A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 507 500. The real swastika

It doesn't matter how injured Ferlando is after he has fully opened the Holy Body, because whether it is a broken arm or leg or an even more serious injury, he can continue killing as long as his consciousness is still there, and his Complete Holy Body can replenish the body's All the missing parts in the world, at this moment he is the will to kill, existing for the sake of killing, and will not rest until death!

And because of the sacred word ‘O’, the enemies he kills will become his nourishment. Until death comes, he will become more and more courageous as he fights!

Of course, such a crazy fighting style is not without cost.

Using spirit seeds to temporarily replenish the body is not treatment, which means that the injuries suffered by Ferlando still exist.

He can use this method to achieve the effect of 'fight continuation'. Even if he is seriously injured, he can still fight. However, once the battle is over, all the injuries sustained will still appear, and if the injuries are too serious at that time, he will still die.

The damage Shiba Jinbe inflicted on Ferlando was obviously fatal.

In layman's terms, this guy is now a corpse that can still fight. It can be said that he fully embodies the characteristics of the self-destruction unit.

The violent wind pressure hit, and Ferlando's fist was in front of Shiba Jinpei in an instant.

"!?"

A trace of cold sweat broke out on Shiba Jinbe's forehead. He could clearly feel that the enemy in front of him not only did not become weaker due to injuries, but even became stronger.

"What the hell is this?"

Shiba Jinbe had no choice but to avoid its sharp edge and dodge the opponent's attack with all his strength.

But at the moment of his death, Ferlando seemed to be tireless, attacking crazily and pursuing him. Every punch was fierce, and the strong wind mixed with spiritual pressure was as sharp as a razor, leaving a mark on Shiba Jinbei's body. Several scars.

"What's wrong! What's wrong!? What's wrong with the God of Death!? Fight back! Keep fighting with me!"

Ferlando laughed wildly.

He didn't seem to have considered at all what he would become after the battle, or in other words, he had already prepared to die in battle from the moment he accepted His Majesty's order and came here.

"If you don't fight back, then go to hell! Become my nourishment, and then contribute your strength to achieve His Majesty's great goal!"

As he spoke, the wanton spiritual pressure all over Ferlando's body became violent.

The violent fist struck at the god of death in front of him.

His current body originally used the 'Spirit Concentration' to forcibly bind the surrounding souls together with the given form. As he released his spiritual pressure desperately, the surrounding souls began to gather towards him. , the blue light covered the whole body, stretching into strips of light as it moved at high speed.

At this moment, his whole body was like a moving energy pack, containing violent power, and it gave people the feeling that it might explode at any time.

This is not an illusion, he actually explodes.

Ferlando knew that he would never be able to return alive, so the last gift he prepared for the Shinigami in the Seireitei was a gorgeous 'fireworks'.

From the moment he launched the attack on the Seireitei until now, he has used the power of the holy text 'Mass Killing' to enhance his spiritual pressure. From now on, there is no need for him to continue to suppress the violent spiritual pressure that has not been digested in his body. There is not much time left for him. The only thing he has to do now is to drag as many people into the water as possible, and the enemies should be as strong as possible!

The stronger the enemy will provide him with stronger 'energy' after death, and the power of his final self-destruction will also increase accordingly.

The most ideal situation is that he can blow up the entire Seireitei alone. In this case, there will no longer be any obstacle to His Majesty's wish to eliminate the Shinigami!

"Who the hell wants to be your nourishment!?"

Shiba Jinbei gritted his teeth. The incoming fist was about to hit him, and the amount of spiritual pressure this punch carried was not at the same level as before. It was simply unrealistic to imagine that he could narrowly dodge like he did before. , because just the aftermath of the violent spiritual pressure can seriously injure him.

In this case, it is better to give it a try.

Once again, he repeated his old trick. As the spiritual pressure on his body exploded, Shiba Jinbe's speed increased to the extreme in an instant, and he advanced instead of retreating.

He directly resisted the spiritual pressure bombarded by the opponent and forcibly closed the distance.

Two staggered sharp claws came close to Ferlando's chest.

