Madara gently tapped Yamamoto Genryūsai's old face, which was so angry that it flushed with anger.
"Now do you understand the gap between you and me? No matter how powerful you are, without authority, in front of Underworld Bureaucracy Yama, you are just an ant who can be slaughtered by others. Your so-called pride and strength are not worth mentioning at all!"
Yamamoto Genryūsai felt the cold touch on his face.
His eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, his old face was knocked to the ground, and he turned his head to look at Madara with difficulty.
"Do you think that if you humiliate me like this, I will recognize your so-called Underworld Bureaucracy! Even if I die here, don't even think about me lowering my head!"
"Haha, since you are so insistent, you can kneel down if you want! I want to see how long the pride in your heart can keep you kneeling here like a dog!"
A trace of disdain flashed in Madara's eyes, do you really think that Underworld Bureaucracy must force this old guy to surrender? If he is stubborn, Madara can make this old guy kneel until the end of time.
Under Yamamoto Genryūsai's cannibalistic eyes, a sneer appeared at the corner of Madara's mouth.
"Yama's Edict, kneel down!"
Following Madara's soft cry, he saw Yama's Blade in Madara's hand, and the densely packed runes on the blade squirmed.
Then countless runes formed the word "Kneeling". In Yamamoto Genryūsai's surprised eyes, this strange black word was suddenly engraved on his bare head.
However, after understanding the rules of this rune, Yamamoto Genryūsai's body trembled violently.
Because a clear message came into his mind, which probably meant when he truly surrendered to Underworld Bureaucracy and when he could truly stand up.
However, he didn't quite believe it at first, but when Madara walked past him, he found that he still couldn't get up. At this moment, his heart was filled with real panic.
"No... No! How could there be such a thing? I don't believe it. I will never believe it!"
Yamamoto Genryūsai kept comforting himself in his heart.
He wanted to use his huge power, but Reiatsu, who used to be as commanding as his arm, made no sound at all, and even his body didn't seem to belong to him at this moment.
However, he could clearly feel all the sensations in his body.
That humiliating posture and the cold temperature of the ground.
Only at this moment did he understand the meaning of what Madara just said, which meant that if he didn't recognize Underworld Bureaucracy from the bottom of his heart, he would kneel here in this posture forever.
Thinking of this, even at this moment Yamamoto Genryūsai still has a lot of pride in his heart, and he can't help but panic. After all, this weird power from the heart is really inexplicable.
"Boy, when you come back, I am willing to surrender to Underworld Bureaucracy!"
What he was thinking in his mind was to pretend to surrender to this mysterious force of Underworld Bureaucracy.
When he is out of trouble, he will contact Soul King Palace and Death God of those Squad Zero, and then catch all these Underworld Bureaucracy in one go.
However, Madara ignored his call and walked straight towards the captains of 12th Division.
Looking at the many captains who were also kneeling on the ground, Madara looked at them with cold eyes.
And as Madara's gaze swept over them one by one, a trace of uneasiness and fear flashed in the eyes of every Death God captain kneeling here.
They were not as powerful as Yamamoto Genryūsai. When Madara approached, the fear in their hearts made them unable to help but kowtow.
It's just that Madara didn't fully use Yama's Blade's authority, so at this moment they could barely straighten their bodies.
"Okay! It's your turn, are you willing to surrender Underworld Bureaucracy, or be like your captain and kneel here forever, choose!
You only have one chance, and if it weren't for your close connection with this world, this choice would never have come to you."
The captains of 12th Division felt a sudden shock in their hearts, and their eyes couldn't help but look at Yamamoto Genryūsai, who was still kneeling on the ground. At this moment, everyone was very confused.
After all, once Underworld Bureaucracy surrenders, it means betraying Soul Society, but if they don't surrender, in their current state, they are no longer the enemy of the other side.
How can they resist like this?
Just when the atmosphere gradually fell into silence, a trace of impatience flashed in Madara's eyes. He hated people who were grinding and chirping the most.
"I'll give you three minutes. If you haven't made a choice after three minutes, just stay here with your captain!"
