Mary Geoise.
Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni stands above the highest point of Red Line.
At your feet is Pangaea Castle, the Hall of Power, the land of the gods where the Celestial Dragons live.
The white stone walls, golden domes, and marble columns are carved with war scenes from eight hundred years ago.
The Celestial Dragons ran out of the building.
A white spacesuit, a transparent hood, and a fat body moved awkwardly between the pillars.
Some people were screaming, and some were running towards the port holding jewel-encrusted boxes.
The slaves had explosive collars around their necks and were dragged behind their masters. Their bare feet were stepped on the marble floor, the soles of their feet were worn and blood was printed on the white stone.
Yamamoto glanced down.
The Ryūjin Jakka is held in the right hand, and the blade is still wrapped in flames.
He turned his wrist, with the tip of the knife facing down, and swung the knife horizontally from right to left.
The movement was very light, the white Haori just shook slightly. Flames gush out from the tip of the knife.
An extremely thin layer spreads into a golden translucent curtain, extending from the tip of the knife across the trajectory.
The edge of the curtain hangs down, over the dome, over the columns, over the fountain in the square, and all the way to the ground.
Then the curtain began to move forward.
Push from one end of Pangaea Castle to that end.
Where the flame curtain passes, the white walls are intact, the dome is intact, and the columns are intact.
The water in the fountain is still flowing, and the water surface is reflected in gold.
The screams of the Draco stopped.
After the curtain was pushed aside, the sound stopped. The person who made the sound disappeared.
The white space suit deflated and the transparent hood rolled to the ground, spinning several times on the stone floor and stopping.
A wisp of white mist remained in the hood, which was blown away by the wind.
The explosive collar around the slave's neck fell to the ground, making a crisp sound. The inner wall of the collar was still stained with blood, and the fresh blood glowed dark red in the firelight.
After a few breaths, Pangaea Castle was empty.
From the dome to the columns, from the square to the fountain, from the main hall to the side hall.
All the Dracos disappeared, leaving only scattered white spacesuits, transparent hoods, and boxes inlaid with gems.
The curtain of flames harmed no slaves and burned no buildings.
It only took away the Celestial Dragons.
Yamamoto put the knife away, with the tip of the knife facing up, the back of the knife against the chest, and the flame burning quietly on the knife body.
Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
Five figures rushed out from the depths of Pangaea Castle.
It broke through the glass of the dome, shattered the marble of the pillars, and broke open the bronze door of the main hall.
Five figures stopped in mid-air, surrounding Yamamoto.
Five Elders. Everyone has completed the transformation in mid-air.
Animal system·Ancient species·Fengxi form.
Animal system·Ancient species·Itsumade form.
Zoology·Ancient species·Gyūki form.
Animal system·Ancient species·Sandworm form.
Animal system·Ancient species·Horse Bone form.
Five people, five abilities.
All are beyond the scope of ordinary animals.
Yamamoto held Ryūjin Jakka and glanced over the five people.
After scanning it again, there was no change in the expression.
He swung his knife.
Flames surged out from the blade and struck in five directions at the same time. Fengxi was hit by the flames in the chest, and his body flew backwards, smashing through the roof of the side hall.
Itsumade flapped his wings and tried to fly over the flames. The flames split into two branches, one chasing the wings and the other wrapping around his ankles, dragging him down from mid-air and throwing him into the fountain.
Gyūki The spider web spit out hit the flame and was instantly burned to ashes. The flame pushed back along the trajectory of the spider thread and burned the fingertips.
Sandworm closed his cracked face, huddled up and fell from the air, hitting the stone slab of the square.
The eye on Ma Guying's wall blinked, flames penetrated from the eye position, and black fragments flew everywhere.
Five people, one knife.
Repel them all.
But they didn't die.
Five Elders surrounded us again.
There was no scattered attack this time, the five people moved at the same time.
Fengxi collided head-on, Itsumade dived to the left, folded its wings, and stretched its body into a straight line, doubling its speed.
Gyūki threw out a spider web from the right side, and the web surface was covered with transparent mucus and stretched into thin threads. Sandworm drilled up from below, and all the tentacles in the split mouth ejected at the same time, and all the barbs opened.
Horse Bone Press down from above.
Five attacks arrived at the same time.
Chōjirō Sasakibe stands on Pangaea Castle edge dome.
His right hand rested on the handle of the knife, but he did not draw the knife.
His eyes moved away from the battlefield between Five Elders and Yamamoto, and fell at the feet of Red Line.
