Chapter 576: The Chief Captain Has Been Overcast Again
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Blue flames swept across the sky, and the flames of war burned every corner of the Seiringei.
And the initiator of all this, Aizen Sousuke, still smiled as usual, as if this scene had been anticipated long ago.
The addition of the Invisible Empire Star Crusader Knights not only reversed their disadvantage in one fell swoop, but even judging from the numbers on both sides, there was a faint trend of overpowering the god of death.
Now the disadvantaged party has become Seoringei, headed by the god of death.
"Long time no see, everyone."
Haswald walked on the road built by the spirit, and looked down at the people below. Those calm and emerald green eyes without emotional waves finally landed on the captain after passing the crowd, and there were some fluctuations: "It's been thousands of years since we last met like this."
"It's you...Yugren Hasward."
The commander-in-chief was leaning on crutches in both hands, and his turbid eyes shone brightly: "A group of ants that fled in a hurry a thousand years ago, and now they dare to come back here again, do they think that the old man is old and is no longer a threat to you? ?"
While speaking, the old man took a step forward.
It was just a simple step, but the expressions of the four led by Aizen changed drastically.
Obviously, there are four captain-level powerful beings on their side, which can be said to have absolute initiative and advantages, but in front of this calm and long-bearded old man, each of them seems to be like a mouse and a cat.
"No, you misunderstood."
Hasward pushed the frame, and a deep fear flashed across his eyes: "The founder and captain of the Thirteenth Team of the Guardians of the Soul Society, whose life is equivalent to the existence of the history of the Soul Society, I know very well the relationship between us. How big is the difference.”
hiss......
When Steve and the others heard the words, they immediately took a breath of cold air.
The existence of a lifetime is equivalent to the history of the corpse soul world. This sentence alone has already revealed how powerful and terrifying this seemingly ordinary old man in front of them is!
"As early as the thousand-year bloody war, we have already seen it."
Haswald's face was a little unnatural, as if recalling the painful experience thousands of years ago, and sighed: "If it is not a last resort, before Your Majesty has recovered, we are unwilling to fight with you."
Whether it is words or actions, it is not implicitly expressed,
The strength of this captain.
No...there is a problem!
Looking at the performance of these people, Tony felt something was wrong.
Since Haswald knew the strength of the commander-in-chief, and readily admitted that he was not an opponent, and expressed his unwillingness to fight against him, why did he lead the Quincy Masters to appear, and even destroy the Seiring Garden?
"But you still showed up!"
Jingle Chunshui also noticed the violation and asked with a frown, "What exactly are you planning?"
"Haha, isn't it obvious?"
Aizen smiled slightly, and said as if he was holding it in his hands: "Although the plan has changed a little bit, fortunately, it has not changed in general."
"Conversation time is over..."
In the face of Aizen's repeated pretending behavior, the captain lost his patience at this moment: "Any conspiracy and tricks about you are good, the old man has no interest in exploring the reasons."
"It seems that the old man is going to start..."
The smile on Jingle Chunshui's face subsided, and he pressed the round hat he was wearing. He glanced at Steve vaguely, and reminded: "This is a rare scene in a thousand years, remember to keep your eyes open to see clearly and miss it. But there won't be any more."
"Chunshui... Now is not the time to gloat over misfortune." Looking at his friend's actions, Shirou Ukitake looked helpless and said, "The scope of Teacher's Zanpakutō is too large, it would be bad if it affected us. already."
Different from the chat and laughter of one's own side, the opposite side is already ready to fight.
The rebellious captain and Hasward all showed unprecedented solemn expressions.
"Oh, oh, it looks like we're in big trouble."
Ichimaru Gin's face changed suddenly, and there was no smile on the corner of his lips, and he directly pulled out the Zanpakutō from his waist.
"Captain...that man...seriously!"
Tōsen wanted to pull out the Zanpakutō as well, raising the spiritual pressure to the extreme.
Aizen and Haswald stood side by side, with a dignified expression on his face that he had never seen before, and the stalwart figure of the old man was reflected in his eyes.