"Hey——"

A sharp and harsh sound rang out, and was instantly drowned out by the howling wind.

"Click——"

The armor on Shiba Jinbei became fragmented when the two people passed each other. At this time, his 'greedy wolf' had turned into a pair of damaged gloves.

As the Zanpakutō shattered, the 'Swastika' was forcibly lifted in an instant. His body was covered in blood, but he did not fall down.

Because he still has one thing unfinished.

He slowly raised his weak hand, snapped his fingers, and blood bloomed behind him.

There were many new torn scars on Ferlando's body, and this time Shiba Jinbei's attack was more severe than the last time. This was the last blow that used all his strength, completely giving up defense and fighting for serious injuries, and even even The Zanpakutō became shattered as a result.

Ferrando suddenly fell to his knees as if he had lost his center of gravity. All the movable joints in his body had been severed by the blow just now.

But this didn't seem to make much sense, because soon countless spiritual beings gathered towards the wound, and were finally wrapped in spiritual pressure and turned into a blue armor-like substance, forcibly connecting the broken places together.

Ferrando suffered two fatal injuries in a row. No part of his body was intact. He should have been dead long ago, and his sense of pain had long been numb. At this moment, he stood up again like a ruthless killing machine. His only goal was to kill all the enemies in front of him and then turn them into his own power.

He slowly turned around and walked towards Shiba Jinbei. As long as he killed the god of death in front of him, his power would be raised to a new level again. After that, it didn't matter even if he couldn't kill other people, because the power of self-destruction alone The power is enough to level the entire Seireitei.

"hateful!"

Looking at the figure walking towards him, Shiba Jinbe roared unwillingly.

He is at the end of his rope.

He was seriously injured and his Zanpakutō was unable to recover for the time being. Facing this unkillable enemy, he had no choice at all.

"What is this spiritual pressure!?"

The other captains who were rushing towards this side quickened their steps when they felt the spiritual pressure that suddenly became violent.

This is an enemy that an ordinary captain-level person can deal with. Sure enough, in their perception, Shiba Jinbei's spiritual pressure suddenly became extremely weak and he should have been defeated.

For some reason, they had an ominous premonition in their hearts.

Soon, their premonition came true.

The violent spiritual pressure in the distance rushed into the sky, and a huge body composed of spiritual pressure rose from the ground. A giant of light composed purely of spirit sons stood in the center of the Seireitei.

Ferrando's body was filled with violent spiritual pressure and continued to expand. His flesh and blood were almost completely burst in an instant. In the blink of an eye, his entire body was submerged by the violent spiritual pressure. His consciousness was constantly dissipating, but in Before that, he was invincible.

No one can stop him, because he is already dead, and soon the power he left behind will burn the entire Seireitei to the ground.

But before that...

The giant with light blue light looked down.

Shiba Jinbei, who was covered in injuries, raised his head and looked into those empty eyes made of spiritual pressure.

"Damn guy!"

If he still can't guess what the other party wants to do, then he is really stupid.

"This guy wants to blow himself up!"

Shiba Jinbe suddenly became extremely sober. The outcome of this battle was originally meaningless, because the guys who invaded here had no intention of returning alive.

"what to do?"

Although he already knew the other party's purpose, he suddenly found that he had no way to stop it.

The ability of the enemy in front of him is too crazy. He has tried to kill the opponent twice. In fact, it should be considered a success. After all, the opponent has no body now, but who would have thought that this guy's purpose in the beginning was to burn his soul and soul. What about risking everything with your spiritual pressure to explode?

The giant grabbed him downwards with his bare arms, and his target was Shiba Jinbei who had tried his best.

He would crush this god of death and use its power as part of his self-destruction.

"what to do!?"

Shiba Jinbei looked at the arm that was getting closer and his mind was running wildly.

The opponent's self-destruction technique has obviously been activated. Not to mention that he has almost no strength and cannot stop it even if he is still in full strength.

Do you really just give up?

No, no!

Shiba Jinbei used his last strength to retreat.

He remembered the opponent's ability, which was a strange ability that could strengthen himself by killing enemies. If he died in this guy's hands now, the power of the explosion would undoubtedly increase dramatically!