Sabaody Archipelago.
Navy warships are docking at the port.
The white sails were furled side by side, the hull was turned sideways, and the gangway was set up in the port.
Navy soldiers ran down the gangway, their white uniforms stretched into flowing lines on the wooden boards.
They rushed into the streets and into the houses, lifted the old man from his chair, picked up the child from the ground, and took the woman out of the window.
No one asked for identity, no one checked for reward orders, and no one drew a gun. They just sent people to the warship.
Whitebeard Pirates fleet docked from the other direction.
The black sails furled faster, and the pirate jumped directly from the side of the ship and landed on the cement floor of the port. He bent his knees to absorb the impact and rushed towards the street.
Ace rushed to the front, with his burned right arm hanging on his chest in a bandage, waving his left hand and shouting at the residents on both sides of the street.
Marco transformed into a phoenix and flew from one ship to another, its green flame wings tracing a trajectory among the crowd.
Vista and Jozu carried the lifeboat, which was filled with old people and children.
There is also a third team.
They emerge from the shadows of Sabaody Archipelago.
No sails, no uniforms, no flags.
They wore ordinary clothes and carried ordinary weapons.
Some people didn't even have weapons and were empty-handed.
But they rushed into the streets faster than anyone else and evacuated more efficiently than anyone else. They were familiar with every alley, the back of every building, and every corner where people could hide on the island.
Revolutionary Army.
Sasakibe glanced at the Revolutionary Army team and then took it back.
Dragon did not appear.
Revolutionary Army The supreme commander, the most vicious criminal in the world, Monkey·d·Dragon.
He did not appear on any street in Sabaody Archipelago.
Sasakibe's fingers tapped on the handle of the knife.
I have the same opinion as Mr. Genryūsai. If the coach dares not to show his flag and charge forward, he will never achieve anything.
He did not continue to read.
The evacuation below is still in progress. The three teams of Navy, Pirates, and Revolutionary Army are shuttling back and forth on the streets of Sabaody Archipelago.
Crowds of people flowed from the island to the port, old people were being supported, children were being held, women were carrying bags, and men were carrying boxes.
No one fought, no one quarreled, and no one took advantage of the chaos to rob. The white uniform ran past the black sail, and Revolutionary Army took the child from the navy soldier.
Sasakibe withdrew his gaze and looked in the direction of Yamamoto again.
Five Elders is still attacking.
Yamamoto stands in the center of the five attacks, holding Ryūjin Jakka in his right hand and his left hand behind his back.
Fengxi's shoulder bumped into him, and on one side of his body, a horned lizard rushed past him, its bone armor brushing against Haori's skin without touching his skin.
Itsumade dived in front of him from the left, his blade turned sideways and slid past Itsumade's wings, and the flames burned scorch marks on the wings.
Gyūki The spider web came from the right side. He pulled out his left hand from behind, brought his two index and middle fingers together and made a swipe in the air. The spider web was broken from the middle, and the fracture was burned to ashes.
Sandworm The tentacles ejected from below. He stepped on the air and his body floated up half a meter. The tentacles grazed the soles of his feet and the barbs cut through the air.
He did not fight back, but used minimal movements to deflect the attack.
Ryūjin Jakka's flame was suppressed by him, and the flame on the blade changed from hot to warm.
It's not that I can't fight back, it's that I don't want to.
The people on Sabaody Archipelago have not yet been evacuated. If Five Elders is killed here, the battle will be over.
After the battle, he is going to Empty Throne to deal with Gates of Hell.
There are still people on the island below who have not boarded the boat.
So he dragged on, Five Elders's attacks became more and more fierce, and Yamamoto blocked them all.
Sasakibe stood on the dome, tapping his fingers on the handle of the knife.
He had clearly seen the strength of the five people on the opposite side.
That kind of transformation ability is indeed strange, and the physical strength, speed, and regeneration ability all exceed the limits of normal organisms.
But that's where it ends.
The gap in hard power is so great that no special ability can make up for it.
Master Genryūsai is just waiting for all the people on the island below to be evacuated.
There are fewer and fewer people at the port.
The last lifeboat was pushed away from the port, the last warship retracted its gangway, and the last pirate ship raised its sails. The three fleets sailed out to sea from Sabaody Archipelago, with white sails and black sails mixed together, with lifeboats sandwiched in between.
The bow of the ship is all pointed in the direction away from Red Line.
Sasakibe looked back from the sea.
Yamamoto also withdrew his gaze.
