"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Within Unlimited Blade Works, Ailin raised a hand. Instantly, aside from the Zanpakuto embedded in Sword Hill, every other Zanpakuto in the space soared into the air, hovering more than a hundred meters overhead with their blades pointed at the Assassins in the distance.
"Gulp..."
One Assassin swallowed hard, unable to hide the terror in his eyes.
And he was one of the better-performing ones among the dozens of Assassins.
Clang...
Clang, clang...
Under the intimidation of countless Zanpakuto, even more Assassins could no longer hold their weapons. They let go, and the weapons fell into Locke's Inner World with crisp clattering sounds.
"Although the first world I lived in had rules such as 'those who disarm will not be killed' and 'those who surrender will not be killed,' I'm sorry, but this world apparently has no such rules."
"So, my apologies, everyone."
"Once you have drawn your weapons against me, you must have already prepared yourselves to be slaughtered by mine."
With that, Ailin swung his raised hand downward.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
"Splurt, splurt, splurt, splurt, splurt..."
In an instant, countless Zanpakuto fell like a torrential downpour. The Assassins had no ability to resist at all. They were pierced through by innumerable blades, turning into bloody slurry that flowed through the gaps beneath the dense forest of Zanpakuto.
After killing the Assassins, Ailin did not waste any more spiritual pressure maintaining Unlimited Blade Works. The black-red light receded, and everyone reappeared in the small garden of Einzbern Castle.
Their positions had not changed much from before.
It was as though the scene of ten thousand swords firing at once and instantly annihilating the Assassins had been nothing more than an illusion.
"Tch, Berserker, what was the difference between letting us see that and not