People in Soul Society start with love and bondage

The sky was overcast and dark clouds were gathering.

The heavy rain has not yet fallen, and the low air pressure makes people feel a little uncomfortable in the chest.

The fire in the city has not been completely extinguished, and the surface of the ancient city wall is stained with scorch marks everywhere.

Blood and debris mixed together in the mud, and were trampled by countless pairs of feet, forming a sticky mess that was difficult to distinguish clearly.

However, compared to the mud-paved outer city, the towering Gothic castle in the center of the city has always maintained a spotless appearance.

In other words, someone wanted it to look like this.

On both sides of the castle entrance, rows of neatly formed Quincy soldiers walked past, their postures upright, and the swords and guns in their hands were still stained with some blood.

At the front of them are two young people with similar stature but completely opposite temperaments.

The man on the left has short red mohawk hair that stands up high. He puts his hands in his trouser pockets and casually turns his head to look at the blackened streets in the distance.

A few years ago, his hometown and castle were also destroyed in such fire, right?

Buzby thought to himself.

In just a few years, he has become a candidate for the Knights of the Star Cross.

As long as there is enough power.

As long as he gets enough power from that man’s hand, he can……

Buzby was thinking about the man who mercilessly destroyed his entire home. His expression was still indifferent, but there was a fire burning in his heart.

The roaring boil.

However, just as he was lost in thought, he heard Hasward standing next to him suddenly standing still and raising his hand at the same time.

As a result, a whole row of spiritual soldiers behind him also stopped following his movements.

“Hasward?”

Buzby subconsciously turned around.

Although in his mind, he was the ‘big brother’, but even he had to admit that Hasward’s judgment was sharper than his most of the time. Much more accurate.

The man with long, silky golden hair stood still with his eyes closed, frowning slightly, as if he was wondering about something.

Although he has obtained the status of ‘Captain of the Spirit Soldiers’, this status can The ‘power’ obtained from Lord Yhwach is still too limited.

“Buzby.”

Yuglen Hasward asked with some uncertainty:”Have you noticed anything wrong?”

“ha?”

Hearing Hasward’s words, Buzby subconsciously raised his eyebrows and looked at him with some confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

“I have no idea.”

Hasward said this clearly, but his tone became more nervous and alert, as if there was some invisible danger surrounding them that could take away their lives at any time.

Looking at his appearance, Buzby waved his hand as if he was relaxed:”Hasward, aren’t you too nervous these days?”

“Even if it’s the first time he kills so many people, he shouldn’t look so weak!”

“If that doesn’t work, there are still some dark places in Xicheng…….”

However, before he could pretend to be a veteran and finish saying what he heard from other people, Hasward suddenly raised his head and looked further away.

His eyes suddenly widened, his pupils tightened, and he subconsciously opened his mouth.

“This is…？！”

It was the first time that Buzby saw Hasward looking so shocked. His attention was instinctively grabbed and he looked in the direction where Hasward was looking.

However, the sky was still frozen, and the dark clouds overhead showed no sign of dispersing.

“What on earth…”

Before Buzby finishes speaking,

“thump! thump!”

The tenacious spiritual soldiers behind him who had experienced the entire city killing battle with them suddenly felt like falling upside down. Their consciousness was wiped out in an instant, and they fell to the ground one after another, letting out dull cries. The next moment, even Buzby’s head began to feel dizzy, and his eyelids became heavy.

His body swayed and almost fell down.

“Buzzby! Do not sleep!”

Hasward’s harsh reminder suddenly sounded from his ears, causing his whole body to tremble subconsciously. Fine beads of sweat suddenly squeezed out of his pores, and he shivered drop by drop.

Hasward next to him didn’t know where he was. Suddenly stood in front of him.

Buzby lowered his head subconsciously.

He just happened to see Hasward’s palm pierced by the dagger. His pupils shrank.

Not only that.

On weekdays, he was always as lifeless as ice. Hasward, who was emotionally and absolutely rational, started to tremble unconsciously for some reason at this time, and even the other hand holding the knife was shaking.

Fear? Cowardice? Chill?

What on earth is this?

Buzby The thoughts in my heart came one after another, but my brain gradually became clearer. But when I saw the large areas of fallen spirit soldiers around me, I couldn’t help but hate myself for not falling down in an instant.