The heavy air seemed to freeze, and the temperature of the entire atmosphere began to rise gradually, making one feel dry and hot in the throat.
Under the vigilant and solemn gazes of the four of them, Yamamoto Motoyasu slowly let go of the crutch.
The invisible spiritual force held the crutch and floated quietly in front of the old man. Then, the sawdust suddenly exploded, revealing a Zanpakutō wrapped in it.
But it was such an ordinary Zanpakutō that made everyone breathe heavily.
Yamamoto Motoyanagi grabbed the handle of the sword and pulled it out of the scabbard with force.
call--! ! !
It was just the wind of the sword when it was unsheathed, forcing the four people on the opposite side to retreat dozens of meters.
"For a traitor, the end is...death!"
Yamamoto Yuanyanyu inserted the knife into the ground next to him, and then his arms twitched and he took off his black death tyrant outfit.
Under the loose coat of death tyrant, there is a body of extremely powerful muscles, like the perfect sculpture of a Greek master, with clear lines like a knife and axe. It is hard to imagine that such a figure would appear in a On the body of the elderly.
And on the surface of the sturdy muscles, there are actually staggered sword wounds and sword marks.
These scars, one after another, show a bright red color under the improvement of spiritual pressure, as if they were new injuries received only yesterday, as if they were silently telling what kind of terrifying battle he had experienced.
The endless flames burst out of the old man's body like a flood.
Swept up by the immense spiritual pressure, the flames instantly spread to every corner of the line of sight, dyeing the entire sky red, but everything that the naked eye can see begins to melt gradually in the burning flames.
Every time you breathe air through your mouth, you get a burning, tingling sensation in your lungs and throat.
And it's just the beginning, the temperature around is still rising at an alarming rate, the moisture in the air is instantly evaporated, and the white smoke that turns into a curl of water vapor surrounds the vicinity.
"There are all kinds of things, and they are all turned to ashes - the blades are like fire!"
Yamamoto Yuanyanyu reached out and held the Zanpakutō on the ground, and the flame spread to the entire blade along itself.
"This is... a blade of fire."
Aizen looked solemn and said slowly: "The oldest Zanpakutō of the heat type, has the strongest attack power, the highest temperature, and the largest range of attacks among all the Shinigami Zanpakutō, and sure enough... Well-deserved reputation."
"Captain Aizen, now is not the time to admire." Ichimaru Yin opened his eyes slightly, and said solemnly: "If you are not careful, I am afraid we will all die here today."
"Don't worry, Silver."
Aizen exhaled slowly and put on a smile again: "I expected the captain to take action, so if he didn't use the Zanpakutō, it would have troubled me, right... ..Hasward?"
"Ah...that's right."
Haswald nodded slightly, with a hint of pride in his eyes, pushed his glasses and said, "But this way, you can use that thing. Although it can only buy a little time, it should be enough."
Even though Yamamoto Motoyuki took a step forward, he didn't care about the loud conspiracy of several people.
In fact, no matter from which point of view, with his strength, he doesn't need to care about the so-called conspiracy of the few people in front of him.
The Blade of Destruction, burning with monstrous flames, swept across the sky like a streamer passing through a gap, with endless coercion and momentum, passing through a brilliant knife light.
Wherever the blade passed, the entire atmosphere was ignited.
The space is almost in a state of distortion and collapse, and the terrifying high temperature is surging all over the sky, as if it will burn the entire world to the ground.
Just before the blade touched a few people, Husward took out a pentagram seal from his arms.
In an instant, the monstrous flames suddenly disappeared.
Even the majestic spiritual pressure was swallowed up by the pentagram.
Yamamoto Yuanliuzai didn't seem to have reacted yet, and the whole person was stunned in place, blankly looking at the Zanpakutō in his hand, and the flame that did not disappear.
"Now, your first solution belongs to me."
Haswald pushed down the frame with one hand, and said with an expressionless face, "Although it's only half an hour, please experience for yourself how powerful the power of the flames is."
"..."
Jingle Chunshui felt grass in his heart, and his eyelids twitched wildly.
That invincible commander-in-chief was smitten again!