The Unforgiven from Shinigami
Loly's Negación Threads is a product of Szayelaporro's imitation of Kenpachi Azashiro Zanpakuto.
It surpasses the original in some aspects, but it also has its shortcomings. For example, since she is in Hueco Mundo, the information that the Negación Threads gather in the World of the Living cannot be transmitted.
Only when the Garganta opens, and her Negación Threads extend outward to connect with those Negación Threads that roam the World of the Living, can she learn what information those hidden in the World of the Living have gathered.
Ginjo and his group's actions were immediately detected by the Negación Threads.
When Loly opened her eyes, she transmitted the message to Szayelaporro and Ulquiorra through the Negación Threads.
Dark green eyes opened.
" Ulquiorra, take me with you!"
A triumphant voice echoed through the silent palace.
The Forest of Menos Emptiness is shrouded in tranquility and darkness.
Szayelaporro pushed up his glasses. "Let's go, Gillian!"
Beep beep beep beep.
A bright red alarm instantly blared throughout the entire Research and Development Institute.
Rin Tsubokura, who was in charge of detecting the spiritual waves, turned pale. His hands pounded on the keyboard, locking the location and sounding the alarm. He said in a trembling voice, "Detected one, two, four... Damn it, multiple Menos Grande reactions in World of the Living Tokyo!"
The twinkling stars suddenly went dark.
On top of Tokyo Tower, Shiraishi was about to set off when he landed and looked up at the night sky. Darker cracks appeared, and unusual Reiatsu fluctuations emanated from the sky.
It's not just the Menos Grande Gillian.
He frowned slightly.
"What's going on? The night sky feels oppressive tonight."
Renji Abarai tugged at the collar of his Shihakushō, as if that would release the suffocating feeling of oppression, his gaze occasionally glancing upwards.
The Void Spirits also went berserk, shouting and yelling as if they had been provoked by something.
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Pale, pointed noses appeared in the air, followed by the appearance of the entire mask of the Menos Grande Gillian above Tokyo.
Deep within the rift, a figure much taller and stronger than a human stood there, shouting, "Use Cero!"
An order was issued.
The Gillian were very obedient to their opponents, each gathering crimson Cero from their noses, intending to provide Tokyo with a free Cero cleanup service.
As a member of the government, Shiraishi naturally could not allow such an improper service relationship to unfold before his eyes, and immediately rushed forward to stop it.
Meanwhile, within the Third Research Institute, an unusual Reiatsu from the skies above Tokyo was transmitted here.
Kūgo Ginjō and the others glanced in that direction instinctively.
An oval-shaped Garganta opened up inside the ward.
A torrent of dark green water instantly filled the entire ward, Isshin Shiba, who had lost the power of Shinigami, immediately lost consciousness.
That was Reiatsu as deep as the ocean.
Masaki Kurosaki quickly scooped up Isshin Shiba to escape. She knew very well that she couldn't defeat this Hollow; escaping would be a victory in itself.
Kūgo Ginjō did not choose to run away, not because he was brave and would rather die than retreat in the face of a Hollow, but because he knew in his heart that the other party was coming for him.
That's the mysterious sixth sense.
Running away will only put you at a disadvantage.
He gripped the cross necklace, which transformed into a massive two-handed sword. He gathered his Reiatsu and unleashed a powerful slash forward.
Shūkurō Tsukishima also transformed a bookmark into a samurai sword, moving behind him to slash it.
Riruka held a dollhouse in her right hand, and rubbed her left index finger and thumb together to shoot out a heart shape.
Kiriko Tazawa slammed her hand on the ground, instantly setting a time limit for the entire room. If the Hollow didn't die within three minutes, everyone would be strengthened.
Yukio pressed a button on her handheld game console, activating the Invaders Must Die ability to teleport herself and the unconscious Tristan, avoiding any burden on the others present.
"Too slow."
Under such extreme conditions, it should be impossible for a person to speak.
However, Kūgo Ginjō did indeed hear the ethereal voice in front of him—no, it should be said that he felt it—those dark green eyes conveying their meaning with a gaze more powerful than words.
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Before this being, humanity faces the same fate whether it flees or not.
winter.
The illusion disappeared, yet it didn't completely vanish.
They disappeared from their attack, but not from their sight.
With fingertips pressed against Kiriko Tazawa's heart, a dark green Cero pierced through her heart, and with a kick to the right and back, her toes like knives, she severed Shūkurō Tsukishima's head.
The dark green lightsaber in his right hand pierced through Kūgo Ginjō's cross sword, lifting his body.
Ulquiorra opened his mouth and unleashed a Black Cero that was powerful enough to distort space.
Boom!
Yukio's ability was only halfway activated when it was engulfed by the Black Cero, turning Tristan on the bed into ashes.
A black torrent stretched for twenty kilometers, destroying half a city in the distance, with the aftershocks creating a spectacular scene reminiscent of a nuclear explosion.
The earth trembled.
The Negación Threads extending from the Garganta pulled all the spirits of the group into Hueco Mundo.
The dark green eyes turned to the only remaining Riruka, whose wine-red eyes widened, not from nearsightedness, but from fear.
A powerful fear welled up inside her, controlling her limbs and making her realize that she had to become like Ginjo and the others.
He died beneath this void.
The pure white fingertips shimmered with a dark green light.
She stared blankly, hating for the first time how acute her senses were. How blissful it would be if she were less sensitive, unable to even feel pain, and simply perished.
Ulquiorra zoomed in, realizing he couldn't capture his target, and immediately Sonído and left.
A sharp blade flashed down.
An arm fell to the ground and vanished, turning into black particles.
The Garganta has closed.
"Tch, I was a step too late, it's all because of this idiot getting in the way."
Shiraishi complained, tossing down a head that was slowly dissipating.
Yammy.
It's just trash if it doesn't accumulate enough anger. I really don't know who gave it that courage. Not only did it not accumulate enough anger, it didn't even release its Resurrección.
How dare she show off in front of him?
That's worth 100 experience points.
Those eleven Gillian make one hundred and one.
This was the Espada with the least experience for him, resulting in a very poor experience.
Unlike Ulquiorra, who was much more cautious and immediately used his Resurrección to instantly kill a group of Fullbringer, almost wiping them all out.
Thinking of this, Shiraishi turned around and said gently, "Beautiful lady, are you alright?"
Riruka didn't reply. The joy of being alive made her relax in an instant, so much so that she couldn't even stand up and almost fell over.
Shiraishi gentlemanly supported him, reassuring him, "Don't worry, with me here, no energy can harm you."
"Waaah." Riruka cried, thinking of Ginjo and the others. The news of her companions' deaths overwhelmed her joy at surviving, and tears streamed down her face.
Shiraishi felt a headache coming on; he wasn't very good at dealing with girls crying, especially pretty and cute girls.
"Sorry, I'm still a step too late."
He had no choice but to take the blame upon himself.
Without anyone to comfort her, Riruka could hold back her tears, but upon hearing his words of comfort, she could no longer control her urge to cry. She buried her face in his chest, gripped her haori tightly, and let out a choked sob.
Shiraishi gently stroked her wine-red ponytail, offering comfort through gesture rather than words, thinking to himself that Ginjo falling into Aizen's hands was probably not a good thing.