared, it would be at the mercy of others.
Tearing, Kidō, Self-Destruction--
"Boom!!"
The controlled soul launched a hysterical counterattack.
However.
These Hollows, which feed on souls, appear only slightly more lively in front of their Menos Grande; they have no fear of being killed by their prey.
As for minor injuries, they are not worth mentioning at all.
"..."
Ten seconds later.
The Daijiji that Daici Temple was so Zanpakuto of had turned into a dull, lifeless stone on the ground.
Those Gillians, who had devoured countless souls and were battered and bruised by counterattacks and self-destruction, yet whose Reiatsu had only grown stronger, were bitten off by the Menos Grande goat heads from the very end of the curtain, which was deeper than ink.
"Hmph!!"
The Menos Grande's roar was even sharper and more piercing than when it arrived.
Their bodies were sucked into the constantly swirling spatial Vortex, and in the blink of an eye, they were like prisoners unable to escape—
It was completely devoured by the sheep-headed Menos Grande.
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The world fell silent for a moment.
After all the Gillian were devoured, the Menos Grande's body, which was already inferior to that of a normal Gillian, not only did not expand but shrank rapidly.
Moment.
A humanoid creature stood ramrod straight, motionless in the center of the open space.
It wore a pure white goat skull Visored, and within its dark eye sockets, crimson flames were burning silently.
In stark contrast to the Visored, his pure black body was covered in long, slender muscles, with white bone lines extending from his limbs to his extremities.
"Click."
While Haruto was still in shock at the other's presence, the humanoid phallus's jaw had already quietly opened.
From small to large.
The red, dot-like energy particles began to expand rapidly.
"!?"
There wasn't even time to give a verbal warning.
"Buzz."
A crimson beam of light erupted forth.
In an instant, everything in its path turned to ashes and then to nothingness.
"Laugh!!"
This naturally includes...
The body of the Daijiji had not yet recovered its youthful appearance.
"..."
Just for a moment.
The lieutenant of the Tenth Division, possessing Fourth-Class Spiritual Pressure and wielding Zanpakuto that continuously grows stronger through battle.
And so, he vanished from Soul Society along with his sword.
Not a trace was left.
"Gulp."
Haruto unconsciously swallowed.
The identity of Menos Grande with such terrifying combat power is self-evident: