"I don't like Aizen either! But a worthless fool like you has no right to insult him." Baraggan had served under Aizen for five hundred years. He had never liked the man, but Aizen's strength was beyond question.
Gerrard scrambled to his feet. The Quincy around him stared in disbelief.
"Captain Gerrard! We'll help you!" The Quincy rushed toward him.
Gerrard's face twisted. "Get lost! I don't need you!"
He had boasted before His Majesty, only to be humiliated almost immediately.
"Arrancar, you brought this on yourself! Don't blame me for what happens next! Perfect Sanctification!" Gerrard activated Perfect Sanctification, and power erupted from him, multiplying his strength severalfold.
"Arrancar, do you know my ability? The Jail. As long as you aren't a Quincy, no one can escape my Jail! Rot in there!" Gerrard roared, his face contorted.
A cage appeared beneath Baraggan's feet, trapping him inside.
Baraggan gave a low, cold laugh. "Quincy, do you know something? Nothing in this world can withstand aging! Rot! King of Despair!"
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"Rot! King of Despair!" Baraggan entered Resurrección. His Reiatsu surged again, and a black miasma spread around him like a curse.
One curious Quincy reached out to touch the black mist. His arm turned to bare bone in an instant. A second or two later, even the bone was gone.
"Aaaah!" the Quincy screamed. Gerrard frowned. How could he disgrace himself like that in front of a Hollow? Didn't he realize he was embarrassing His Majesty and Gerrard as well?
With a wave of his hand, Gerrard blew apart the head of the Quincy whose arm had decayed.
"Hmph! A cheap trick. No power in this world can break out of my Jail, not even a Vastolorde!" Despite his words, Gerrard