Ggio stepped forward.
A pair of pupils emitted a pale golden light, allowing it to see through the thick darkness, the flying tree debris and dust, and the space distorted by the impact.
Even it, a mere bystander, felt a sense of dread at such a scene, and couldn't help but marvel at how Nelliel up to her title as one of the Tres Espada, managing to survive such an impact.
With a swift swing of its sharp right claw, it tore through the curtain woven from tree debris and dust, revealing Nelliel hidden behind it.
The wind made her sway, and she strained to make out the person's face with her gray-brown eyes. "You are... Ggio, a subordinate officer of Baraggan."
"Correct answer. If Findorr were alive, he would probably say that."
Ggio replied, then stopped three steps away. He was extremely tall, about three meters high.
He wore a mask with a saber-toothed tiger skull on his head, black tattoos wrapped around his body, and a black braid tied at the back.
" Baraggan thinks you can kill me?"
Nelliel straight, her expression indifferent.
"I definitely couldn't have done that before, but now, even a gust of wind can make you sway, Lady Nelliel."
At this time, using this title is certainly not out of respect, but full of sarcasm.
Nelliel raised her head and said in a deep voice, "Stop pretending. You're trembling, aren't you? The spatial distortion caused by my Gran Rey Cero Flash and the residual Reiatsu are enough to make you fearful."
"Gah gah," it gnashed its teeth, its golden pupils staring fiercely at the woman before it. Even now, it still maintained an arrogant and disdainful attitude.
Veins bulged on its cheeks as it the Roar, "Don't underestimate me!!!"
It raised its right claw and brought it down hard.
Nelliel didn't make any defensive move; just gripping the hilt of her sword had exhausted all her strength, making it impossible for her to raise the sword to defend herself.
They can only use words to feign their strength.
Failure means death.
She sighed silently to herself, never expecting that she would die in this way. No, perhaps this way of dying was more suitable for her.
Those who devour their own kind cannot escape the fate of being killed by their own kind.
Nelliel gazed calmly into the darkness.
Pfft.
Blood splattered on his cheek.
"Ugh," Ggio's claws froze, his pupils widened sharply, he looked down at the blood-stained golden tip of the blade, then slowly turned back, hissing, "You!"
" The Kha'Zix stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind." The attacker said slowly, drawing his knife.
320 experience points acquired.
"..." Ggio stared wide-eyed, then fell to the ground, dying with his eyes wide open.
Nelliel saw the golden pupils extinguish, staring into the darkness before her. She opened her mouth as if to ask who it was, but before she could speak, she suddenly fell forward.
In the darkness, it was impossible to tell who it was; all she knew was that she was leaning against a strong chest, her face pressed against the other's, her chin resting on his shoulder. "Hurry up."
The heat from his breath almost melted his earlobes.
The bones are so soft they're practically mushy.
"Yes, sir, Antelope Knight!"
The gentle voice had a hint of frivolity and unfamiliarity; Nelliel was certain she had never heard this person's voice before.
Whoosh, the wind whistled in her ears, and a constant breeze blew from above. Soon, the darkness faded from her sight, and a silver expanse spread across the Sea of White Sand.
Compared to the darkness of the Forest of Menos, the Sea of White Sand bathed in moonlight is so beautiful.
Even this view pales in comparison to the sky above Las Noches.
Even if it's a fake sky.
It also captivated those who were obsessed with it.
Nelliel a pang of emotion, turned her head to look at the man's profile and silver ponytail, and asked, "Who are you?"
People call me the Unforgiven Shiraishi, and those who know me well call me my husband. You can just call me my husband.
He was spouting nonsense with a straight face, clearly taking advantage of the fact that the character "Hollow" in the Hueco Mundo didn't understand the meaning of the word.
In reality, Nelliel didn't really understand.
Hueco Mundo has no concept of reproduction; all Hollows are formed from the fallen souls of humans after death, and they only devour each other.
Even the Hollows that reach Adjuchas choose to live in groups, in order to better devour other Hollows.
There is no civilization between them.
Before Aizen appeared, Hueco Mundo was an endless, desolate wasteland of endless devouring.
The Haki of the Second Espada Baraggan, with the sky as its roof, is perhaps a reflection of its inability to imagine what a palace would look like, a way of masking its ignorance with such words.
Therefore, Nelliel only found his nickname strange and didn't think it contained any other meaning, "Husband."
"I am here."
Why did you save me?
Nelliel voiced her doubts, "You must be that Shinigami Reaper's ally."
"We're not really companions, more like allies. He wants to purify Hueco Mundo and destroy all Hollows, while I just want to hunt Hollows and have no interest in destroying them all."
Shiraishi answered truthfully that he had already made up his mind not to kill Nelliel. There were so many Hollows in Hueco Mundo waiting to be killed, why kill such a beautiful girl?
Nelliel's experience can be compensated for by killing a few more Adjuchas.
How many Adjuchas are there in the entire Sea of White Sand?
He probably can't even count them all; there's really no need for him to do something so cruel for the sake of experience.
After all, he used to really like this innocent and cute girl when he watched anime.
Her mature and assertive demeanor towards enemies, and her adorable, girlish side towards Ichigo —such contrasting personalities, who wouldn't love her?
Nelliel was even more confused. "I'm also a Hollow, why did you save me?"
Shiraishi shrugged and said, "Because I am a gentleman who cherishes women, I cannot bring myself to make a move on a woman as beautiful as you."
"Eh? I'm weak."
Nelliel looked at him with a "something's wrong with you" expression.
"A gentleman's pursuit of beauty transcends race; whether it be a phantom, Shinigami, or a human, all beautiful people deserve to be treated with gentleness."
Shiraishi spoke eloquently.
Nelliel still couldn't understand, but she could sense a sincerity in this person; this person genuinely meant her no harm.
Knowing this, she didn't press further, but instead asked, "Husband, can you do me a favor?"
"Of course, feel free to speak."
"My saliva has healing properties, but I don't have the strength to apply it to my wounds right now. Could you please apply it for me?"
Nelliel wanted to recover from her injuries as quickly as possible so she could gather the other Espada and stop Second Espada 'Baraggan plot.
Shiraishi, his face radiating righteous indignation, declared, "I never refuse a friend's request!"
Thank you.
Nelliel remembered this kindness; her husband was truly a good man.
"Ah." She tried to open her mouth, letting her saliva flow out and fall into Shiraishi's palm, smearing it on the wounds all over her body, starting from her legs, down to her waist, chest, back, and arms.
Hmm.
Nelliel out a soft, nasal sound; the soothing sensation of saliva healing lulled her into a deep sleep, her head resting on Shiraishi's lap.
The peaceful sleeping face made Shiraishi unable to push her away. He stroked her long, lake-green hair and murmured, "I can't believe I'm giving someone a lap pillow. Tsk tsk, I hope no one comes to disturb me."
He glanced at the cave entrance, and if anything seemed amiss, he immediately left.