After saying this, Madara drew a clock on the ground with his knife.
The clock that was originally just a picture suddenly jumped due to a strange force, and this clock only had three minutes of time.
"Click! Crack!"
The second hand that beat like a real clock kept hitting the atria of the captains, causing every Death God captain to experience intense mental exhaustion, with traces of sweat dripping from their foreheads.
Time passed bit by bit, and as the second hand moved twice, it reached the last minute.
Finally, under strong psychological pressure, Mayuri Kurotsuchi of 12th Division could not help but speak.
"Sir... I, 12th Division, am willing to surrender to Underworld Bureaucracy."
Instantly all the captains looked at Mayuri Kurotsuchi.
Mayuri Kurotsuchi grinned.
"Everyone, do we still have a choice now! If we hesitate any longer, we will be like Captain Yamamoto, who will have to kneel here and be humiliated for the rest of his life.
With such a punishment, do you really have the confidence to persevere to the end? You must know that we are all the captains of Soul Society. When the time comes, we will be pointed out by those ordinary souls. I hope everyone's pride will not collapse!"
Following Mayuri Kurotsuchi's explanation, every captain felt a sudden change in his heart.
Looking at Captain Yamamoto kneeling on the ground in a humiliating posture not far away, they no longer hesitated at this moment.
They are not afraid of death, but living in such humiliation is unbearable for their pride.
"I, 2nd Division, am willing to surrender."
"I, 3rd Division, am willing to surrender."
"Sixth Division is willing to surrender!" Byakuya Kuchiki replied coldly and said no more.
After all, surrendering or something like that would be the ultimate shame for him as a noble, but if he were to be like Yamamoto Genryūsai, he could not wait to die immediately.
"Tenth Division is willing to surrender!" Toshiro also said silently. His pride was shattered when Zanpakuto was shattered. Now he is just following the crowd!
Seeing Captain Death God express his surrender one by one, Madara nodded slightly, then waved his hand, and twelve tokens flew out of his hand instantly.
Twelve tokens with a dark Darkshine glow flew in front of all Death God captains.
In the confused eyes of the twelve captains, everyone felt a strong tearing pain in their souls.
A white mark of true spirit flew out from his forehead and was instantly submerged into the twelve tokens.
Then the Death God captains felt their souls become clear, and along with the refreshing coolness in their bodies, the Reishi in their bodies was rapidly being eroded and fused by a mysterious force.
Then a powerful sinister wind burst out from everyone's body.
What followed was that everyone felt that they suddenly controlled a mysterious power.
This power is absolute control over the soul.
And possesses a certain personality initially bestowed by Underworld Bureaucracy.
After quickly sorting out the information conveyed by the personality in their minds, they also understood their next responsibilities, as well as some rules from Underworld Bureaucracy.
Seeing that the twelve people had successfully taken office, Madara nodded with satisfaction.
"From now on, you will be affiliated with Twelve Underworld Offices and have the power to inspect the Yin and Yang Realms.
But the rules of Underworld Bureaucracy and Soul Society are different, that is, you cannot easily break the boundary between life and death. You must not interfere in the affairs of the living, and you must not derelict in the affairs of the dead! You understand!"
Many Death God captains were shocked. From this moment on, they were bound to Underworld Bureaucracy for life and death. If Underworld Bureaucracy was strong, they would be stronger. Once Underworld Bureaucracy suffered a devastating blow, they would immediately be shattered.
At the same time, they must strictly implement the rules set by Underworld Bureaucracy, otherwise once Karmic Force is entangled, Eighteen Levels of Hell will be their final destination.
This life-and-death relationship made the captains of 12th Division feel a strong sense of discomfort.
From now on, no matter how powerful they are, they cannot easily interfere with the development of World of the Living. To be honest, they have some regrets.
After all, although Soul Society had many constraints in the past, these constraints were never on the captain-level Death God.
And starting from today, they will be tightly trapped by Underworld Bureaucracy. Not only that, they must also do their best to serve Underworld Bureaucracy.