“What on earth is this?!”

He subconsciously shouted these words at the top of his voice.

However, the next second,

Buzby’s pupils reflected Hasward’s back.

His body stopped and no longer trembled.

However , , and at the same time, there was also a fat monk who was more than two meters tall.

The monk was completely different from the priests who could be seen everywhere in this small Eastern European country. All the hair on his head had been shaved, and he had a heavy hairstyle. long black beard……

It’s a race I’ve never seen before.

Barbarian shaman from Black Continent? Still further east than the Ottomans…？

“You are very good”

“After death, he should become a good god of death.”

“Huguelen Hasward.”

The monk said, patted Hasward’s shoulder heavily with his big hand, and walked toward the castle gate with wooden clogs under his feet.

Buzby stared at this scene blankly.

He wanted to shout and pretend to be brave. He screamed and wanted to pull out the knife from his waist.

But for some reason, all his thoughts were shaken by an extremely strong emotion that seemed to act on the depths of his soul.

All the actions he wanted to do were in vain.

“Snap, snap.”

From the beginning to the end, the great monk didn’t even look at him. He passed by the two of them and walked straight to the deepest part of the castle.

Buzby just witnessed all this.

The next moment, his consciousness suddenly collapsed and sank into darkness. Inside. Ichibei, the commander of the army, was walking in the dark corridor of the Eastern European castle. The sound of wooden clogs stepping on the stone bricks made a sound. Most of the spirit soldiers in the corridor fell to the ground before he could get close.

As a soldier , Known as a ‘Transcendent’ with the ‘Power of the Soul King’ as his skeletal foundation, the strength of Ichibei, the Chief of Arms, is no longer measurable by the limits of a mere ‘Reaper’.

All the surrounding Spirit Soldiers will begin to react just by meeting him. Collapse begins from the deepest part of the soul.

However, this method can only be used to distinguish miscellaneous fish.

“Snap.”

The great monk put his hands in his sleeves and stopped.

A middle-aged man wearing an eyepatch appeared in front of him with a serious expression.

“Your Majesty has ordered, please come this way.”

When Saidriz spoke, it was as if he had not seen the spiritual soldier lying limply on the ground at all. His expression and tone were all indifferent, and he stared straight at the monk in front of him with one eye.

“oh! Then it’s all your fault.”

However, the reaction of the monk in front of me was quite generous, or perhaps…Honest?

Saidriz thought to himself, but said nothing. He just led the way.

Wait until all the way to lead the military commander into the meeting hall.

In the empty room, there was only a long snow-white table used for noble meetings.

The stained glass on one side of the wall reflects the glazed sunlight, illuminating one side of the room but interspersed with shadows.

The members of the Star Cross Knights all around him stood upright under the pillars on both sides of the hall like the lowest guards. They all looked at him with stern eyes, vaguely threatening.

However, when Yhwach’s footsteps sounded from the door, they all withdrew their gazes and puffed up their chests again.

To everyone present, Lord Yhwach is the well-deserved ‘God’ in their hearts.

However, Yhwach stood at the door for a long time, as if waiting for something.

Long before today came, he had already ‘seen’ what was about to happen today.

In order to avoid this ‘result’, he had led the Quincy to move to several cities day and night, but no matter which direction he looked, they all pointed to the same result in the end.

——His ‘power’ will be sealed today.

However, even he couldn’t see the process of being ‘sealed’.

It was as if this ‘foreknowledge’ had been strongly interfered with by some force.

Because of this, even Yhwach himself inevitably had some doubts about his own strength at the moment he saw Ichibei, the commander of the army. only……

Since you can’t avoid it, just face it head on.

As if he had figured everything out, Yhwach closed his eyes and opened them again.

As an emperor, even if he faces such a situation, he must retain his dignity.

Yhwach walked into the hall and sat at the other end.

After just some pleasantries, the voice of the military commander, Ichibei, continued as he ‘knew’:

“I have only one purpose here”

“Sign the”Non-Aggression Pact” between the Empire of Light and Soul Society, Yhwach.”

The great monk looked at him with a smile:”Your power is too dangerous.”

“If there are no restrictions, I’m afraid the entire Soul Society will be destroyed easily.”

