"This is Hell Gate!"
Listening to Shisui's narration, Sengoku looked forward.
The criminal selected by Gernika was shot to death, and a huge door decorated with bones suddenly appeared.
Feeling the invisible pressure, Sengoku pushed up his glasses, with a searching look on his face.
"Great King entered Hell because he wanted to establish contact with Hell--"
"But what can you do after signing the contract?"
He is not ignorant of the rumors about Hell.
Even among Soul Society, Hell is something that is not easily talked about.
When Hell Gate is turned on, those guilty souls will be drawn into it and be punished.
There is also Great Noble of Soul Society, which specializes in handling Hell matters.
What is Kenma's purpose in doing this? He is willing to risk his own life to get into Hell?
Shisui shook his head, looking impatient.
"The master must have his own ideas when doing this, and we have no right to interfere."
Thinking of Kenma entering Hell, Shisui was heartbroken and frowned deeply.
"My lord has said before that we need to leave a backup plan for the war.
"I don't know what kind of backhand it is - and what kind of war it is about?"
The war with Quincy has ended. Although the results are not ideal, it is their victory after all.
Those remaining Quincy are already Nezumi in the gutter and cannot cause much harm.
Unless Yhwach is resurrected, there might be a counterattack from Quincy.
But that was also a hundred years later!
They have nearly a hundred years to deal with the remnants of Quincy and nip them in the bud. Kenma doesn't need to be so anxious.
Then there is only one war left.
Sengoku looked thoughtful.
"Is it about the battle with Soul Society?"
Now that Soul Society is under their surveillance, Shinigami will not be their opponent.
Right now, there is only one person who can pose a threat to them.
Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni!
"Or--the guardians of the Soul King Palace?"
Sengoku raised his head and glanced upward from the light, as if he could see the palace standing in the sky through the Shadow Space barrier here.
Shisui couldn't stop feeling worried.
"But no matter what, it is too dangerous for adults to enter Hell. Who knows what threats there are in Hell!"
Hell is too mysterious.
Even Shinigami of Seireitei knows very little necessary information.
Sengoku withdrew his gaze and looked at Hell Gate who appeared again.
Compared to Shisui beside him, his expression was much calmer.
"Don't worry, Great King is very powerful, even Hell can't cause any harm to him."
"Besides, he also signed a contract with us people. As long as our lives are hanging here, nothing will happen to him!
At this moment, as Hell Gate appeared again, and after taking away the sinner's soul, Gernika walked over with a troubled expression.
"Master Shisui, there is only one sinner left."
Shisui turned around and saw that the open space ahead was already filled with more than ten corpses.
Another one, under the control of Onmitsukidō member, stood in front of the pile of corpses.
Sengoku was shocked.
"This is gone?"
"You have prepared just so many sinners?"
Gernika lowered his head, his tone full of fear.
"I'm sorry, time is tight and we only caught so many of them as our top priority."
Shisui shouted to Gernika, "Continue to send people to arrest Human World!"
He looked at the only remaining person, his eyes darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "As for this person - kill him."
"Try again!"
Hearing this, Gernika raised the gun and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang!
Gunshots rang out and the man fell in a pool of blood.
Hell's door rumblingly appeared, sucked the sinner's soul in, then slammed shut and disappeared.
After a while, Kenma still did not appear.
Seeing this scene, Shisui had already expected it, but he still felt a sense of urgency when he didn't see Kenma come out.
Sengoku pinched his eyebrows and said, "If they are criminals, I will send someone to pick them out among the prisoners, and we should be able to find some useful ones!"
Gernika also hurriedly assured, "Some of our people remain in the human world. Considering that they are needed urgently, these people are only the first batch at the moment, and there will be more to come, and they are being shipped here."
Shisui nodded, his expression softening slightly.
"Go quickly, I'll wait for you here."
Just as the two Sengoku turned around, a familiar roar suddenly came from behind.
The steps he just took stopped and he quickly turned his head to look.
In the open space, the Hell Gate appeared again.
But this time, it was not initiated through those sinners.
Shisui's eyes widened, and his face showed a hint of joy.
