Gentlemen, Join Me on Campaign

Time flew by, and a month passed in the blink of an eye.

In the central Heavenly Court of True King's Palace, a murderous air filled the grand hall.

All of the Espada stood in orderly ranks beneath the steps. Their terrifying Spiritual Pressure intertwined like a heavy tsunami, silently waiting for the moment it would erupt.

Upon the throne, Ross sat like a god.

Minna and Bambietta stood respectfully at either side behind him.

The two women had changed into black Subordinate Officer uniforms specially made by True King's Palace. The tailored garments outlined their lovely figures while also proclaiming their new status.

With their heads lowered, there was no longer any fear or struggle in their eyes, only fervent submission.

Over the past month, Ross had not only given them bliss they had never experienced before, but had personally erased the shackles of death Yhwach had planted within them and even bestowed new power upon them.

Now, not only had they been reborn, but the Spiritual Pressure flowing through their bodies had faintly reached the threshold beyond that of a Captain.

In merely one month, their strength had undergone earth-shaking changes, and they were fully capable of standing toe-to-toe with Grimmjow.

Both body and mind had submitted.

At this moment, they were Ross's most loyal handmaidens, as well as his hunting hounds, ready at any moment to tear apart everything for their master.

"Gentlemen, join me in battle!"

Ross's voice was calm and icy as the Conqueror's Haki of one who ruled the world spread outward.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Below the steps, the Espada dropped to one knee in perfect unison. Their low roar merged into a fighting spirit powerful enough to shake Hueco Mundo.

As the Espada rose, Ross raised a finger slightly, and space was cleanly