Although there are slight differences in details.

However, the tone of this damn monk’s speech is still the same as he ‘knows’ – disgustingly arrogant.

“…In order to prevent the destruction caused by this power, let us set the boundaries!”

“Is this deception?”

“Do you think you can control me with that hand?”

“Or, do you think I’m some ignorant kid who can be easily deceived? The commander of the army is one soldier and one guard.”

Youhabach seemed too lazy to continue listening, and suddenly opened his eyes.

In the whites of his eyes on both sides, there were two pupils moving up and down.

“Oh yeah.”

The voice of the military commander Yibingwei paused:”It’s really a troublesome eye.”

Before the words fell, Yhwach’s body had already passed through more than ten meters in an instant, stepping on the table and rushing towards the monk directly opposite.

However, the huge left hand that stretched over the table blocked Yhwach like a chasm. In front of him.

His figure rushed into it like a sharp sword.

But immediately after, he was gathered and clenched by countless hands that turned into foam, and his whole body was nailed to the spot.

The voice of Ichibei, the commander of the army Youyou sounded from a distance:

“But you’re right”

“In front of the true power of the Soul King, you are indeed as weak as an ignorant child…….”

“These eyes of yours cannot be opened again until you die.”

“Live carefully, Yhwach.”

At the same time as the voice sounded, the great monk was already holding his sleeves and walking towards the door.

Several figures of the Star Cross Knights suddenly rushed out and went straight to the direction of the military headquarters.

“Stop!”

However, Yhwach’s voice suddenly sounded.

He covered his eyes and looked in the direction of Ichibei of the Bingzhubu.

Yhwach silently watched the figure of Ipbei of the Bingzhubu disappear in the distance of the corridor. , feeling the power that sealed itself within the body, but couldn’t help but feel a little ridicule in his heart.

‘see it? Father’

‘Your omnipotent power cannot be used by yourself at all…….’

‘After you have sacrificed everything for this world and become a stone that has lost all your will, is there really any point in existing? ‘

Youhabach asked over and over again in his heart.

Not only was he questioning the dead Spirit King, but he was also questioning himself.

He knew very clearly the purpose of the military commander Ichibei coming here to meet him.

He could also clearly feel the gloom and greed deep in the monk’s eyes.

Naturally, the more wedges that can stabilize the world, the better.

If he takes that path, the fate of his father, the Spirit King, will be the future he is about to face.

So, can he accept such a future?

“……”

“no way”

“Even at the cost…Is to accept a death”……

Makoto Fujimiya lay quietly on the bed, folding his hands on his chest.

The play of Yu Zuye was placed in his chest.

He performed sword meditation with a calm expression.

Since the founding of the Seireitei, it was rare for him to enjoy such a holiday. Being able to do nothing every day was really enjoyable.

All the work in the team was left to the unlucky ‘former 8th Division Team 5th Seat’ by him.

Of course, there are legitimate reasons for this.

He has just completed the initial solution, so it will naturally take a relatively long time to teach Little Broken Knife about cake shop-style desserts, so that they can cooperate smoothly for a long time in the future – since he completed the complete initial solution, The little broken knife seemed to be able to let him go in and out of the knife Zen space..

As for taking the opportunity to review some of the films that have been etched deep in my memory in the world of scripts……That’s another story.

However, before Fujimiya Makoto could start his sword practice today, Xiao Po Dao’s childish voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

It’s so quick to be reminded.

【Fujinomiya!】

【Something’s coming in from outside! 】

what?

Fujimiya Makoto subconsciously escaped from the sword Zen.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a small origami crane stopping at the window of his room.

He was startled for a moment.

It wasn’t until I felt the traces of the spirit wrapped around the paper crane that I realized whose letter it was.

Unfolding the page, there is only a short line of confusing handwriting

【There was no response from the palace next door. It was suspected that he had left Soul Society for the first time in a thousand years. ]

Fujimiya Makoto’s pupils subconsciously tightened.

The ‘tool’ he buried beside Wang Yue of Ermeiya worked for the first time.

However, what it brought was not good news.

Fujimiya Makoto walked to the window with bare feet.

The paper crane in his hand dissipated into scattered light spots amid the thin traces of spirit particles.

His expression was solemn.

The horn of war is about to sound.