Retract your left hand from behind your back and hold the end of the handle of the knife. Before, you had been holding the knife with your right hand and your left hand behind your back.
Now hold the dark purple handle roll with both hands at the same time.
The right hand is under the tandem, and the left hand is at the end of the handle.
The distance between his hands is exactly the width of his shoulders.
Yamamoto Hold the knife with both hands, with the blade standing on the right side of the body and the tip facing upward.
The flame retracts from the tip of the knife and from the surface of the blade to the inside.
The light was compressed into the metal of the blade, and the blade changed from gold to iron black.
He took a step forward, one step at a time, passing through the gap between the five attacks. Before Fengxi had time to react, Yamamoto had already passed by him.
The blade was pulled horizontally from right to left, slicing through Fengxi's neck. The dark red flesh inside was exposed, and blood spurted into the air from the cracks.
Itsumade flew from the left, its wings spread to the maximum, and the tips of its feathers were all aimed at the back of Yamamoto.
Yamamoto didn't look back. He changed the knife from his right hand to his left hand, holding it backwards, with the tip facing backward.
The blade of the knife passed through the armpit and pierced Itsumade's chest.
Itsumade The wings froze in the air for a moment, and the whole person slipped from the blade and fell.
Gyūki's spider web shield is in front of him.
Yamamoto knife is switched to the right hand, and the knife is slashed from top to bottom.
The spider web is divided into two halves in the middle, and the cut is smooth.
The blade continued to fall and hit Gyūki's head.
Gyūki's body split from the middle, and the left and right halves fell to both sides.
Sandworm's face was still closed, and he shrank into a ball and rolled away. Yamamoto let go of the knife.
Ryūjin Jakka flew out from his right hand, drew an arc in the air, and pierced the center of the ball with the tip of the knife pointing downwards.
The ball stopped, and the tentacles emerged from the crack and twitched a few times before all hanging down.
Yamamoto spread out his palm, and there was a small burn mark on the palm.
He wiped his hand on Haori, and the scorch marks and ashes stained the white cloth.
Then he raised his feet, stepped on the air, and walked towards Empty Throne step by step.
Wherever you step on your feet, the air ripples in circles.
Ryūjin Jakka was still inserted into Sandworm's body, and the blade vibrated slightly.
He walked past the knife, stretched out his right hand, grasped the handle of the knife, and pulled it out.
The blood on the blade was evaporated by the residual heat the moment it was pulled out.
Empty Throne.
Yamamoto stood in the air in front of the throne. The throne was empty. It had been empty for eight hundred years.
The back of the chair is engraved with the World Government logo, and the armrests are inlaid with various gemstones from all over the world.
The surface of the chair was covered with a layer of dust, eight hundred years of dust.
Then he saw someone.
Sitting on the throne, where he has been sitting since eight hundred years ago.
Only now have I decided to let others see it.
Nairona·Imu St.
There are double devil horns on the head. The horns curve upward from the hairline on the forehead. There are spiral patterns on the surface. The color is bone white and the tips are dark red. The body is
The long skirt reaches to her ankles, and the skirt is sewn with skulls.
A tail protrudes from the back of the skirt, a devil's tail, with an arrow-shaped tip.
Sengoku stood on the deck of the warship, holding his hands on the side of the ship.
The moment Observation Haki captured the breath on Empty Throne, his fingers scratched five grooves in the wood. Fire Fist Ace stood on the bow of the Moby Dick, with his left fist clenched.
His ability to see and hear was not as strong as Sengoku's, but the aura was so obvious that everyone in the entire sea could feel it.
Dragon stood on top of the mast of the Revolutionary Army ship, with the wind blowing around him and the dark green cloak rustling, and he finally appeared.
Yamamoto squinted his eyes, he had been looking for this breath from the first day he entered this world.
Now stand in front of the other party and confirm.
This guy has the power of Hell.
It's not that he was eroded by Hell, or that he cooperated with Hell, but that the power of Hell flows in his body.
That kind of black mist, that kind of thing pouring out from Gates of Hell, flows in this person's veins.
"Who the hell are you."
Imu's voice fell from the throne, neither high nor low.
Yamamoto Lift the tip of Ryūjin Jakka and align it with Imu.
"Shinigami." Two words.
Imu's head tilted slightly, the devil's horns drew an arc in the air, his tail was lifted from behind the skirt, and the tip was aimed at Yamamoto.
The scales at the tip of the tail are spread out, and the edges of each scale are dark red.
The tail suddenly shot forward, stretching into a straight line in mid-air.