"Is it possible--my lord succeeded!"
Sengoku stared closely at Hell Gate, which was slowly opening, and calmly echoed, "It looks like that."
Boom!
The door seemed to have been violently hit from the inside, and there was a dull sound.
The heavy door could not withstand the impact at all, and the chain holding the door Binding Vow was instantly broken by the huge force.
The two doors were opened to their limit, revealing the red light inside, and the miasma filled the air wantonly.
In the red light at the door, a tall figure was stepping out.
The steps were steady, and as he walked out step by step, the figure gradually became clearer.
Shisui could no longer suppress the joy on his face and exhaled excitedly.
"Sir! I'm so glad you're okay!"
The person coming is none other than Kenma.
Hell Gate stepped out with one foot and landed on the solid ground. Kenma's face relaxed a little.
He looked forward, saw Shisui and others clearly, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
"Shisui, I've kept you waiting for a long time."
After he walked out, a huge arm slowly stretched out from the gate of Hell.
The skin is pale and the phalanges are distinct. The five fingers of the big hand are spread out and grasping Kenma.
Seeing this scene, the expression on Shisui's face suddenly changed, and he quickly shouted, "Sir, be careful!"
But Kenma didn't panic at all, he just turned his head slightly and looked at the palm that was getting bigger and bigger.
"I know you are very reluctant to let me go, but you can't help it-"
He waved his hand, and countless sharp blades were swung, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
The arm immediately turned into scattered flesh and blood, mixed with white broken bones.
After cutting off the arm, Hell was still ready to move, and several more arms stretched out from the door to grab Kenma.
Kenma sighed.
"I still have some things to do here, so just stay still!"
"When it's done, I'll go in and stay with you!"
Kenma's words seemed to have an effect, and the arms suddenly stopped.
After a few seconds of silence, the arm slowly retreated.
Hell's door made a sound, closed, and disappeared into thin air.
The invisible oppression on the field dissipated, and everyone suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Shisui walked forward, his face full of worry. "Sir, this was----"
Kenma pinched his chin and explained, "You can think of it as some kind of will of Hell."
"I don't understand the details, but it seems that Hell quite likes me."
Sengoku and Gernika also stepped forward with surprise on their faces.
"Hell's will----could it be that Hell still has some kind of thinking?"
"Great King signed a contract with Hell, so that's why it's like this?"
Kenma pinched his eyebrows, and his tone revealed a hint of uncertainty.
"How should I put it? What you said is correct."
He turned his head and looked at the place where Hell Gate had just appeared, his eyes a little dazed.
"I just entered Hell. I didn't go deep. I only established a connection with Hell at the top level."
After Kenma and Hell signed a contract, Meimei felt a great will.
Its will is not like that of a human being, with many emotions and the ability to carry out various complex thoughts.
On the contrary, it is like an operating program that maintains the existence of Hell, mechanical and cold, pure and direct.
It's like a simple neurological reflex.
There is no joy, anger, or consciousness, it is just an instinct.
After discovering the existence of Kenma, Hell Will not only did not resist, but accepted it completely.
He even plans to leave Kenma permanently in Hell, allowing him to become Hell's thinking organ and perform more advanced thinking operations.
It's a bit similar to the various fairies in Type-Moon World who serve as organs of the earth, such as the Great Heat Dissipator--
And now Kenma is the brain of Hell.
But Hell's will is too huge, and Kenma dare not take risks.
He had a vague feeling that if he really agreed to Hell Will, his entire existence would be assimilated by Hell.
By then, it remains to be seen whether he is he or not.
"So I didn't dare to go deep. After getting rid of Hell's entanglement, I ran out."
"But I had to make a lot of transactions and write an IOU before I could get out."
After saying that, he reached out and pulled down the shirt on his chest, exposing the skin underneath.
Shisui looked at Kenma's chest, and his eyes suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhole.
"This, this is?"
When he was in the hot spring, he had seen Kenma's body.
Originally, there was a flower tattoo on Kenma's body, occupying almost half of his chest.
But now all those tattoos have disappeared, replaced by a golden skull.
It's like a sign, deeply etched in my heart.
