The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

"No need to worry."

Lord smiled slightly: "Soon...you will become like them."

The voice fell.

Morissant was suddenly startled and looked down at the causal chain on his chest.

The chains...are squirming!

The chains that were supposed to be dead things seemed to be alive at this moment!

Click, click, click...

The chain seemed to suddenly come to life, giving birth to countless small mouths full of sharp teeth, gnawing at the chain greedily and crazily, making a tooth-piercing sound!

The last erosion!

It was more intense than any time before!

"Ahhhhh——"

"No...no!"

"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!"

Morissant's expression became extremely frightened and he screamed hysterically!

The chains derived from his chest all turned into greedy evil ghosts, frantically gnawing at the chain that symbolized his life!

In the past few days, Morissan had witnessed countless times with his own eyes that his men, after the chains on their chests were eroded away, turned into monsters covered with white masks and with huge holes in their chests!

"Help me! Please, help me!"

"Ahhhh-you...devil!"

Morisan screamed and wailed in pain, his eyes full of hatred!

"Uh ah ah..."

Morissant's body was curled up in pain, and a black hole was torn out from the lock on his chest.

Immediately afterwards, streams of white liquid spurted out from his ears, nose, throat, mouth, and eyes, covering his face like a mask!

"oh?"

Seeing this situation, Lord not only did not stop him, but said with surprise: "It has obviously begun to deteriorate, but the soul can still remain intact!"

According to common sense.

When a spirit degenerates into a 'virtual', the process should be that the soul is scattered and then reorganized somewhere. Finally, a white mask symbolizing 'virtual' will be formed on the face, and a hole will appear in the chest!

But Morrison is different!

The process of his depravity was exactly the opposite. First, a white mask and a hollow symbolizing "emptiness" appeared, but his soul remained intact!

This means that Morrison is still resisting!

He still has a glimmer of hope, that is, he can find his own 'Zanpakutō' in his inner world, and then turn into a Shinigami to reverse the process of hollowing out!

"good......"

Lord nodded with satisfaction, thinking that a 'superior test subject' had appeared.

Why not stop him?

Because...it's not necessary!

"Ahhhh..."

Morissant was still screaming in pain, his soul had been covered by most of the white liquid, and the white mask symbolizing 'empty' on his face became increasingly clear!

boom--

There was a violent sound at the bottom of the pit, and the wind howled!

Lord stood quietly, then stared at the smoke-filled place in front of him: "Let me see...what has become of you."

Buzz!!!

The spirit particles scattered throughout the atmosphere suddenly boiled, as violent as boiling water!

Hula~

The exploding spirit son blew away the smoke and dust, and Morisan was suddenly wearing the same death tyrant outfit as Lorde, and had a standard Zanpakutō in his hand.

Lord raised his eyelids slightly and showed a smile: "He actually turned into the God of Death?"

Death tyrant outfit, Zanpakutō!

These two things marking the identity of the God of Death undoubtedly prove that Morisan has successfully survived the virtualization and became the real God of Death!

"This is...the feeling of power!"

After experiencing a brief trance, Morissant felt the power gushing out of his body, and suddenly roared angrily: "I'm going to kill you!"

boom!

With just a slight stomp of his foot, the ground suddenly cracked, and Morissant rushed in like a cannonball.

"Death! Devil!"

Morissant slashed at Lord, his mind filled with the pleasure of revenge!

Cut it off with one knife!

But it was not Lorde who was hit, but a fluttering coat.

Shunpo-empty cicada!

The advanced footwork of the Shinigami allows one to escape an attack by discarding a piece of clothing, which is somewhat similar to the ninja's 'substitution technique'.

"Disappeared?"

Morrison was shocked and found that Lord was standing behind him at some point.

"Go to hell!"

Morissan suddenly turned around, used all his strength, and swung a knife at Lord!

Ding~

The sharp blade was actually grasped by Lord with two slender fingers in an understatement!

"This is impossible!"

Morissant couldn't believe it. He tried his best, but he couldn't move the blade even half an inch!

"No need to be surprised."

Lord held the blade between his two fingers, still with a smile on his face, and said calmly: "Because the gap between you and me is far greater than you think."

You know, the battle of the god of death is actually the battle of spiritual pressure!

Morisan is just a rookie who has just become a Shinigami. His spiritual pressure has barely reached the tenth level. How can he fight against a Shinigami who has a sixth level of spiritual pressure?

"I do not believe!"

Morissan's eyes were bloodshot and he roared: "The gap can't be so big! Absolutely impossible!"

"Ahhhh——"

Morissant's blood vessels bulged all over his body, and he used all his strength to reluctantly pull out the knife from Lord's hand, and then chopped it off without any plan!

"Die to me! Die to me!"

However...

Morissant, who had never fought in actual combat, was not only disorganized in his swordsmanship, but worse than a gangster on the street. He had even completely lost his mind. How could he hit Lord?

"Let's finish it."

Lord was a little bored.

He originally thought that Morisan could still free the Zanpakutō, but he didn't expect that it would only be to this extent.

"Scatter... Senbonzakura!"

Lord held his Zanpakutō upside down and slowly released his hand.

The fallen Zanpakutō's blade actually turned into pieces of cherry blossoms floating around, like a pink ocean, surrounding him.

"What's this?"

Morissant's eyes were a little dazed, but he was attracted by the cherry blossoms dancing in the sky, and subconsciously murmured: "It's so beautiful..."

But he doesn't know that beautiful things are sometimes accompanied by great dangers!

Although Senbonzakura looks beautiful, in fact, each piece of cherry blossom is composed of thousands of blades!

"fall!"

Lord stretched out his slender fingers and then slowly closed them.

call!

The pink cherry blossom petrels roared in and drowned Morisant in an instant!

Thousands of cherry blossoms turned into blades, like a meat grinder, shredding Morissan's skin, flesh and bones!

A moment.

The scattered cherry blossoms returned and condensed into a blade.

Morissant's body was covered with dense cuts, and he stood there like a bloody man.

"Morissant, I want to thank you."

Lord looked at Morissant who was about to disappear quietly and said calmly: "It is precisely because you became the God of Death that you can provide me with a medium-quality soul."

"It turns out...all of this was arranged by you!"

Morissant, who was on the verge of death, his eyes gradually became blurred and he said feebly.

Yes...it's all planned!

Whether the final result of Morissant's fall is Hollow or Death, it makes no difference to Lorde.

Before it even begins, the ending is already decided!

Morissant's efforts and struggles were nothing more than a side show in Lord's eyes.

"tell me!!!"

Morissant took his last breath and roared at the man who was still smiling: "What on earth am I?!"

"Props."

Lord's eyes were indifferent: "As a 'prop', you... are qualified."