The tip of the arrow shape tears the air, making a sharp whistle.
Yamamoto Knife horizontally, the blade slides against the side of the tail, and the arrow brushes the earlobe.
The tail attack failed, but the second attack followed.
Imu's body disappeared from the throne, and the next moment it appeared in front of Yamamoto.
The eye sockets of the skull on the long skirt lit up with dark red light at the same time. The light shot out from the eye sockets, and dozens of beams of light rushed towards Yamamoto's face door at the same time.
Yamamoto took a step back, stepped down, the air exploded with ripples under his feet, and the blade stood in front of him to block the light beams.
The beam hit the blade and made a tinkling sound, then bounced in all directions.
The bounced beam fell into Pangaea Castle below, the white wall was penetrated, the dome was shattered, and the pillars were broken in the middle. The fragments fell from a high place, hitting the ground and raising dust all over the sky.
Imu's tail is here again, each tip is in the shape of an arrow, and each one stabs from different angles.
At the same time, the skulls on the long skirt began to break away from the skirt, flying up one by one, with dark red light in their eyes trailing behind, surrounding Yamamoto from all directions.
Demonic energy surged out of Imu's body.
The black and red scent is so strong that it almost condenses into liquid, exuding from every pore on the surface of Imu's skin.
The air in contact with the demonic energy began to corrode and make a sizzling sound, and the gravel in contact began to melt, turning from a solid state directly into a black liquid.
Ryūjin Jakka's flame was suppressed.
The golden flame was still burning on the blade, but the edge of the flame began to dim after it came into contact with the demonic energy.
The demonic energy is wrapped up layer by layer, wrapping the flame in the middle and squeezing it inwards.
The flame boundary is shrinking, and the range extending outward from the blade shrinks from three feet to two feet, and from two feet to one foot.
Yamamoto lowered his head and glanced at the blade flame.
"Some strength." He took the knife back and held the knife across his chest with both hands.
The demonic energy is still squeezing inward, the forked tail is still approaching, and the beams from the skull's eye sockets are still shooting intensively.
"But it would be better to end it as soon as possible."
Release the handle of the knife with your right hand, leaving only your left hand holding it, with the tip of the knife hanging down to the ground.
Raise your right hand, put the tiger's mouth on the back of the blade, and wipe it from the tangent to the tip of the blade.
Wherever the palm was wiped, the golden flames on the blade were all extinguished.
The flames retracted into the metal of the blade, and the blade changed from iron black to an extremely deep light-absorbing black.
Then he raised the knife again.
Hold the knife with both hands, with the blade standing straight in front of the body and the tip pointing upward.
"Bankai."
"Zanka no Tachi."
Then the whole world began to heat up. Mary Geoise The air temperature began to jump upward from this moment.
It doesn't rise gradually, it jumps up instantly.
Pangaea Castle The stones in the ruins began to get hot, and fine bubbles appeared on the marble surface.
The remaining water in the fountain evaporated within a few seconds, and the tiles on the bottom of the pool exploded due to thermal expansion and contraction.
The metal frame of the dome began to soften, and the golden coating flowed from the surface, solidifying into golden beads before it hit the ground.
Sabaody Archipelago.
On the fleet leaving the port, everyone felt the temperature change at the same time.
It's not the heat wave coming from outside, it's the air itself that gets hotter.
Every breath you take into your lungs carries the Heat temperature, and when you breathe out, you can feel your body temperature losing from your lips.
The steam on the sea surface became thicker and spread from the harbor to the outer sea.
As the sea level begins to fall, the water vapor rises and does not condense into clouds, but is directly blown away by high-altitude air currents.
Grand Line. Water 7 The water level in the canal dropped. The shipyard craftsman stopped his tools and looked up in the direction of Red Line.
Alabasta In the desert, heat waves appeared on the surface of the sand, making the already hot air even more unbearable.
Skypiea The clouds began to thin, and the white sea of clouds evaporated from the edge.
Fish-Man Island In the deep sea, the sea water temperature passes from bottom to top. The fishman swims out of the coral reef and looks up to the sea surface.
The whole world is getting hotter at the same time.
Imu's demonic energy collapsed instantly in Yamamoto Bankai.
The black and red aura touched the edge of the white light and disappeared directly.
Erased from existence itself, leaving no trace.
The forked tail began to melt under the white light, and from the tip to the root, the scales turned into ashes.
The beam from the skull's eye socket dissipated before it hit Yamamoto. The dark red light was like ink dripping into boiling water in the white light, diluting into nothingness in an instant.
