The falling slap of the Giant God Soldier suddenly stopped.

Time and space seem to be frozen at this moment, and everything between heaven and earth has stopped moving!

Only a calm figure is walking slowly.

"Enough is enough."

Lord raised his hands and clenched his fingers, triggering the will of hell to descend, and lightly imprisoned the giant soldier in place, his eyes fell on Grimmjow and Gwen, who were in the deep pit below, and said indifferently: "Your performance , I've seen it all, the test ends here."

"Lord Lord..." Grimmjow's whole body was dyed red with blood, and he stood up staggeringly from the deep pit, a look of unwillingness flashed on his face, and growled: "I ...I haven't lost yet, please let me fight it again!"

"I...I am...Lord Lord." Although Gwen said so, but in fact she was even worse than Grimmjow, and was slapped by the Titans , the lower body became bloody.

"no need."

Lord shook his head, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes, and said, "I have fully seen your potential, even if you continue to fight, it will be meaningless."

Anyone could hear the disappointment in his tone, especially when he looked at Grimmjow and Gwen, there was an indescribable sense of loss.

"Go back to heal your wounds, and prepare to break down in a few days."

Lord turned around, left a sentence and disappeared.

"Haswald... is he... disappointed in us?" Grimmjow asked, gritted his teeth, for the first time in his life, feeling swept up inside. Wrapped in deep humiliation.

"No." Haswald shook his head slightly and said bluntly: "Lord Lord is not disappointed with you, but his expectations for you are too high."

"Expectation?"*2

"Yes, expect."

Husward pushed down the lens expressionlessly, and then said: "Lord Lord thinks that you two have the potential to enter the Vastord class, so he will arrange this battle, but you have let him down. already."

"Wasted..." Grimmjow's eyes narrowed, and he murmured absently, "So, is this what he expects from me?"

"Lord Lord..." Gwen lowered his head in shame.

"There's no need to be ashamed." Haswald said calmly, and said the most heart-wrenching words: "It's not your fault, after all, your aptitude is nothing more than that, so you don't need to be ashamed for something you can't do at all. ."

In his eyes, Lord Lord looked down on them a bit.

Even if they were pushed to the brink of death, they still failed to burst into the potential to reach the final peak. At least by their own strength, it is impossible for them to break through to the Vastord class in their lifetime.

Qualification is one of the most important criteria for whether Daxu can evolve or not!

From the very beginning, the aptitude of some great virtuals is destined to end the road to Achukas, not Vastord, who is above all great virtuals.

No need to be ashamed, no need to be ashamed.

because.....

This is innate destiny!

The meaning of Hasward's words is exactly this. He did not want to deliberately mock or ridicule, but just put this cruel fact in front of Grimmjow and Gwen!

Whether you are angry, unwilling, or resentful, you cannot change these things that have been doomed!

Surprisingly, this time Grimmjow did not open his mouth to refute, but just raised his head and stared at Husward with those azure blue beast pupils. Unclear pride and self-confidence.

"Perhaps you're right, Hasward."

Grimmjow slowly got up and said, "But I don't believe that there is a destined destiny in this world. If there is one... I will use my claws to shred the so-called destiny in your mouth!"

"interesting......"

The emerald green eyes under Hasward's lens shimmered, and the corners of his lips curled slightly: "Tear up fate... Can it be done by you? Grimmjow Jakarta. "

"Wait...Hasward"

Grimmjow grinned and revealed a hideous smile: "I, Grimmjow Jacquard, will definitely become the king above all the great things!"

Hasward pushed the lens down and smiled: "I look forward to that day."

interesting......

The leopard's uninhibited and reckless eyes, as well as the arrogant and unyielding spirit, made him seem to understand why Lord Lord liked it so much.

Vastord...seems really possible!

"Go back to heal."

Haswald kept this expectation in his heart, and then said lightly: "In a few days, Lord Lord will personally break the face for you, and there will be a surprise for you at that time."

Grimmjow snorted coldly, bit Gwen who couldn't move, and turned away.

After everyone leaves.

"Well... this big guy, what should I do?" Husward noticed the giant soldier who was still imprisoned, and couldn't help but feel a headache.

This guy's size is too big, and he has no individual consciousness. He belongs to an existence that cannot communicate. It seems that it is not the way to rush back to the soul world, but if you leave it here, you are afraid that this guy will mess up!

Although it is only an experimental product, it is a broken face after all, and such a precious material cannot be easily destroyed.

Moreover, when Lord Lord left, he didn't specifically tell him what to do with it. He was obviously dissatisfied with it, so he left it so casually.

"Forget it, let's seal it first." Haswald thought about it, and decided to seal it first, and it would not be too late to let it out when Lord Lord ordered it.

...

Penitentiary Tower.

After sealing the Giant God Soldier, Haswald suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly returned to the Penitentiary Tower and said respectfully, "Sir, do you remember something?"

"What's the matter?"

Lord sat cross-legged in the cell, and when he heard Husward's words, he couldn't help but slightly raised his brows and said suspiciously.

"My lord, do you remember hatred?" Husward explained: "It was the green-skinned monster we caught during the New York War, and you asked me to turn it into a phantom."

With that said...

Lord suddenly remembered, they also caught an abomination!

It's just that he hated being abused into PTSD by Hasward at the beginning, and the transformation process was not very smooth. Coupled with the various things that happened later, he kept forgetting about it.

If it wasn't for Hasward's reminder, he probably wouldn't have remembered it!

"Abomination, I remember, how is it?" Lord nodded and asked.

Haswald suddenly puffed out his chest, his emerald green eyes lit up slightly, and said with a little pride in his tone: "I live up to the entrustment of adults, hatred has been transformed into emptiness, and after this period of feeding, it has reached the level of inferiority. Chukas class."

"Oh... eh???"

Lord stared at him and said in surprise: "What did you say? Hate... Become Achucas?"

"That's right, Lord Lord." The corners of Husward's lips rose slightly, and he said proudly: "Hatred has been transformed into an Achukas-level Void, and has been sleeping in my shadow space."

"Wait... How did you do it?" Lord asked in surprise: "I remember it couldn't be transformed? Why did it suddenly become Achucas?"

"It's simple."

Hasward rolled his glasses and said with a smile, "I cut a hole in his chest and threw it in the Kilian heap, and he was transformed by the spiritual pressure of those great emptiness."