The King, Now With an Image! (Seeking Reads!)

Vimana possessed a sturdy body like a giant bird, its entire frame formed almost entirely from gold and emeralds.

In the Type-Moon World, Vimana was a mythical flying vessel that traveled from Babylon to India, recorded in the two great ancient Indian epics, the Ramayana and the Mahabharata, and was also known as the Throne of the Heaven-Soaring King.

Naturally, it was also stored within the Gate of Babylon belonging to Gilgamesh.

Now, for the first time, Gilgamesh was displaying this Noble Phantasm in the Bleach world.

The Throne of the Heaven-Soaring King, a radiant vessel soaring through the sky, was blooming with its own glory within the Bleach world.

At the same time, people who had originally intended to go to sleep suddenly discovered that the sky seemed to have brightened.

Yet they clearly remembered that night had fallen only a short while ago; could their memories be failing them?

Some, carrying such doubts, walked out of their homes and looked toward the direction of the "light."

At this sight, they were struck dumb, their faces filled with shock.

In their eyes, beneath the pitch-black night sky, a "giant bird" shimmering with radiance was floating above the firmament, as if myth had descended into reality.

At this moment, Gilgamesh was sitting upon the Throne of the Heaven-Soaring King aboard Vimana, looking down to cast a glance at Marechiyo Omaeda.

Gilgamesh did not speak; Vimana seemed to perceive his intent and flew off in a certain direction.

Meanwhile, cold sweat had already broken out on Marechiyo Omaeda's face.

No one knew how much pressure that single glance from Gilgamesh had just exerted upon Marechiyo Omaeda.

At the same time, Marechiyo Omaeda understood the meaning behind Gilgamesh's gaze: he was to follow.

Under normal circumstances, Marechiyo Omaeda might have already been thinking of running away.

But for some reason, under that recent look from Gilgamesh, Marechiyo Omaeda felt a palpitation similar to when he faced his own captain.

This made Marechiyo Omaeda feel it was inconceivable.

One had to know that his captain, Soi Fon, was not only the captain of the Second Division but also the commander-in-chief of the Stealth Force and captain of the First Division of the Onmitsukidō.

These various titles were enough to show Soi Fon's strength.

And how could the young Gilgamesh compare to Soi Fon?

Marechiyo Omaeda was only willing to believe that his senses had failed him.

Not wanting to dwell on it, Marechiyo Omaeda gritted his teeth, glared fiercely at Ichiro Mizunaka who was slumped on the ground beside him, and barked, "I'll settle the score with you when I get back!"

With that, Marechiyo Omaeda did not hesitate, immediately using Shunpo to take to the air, rapidly pursuing the departing Vimana.

As for Ichiro Mizunaka, his mind was in a daze, with only fear remaining in his heart.

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

Marechiyo Omaeda was already using Shunpo at full speed, darting rapidly through the air, yet he still could not catch up to Vimana, only able to watch as it constantly pulled away.

Marechiyo Omaeda even had the feeling that this was not yet Vimana's full speed.

This made his mood grow increasingly irritable, and he couldn't help but mutter, "Damn it, what the hell is this thing? How is it so fast? And who exactly is that brat?"

Soon, Gilgamesh piloted Vimana to an uninhabited area in Inuzuri.

A moment later, Marechiyo Omaeda also arrived there, stepping through the air with Shunpo.

Standing in the void, Marechiyo Omaeda saw Vimana up close for the first time.

Although he didn't know what Vimana was, Marechiyo Omaeda couldn't help but be stunned by it.

Marechiyo Omaeda dared to swear that since he was born, he had never seen anything so miraculous, so magnificent, so charming, and so noble.

It was as if it were a miracle of the Creator; every part of Vimana seemed perfectly placed, giving one a sense of perfection.

Marechiyo Omaeda could not imagine what kind of person could possess and command this flying vessel...

No...

Marechiyo Omaeda suddenly snapped to his senses, his gaze involuntarily drifting toward the Throne of the Heaven-Soaring King atop Vimana.

There, Gilgamesh sat lazily, looking at him with a faint smile.

The harmony between Gilgamesh and Vimana was so absolute that while Marechiyo Omaeda was lost in observing the vessel, he had subconsciously regarded Gilgamesh as a perfect part of it.

No, to be more precise, it was because of Gilgamesh that Vimana possessed such an incomparable sense of nobility.

This feeling, this feeling...

For some reason, a single word suddenly emerged in Marechiyo Omaeda's mind, occupying his entire consciousness.

King!

Subsequently, this word "King" transformed into the image of Gilgamesh.

It was as if the word "King" had taken on its own form.

Under the illumination of the Star of Omniscience, Gilgamesh directly peered into Marechiyo Omaeda's thoughts.

The conquest... has already begun.

Watching the dazed Marechiyo Omaeda, Gilgamesh spoke slowly, his tone majestic and beyond question: "Marechiyo Omaeda, come. Let This King see the strength of the Second Division lieutenant."

Marechiyo Omaeda finally snapped back to reality.

He knew this was a show of force from Gilgamesh.

Veins began to throb on his forehead; Marechiyo Omaeda felt displeased, extremely displeased.

Although he sensed that Gilgamesh was no simpleton and could not gauge the man's true strength, he was naturally arrogant and possessed his own pride.

Who was he? He was the lieutenant of the Second Division of the Thirteen Court Guard Squads, Marechiyo Omaeda!

Marechiyo Omaeda could not help but roar: "You arrogant brat, I don't know who you are, but let me tell you, I am no pushover!"

"If you want to see my full strength, then as you wish!"

"I hope you don't regret this!"

As he spoke, Marechiyo Omaeda reached out toward Gilgamesh atop the Vimana and began to chant: "Heed the king, mask of flesh and bone, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of man."

Following Marechiyo Omaeda's chant, a surging spiritual pressure poured forth, and terrifying spiritual energy gathered in his palm, coalescing into a scorching ball of fire.

"Truth and temperance, upon this wall of sinless dreams, unleash but slightly!"

"Way of Destruction No. 33... Sokatsui!"

With a fierce shout, the fireball gathered in his palm transformed into a violent burst of flame, crashing ruthlessly toward the nearby Vimana.

BOOM!

A violent explosion rang out, accompanied by a sky full of smoke.

Listening to the sound, Marechiyo Omaeda couldn't help but think: Did I get him?

But before Marechiyo Omaeda could dwell on it, the smoke before him dissipated, revealing the unscathed Vimana and the shimmering light barrier that had flickered for a moment to block the Sokatsui.

His pupils constricted sharply, and Marechiyo Omaeda stared at the scene in disbelief.

Gilgamesh did not speak, merely watching Marechiyo Omaeda calmly with his wine-red eyes.

Seeing this, Marechiyo Omaeda gritted his teeth and said: "Brat, you forced my hand. I hope you don't die!"

As he spoke, Marechiyo Omaeda raised his hand once more toward Gilgamesh on the Vimana, chanting with a tone even more impassioned than before: "Scattered bones of the beast, spires, crimson crystal, wheels of steel."

"Move as the wind, stand as the sky."

"The sound of spears striking rings through the hollow city!"

"Way of Destruction No. 63... Raikohou!"