Yamamoto lifted Zanka no Tachi above his head.
The white light on the blade converged, changing from spreading outward to condensing inward. All the light was retracted into the metal of the blade, and the blade turned black again.
It's not the light-absorbing black before, it's the pure black that remains after it's burned out.
"Rising Sun Blade."
The knife fell.
The blade cuts a vertical line from top to bottom.
The speed is not fast, and there is no sound as the blade cuts through the air.
There was no flame, no heat wave, no light.
Only the blade itself.
The moment the blade touched Imu.
Imu's body begins to disappear from the position where the blade comes into contact.
The demon's double horns on its head turn into ashes little by little from the tips.
The ashes floated up, and continued to decompose before they floated out of the range of the blade, turning into finer powder, turning into particles invisible to the naked eye, and turning into nothingness. Imu's mouth was open, his lips were moving, but no sound came out.
His body disappeared layer by layer from the outside to the inside.
Skin, muscles, and bones all turn into ashes, ashes turn into powder, and powder turns into nothingness.
After a few breaths, there was only air left where Imu was standing.
His body completely disappeared, along with the demonic energy in his body and the Hell power flowing in his body.
All were erased from the existence of the world by Rising Sun Blade.
There was no blood, no remains, no trace of his existence.
Empty Throne split in the middle.
The cracks in the chair back extend from top to bottom, through the seat cushion and through the base.
Eight hundred years of ash rose from the chair surface and scattered in the air.
A door appears behind the throne.
Yamamoto walked over and stepped on the ruins of the throne, the gravel breaking into smaller pieces under his feet. He stood in front of this fan Gates of Hell.
Just like the Soul Society door, the doorframe has intertwined skeletons and hands held together between the bones.
But the door is blue.
The light coming out of the crack in the door was blue, very light and cold.
The black mist pouring out of the door frame has been evaporated by the residual heat of Rising Sun Blade, leaving only the bare bones.
"Just cut it off here."
Yamamoto lifts Zanka no Tachi, the black color of the blade is still there, but the blade does not return to white after Rising Sun Blade.
He pointed the tip of the knife at the Gates of Hell door crack and held the knife in both hands.
The knife fell.
The moment the blade cut into the crack, blue light poured out from the crack in the door and hit the blade.
The light was cut in half by the blade and spread to both sides.
The blade continued to cut downward, cutting through the intertwined skeletons on the door frame. The bones were broken under the blade, and the fracture was smooth.
The bones of the hand that were held together were separated from the middle, and the finger bones bounced apart one by one.
Gates of Hell No longer extracts the soul of this world Soul Power.
The extremely weak suction force gushing out from the crack in the door stopped the moment the blade completely cut through the crack in the door.
The blue light dissipated from the crack in the door, and the eye sockets of the skull on the door frame no longer glowed.
The whole door turned into a dead bone.
Yamamoto put Zanka no Tachi back into the scabbard.
The moment the blade hit the sheath, it made a very light metal collision sound.
Sasakibe landed next to him, with his toes on the ruins of the throne, his knees bent to absorb the impact of the fall, and then he straightened up.
"Genryūsai-sama."
He glanced at the Gates of Hell that had lost its light.
After the blue light dissipated, only gray-white bones remained in the door frame. There were fine cracks on the surface of the bones, extending from the top to the bottom of the door frame.
They can't go back.
Go back to Hell through this door and then back to Soul Society from Hell. This road no longer exists.
The moment the door was cut off, the passage connecting the two worlds was completely sealed.
Yamamoto Put the scabbard back on your waist.
He pressed his right hand on the handle of the knife to confirm that the knife was fully retracted, then put his hand down and hung it by his side.
"Let's go, Sasakibe."
There is no ups and downs in the sound.
"Let's find an island as our cemetery."
Sasakibe put his right hand on the handle of the knife at his waist and leaned forward slightly.
"Yes, Master Genryūsai."
Yamamoto took a step forward and stepped on the air, creating ripples. The ripples spread from the soles of his feet to all directions and disappeared into the wind above Red Line.
Sasakibe followed him, two steps away, the same as when he came.
The two people's backs were stretched by the sunlight and fell on the red rock wall of Red Line.
On the sea below, white sails and black sails were parked there.
The people on the boat raised their heads and looked at the two figures walking into the distance in the sky.
The two figures are getting smaller and smaller, getting further and further away.
Finally disappeared on the line where the sea and the sky meet.