At this moment, he finally understood what the other party meant when he said, "I want to use him as a source of nourishment to help His Majesty realize his plan."

"Damn it, my mission is to protect Soul Society!"

Shiba Jinbe cursed the despicability of his enemy. If he really allowed the other party to succeed, wouldn't he become an accomplice in the destruction of Soul Society?

"It's so embarrassing, so embarrassing! It's so embarrassing!"

Shiba Jinbei started to curse himself continuously while running.

He seemed to have failed again. After trying his best, he still failed, and this time he failed even more completely, even the Zanpakutō was damaged.

Looking back now, it seems that his life has never been successful.

Apart from being born into the Shiba clan, he had nothing to be proud of, and even the only family he could be proud of fell into decline because of his birth.

It would have been nice if it had been someone else.

Yes, if it were someone else who was the heir to the Shiba clan, he would probably be able to do better than me, right?

If it were someone else to deal with this Quincy, they would surely be able to figure out a way to stop this guy from blowing up, right?

At least he wouldn't run away like this.

"Yeah, you look really embarrassed."

"Tsk, do you even think so?"

Shiba Jinbei, who was running, looked at the tattered gloves and smiled bitterly.

"But what can be done? Together, we can't solve this troublesome guy."

"Did you give up again?" The Zanpakuto named 'Greedy Wolf' mocked disdainfully, "Just because of these two inconsequential failures?"

Listening to its taunt, it seemed that this was not the first time Shiba Jinbei had chosen to escape.

The gloves emitted a faint light, and it seemed that due to the damage and exhaustion of power, it gradually returned to its original appearance. That was the initial appearance of every Zanpakutō, a "shallow attack" like a samurai sword.

But this shallow sword seems to be different from the ordinary samurai sword. It looks too old.

It was rusty and full of gaps, and it looked like a rusty iron sword.

But this was not because of the damage in the battle just now. Shiba Jinbei knew that his Zanpakutō originally looked like this.

The Shiba clan is one of the four nobles after all. There are of course many Zanpakutō in the family, but this is the only Zanpakutō that barely fits him.

Ridiculous, right? There were so many gorgeous blades at home, but he could only choose a broken sword.

Who is a waste from the beginning? Who would think that they are not good at the beginning? But he has been treated as a waste since he was a child. After all, he will be laughed at by others as long as he holds that broken knife.

"Trash is really only worthy of trash."

"Please, I've worked hard, okay?"

Perhaps because of the approaching death, Shiba Jinbei seemed to see those mocking eyes and heard those mocking words in the past.

He was dissatisfied. Why was he being laughed at even though he worked so hard?

You call me a waste, but I relied on this broken knife to complete the initial solution!

You call me a waste, but I still work harder than most people!

I am a captain after all, why are you laughing at me?

Just because I am the heir to the Shiba family, I cannot shoulder such a heavy responsibility! ?

"What the hell!"

Holding the rusty Zanpakutō tightly, Shiha Jinbe stepped forward and turned around.

He looked a little embarrassed, with blood all over his body, and the blood lying on his forehead made him unable to open his eyes.

He wiped away the blood covering his eyes and opened them again.

Perhaps it was because of the blood stains that the originally brown-black eyes looked equally scarlet.

"Yes, that's it! Even if you die, you must continue to fight!"

The Zanpakuto trembled slightly, "Boy, we are the same."

"If you don't fight, you will be treated as a waste!" Shiba Jinbe roared in a low voice.

"Living toward death is our only retreat!" A majestic voice resounded in Shiba Jinbei's mind, "Call, call, call our true names!"

"Ka-ka-"

Two crisp cracking sounds sounded.

The rusty Zanpakuto suddenly broke into three pieces.

Time seemed to stand still, and the broken blade was suspended in front of Shiba Jinbei.

"puff--"

Blood spurted from his palm, and he stretched out his other hand to hold the broken hilt.

"Ouch——"

The high-pitched wolf howl sounded again.

In an instant, his figure swooped out and pounced on the giant in front of him like a hunting wolf, and in his mouth were sharp fangs.