Kenma said calmly, "After signing the contract with Hell, Hell marked me."
"Transaction--mark?"
Sengoku frowned deeply, and his face darkened instantly.
He asked nervously, "What harm does this do to Great King? What does trading mean?"
Kenma shook his head. "There is no harm, it is just an external manifestation of the contract."
"Hell has recognized me and wants to make me the manager of the entity and the agent of its will. Likewise, I have the highest authority in Hell's system and can also rely on Hell's power to a certain extent in the outside world."
"As for the IOU, it's just a compromise made for this trip."
Seeing that several people's faces were still worried, Kenma looked free and easy, and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, it's nothing serious. Rather, this trip to Hell has been very fruitful for me."
Shisui looked anxious. "But sir, you also said it was an IOU. Even if you have gained a lot now, you will have to pay it back after all!
"In the future, Hell will definitely drag you down, so what will happen then?"
Kenma smiled lightly, with a hint of mockery in his expression.
"Shisui, I personally am more trustworthy, but this time I have no such plans!"
"There is no reason why you must return something you borrowed!"
This time, Kenma is going to be a bad guy.
It would be fine if it were ordinary, but the transaction given by Hell this time was too expensive.
By analogy, his existence is to Hell, just like Spirit King is to Three Worlds.
The amount was so heavy that Kenma couldn't afford it, so he had to sell himself to pay off the debt.
In this case, Kenma simply will not return it.
Shisui wanted to say something more, but Sengoku on the side patted him on the shoulder.
"Shisui, Great King are always cautious and have their own considerations, so we don't need to worry too much."
Shisui also knew that he could not persuade Kenma's decision.
What's more, things have already happened, and no matter what he says, it's useless.
Despite all the worries in his heart, Shisui could only accept it.
He looked at the skull on Kenma's chest and suddenly thought of something.
"Sir, what should I do with this pattern? Normally, it's fine. Clothes can hide it, but Lady Yoruichi will definitely find it."
"That's easy to say."
Kenma With a thought in his mind, the pattern on his chest sunk deeply into his skin.
From the outside, there is no trace at all.
"This mark is embedded in my spirit body. Although it cannot be eliminated, it can be hidden."
"That'll be fine."
He pulled up his clothes, glanced at the people in front of him, and landed on Sengoku.
"Sengoku, why are you here and not maintaining order outside?"
"I received news from Zephyr and came to see Great King. I have something to ask for Great King's opinion on."
Sengoku pushed up his glasses.
Gernika sent people to surround this area, and they must obtain his permission to keep the soldiers away from this place when patrolling. He naturally knew that.
But when he thought of what he was going to say next, his voice suddenly became a little heavier.
"Great King, please withdraw everyone."
Seeing Sengoku being so serious, Kenma waved his hand.
Gernika Seeing this, he quickly left with his subordinates.
There are only three people Sengoku left in this open space.
Sengoku opened his mouth, gritted his teeth and said, "It's about those Quincy prisoners--"
"After these few days of contact, we found that all of these prisoners are filled with hatred and think about revenge all the time."
"In just a few Amanai, several resistances broke out. Fortunately, the soldiers suppressed them in time, so they did not cause too much damage."
"Great King, now I can make a conclusion that these Quincys can never be used by us!
Kenma nodded slightly and touched the land under his feet.
"This is natural. After all, we are invaders who occupied their hometown and killed their families and companions. Now it is almost impossible for them to surrender wholeheartedly."
"In addition, they are obsessed with the king who will be resurrected in a hundred years - even if we advertise that Yhwach is dead, they will not believe it."
For these Quincy, Yhwach is their belief.
Generations of people have been singing the praises of Yhwach throughout their lives. I believe that Yhwach will come back just like Inazuma.
Denying these now is equivalent to denying the underlying code that they have implemented throughout their lives. Naturally, they will not believe it.
What's more, Yhwach is really not dead!
A trace of worry flashed in Kenma's heart and he looked at Sengoku.
"What are you going to do?"
Sengoku looked solemn, and the lens in front of his eyes reflected light, covering his eyes.
But his voice was completely cold.
"Kill!"