The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Time has returned to normal!

Amidst the very crisp crackling sound of gold and iron, the ancient mottled bronze portal was covered with criss-crossing dense cracks, and the space of nearly a hundred meters in all directions became like a fragmented mirror.

A ravine seemed to have been plowed out of the sky, and a huge torrent carried the clouds and spread to both sides.

The huge body of the incomplete god actually decomposed as if falling apart at this moment. The overwhelming blood-red ocean was mixed with sticky scarlet minced meat, dyeing the sky above the entire city a strange bright red color.

Wow...

The blood fell like a heavy rain, pouring into the ruins of the land, gradually gathering into countless branches, and flowing into the center of the earth along the cracks in the ground.

The wings of the sacred Seraph brought Lord and slowly lowered him to the ground from high altitude. After completing the mission, they turned into pieces of white feathers and dispersed. When he raised his head again, he was right in front of those vast eyes.

Right.

Hidden behind the bronze door is a vast eye made up of countless nebulae, faintly revealing a hint of unknown meaning. It seems to be ridiculing and ridiculing, but it also seems to be angry and resentful, but more of a kind of coldness from above.

and indifference.

Lord felt as if he could understand the information revealed in that giant eye, which was telling him:

We...will be back!

Lord's eyes were dyed with pure gold, and he slowly raised the Zanpakutō in his hand. The pitch-black blade glowed with a cold light, and he pointed at the giant eye from a distance, as if giving a silent answer.

No matter how many times I come again...

I will use my own knife to drive you all out!

The giant eye composed of countless nebulae stared at Lord coldly, and finally disappeared into the depths of the desolate and boundless starry sky amidst the shattering sound of the bronze portal.

Those crazy murmuring voices that had been echoing in his mind before finally disappeared and returned to calm.

it's over......

This time, it is truly over!

Recalling the whole incident, Lord couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Wilbur Whateley did not hesitate to abandon his human identity and sacrificed hundreds of thousands of civilians in an entire city just for the ascension ceremony to obtain immortality and strength. Unexpectedly, the moment the final ceremony was successful, instead of

It sacrificed its own life.

All in all, it's a case of evil being punished.

Although Lord was a little regretful that he could not punish the culprit personally, but thinking about it carefully, this ending may be the best way to punish a villain like Wilbur Whateley.

"This ending should be as you wish." Lord's lips curved up, grinning at the ruins, and said: "Although the form may be different, it did give you a moment of immortality.

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Being sacrificed to the incomplete god and gaining eternal life in another form, isn't this exactly what Wilbur Whateley wanted? At least the so-called 'god' kept his promise perfectly.

As for Wilbur Whateley, he needs to ask himself whether he will be satisfied with this result, but Lord estimates that he may not be satisfied.

But unfortunately, it has no right to refuse!

Praying to the existence of unknown latitudes, and the bigger the wish you make, you will only get a distorted result in the end, regardless of whether you want it or not.

When the divergent thoughts gradually recovered and Lord's tense nerves relaxed, all the feelings that had been blocked suddenly returned to the brain like a tide!

Severe pain in all parts of the body, muscles, bones and internal organs, as well as the hysterical wails and moans coming from every cell after being squeezed to the limit!

"For the first time ever..."

The exhausted Lord lay on the ground with a wry smile on his face. He didn't even want to move a finger now, he just wanted to sleep peacefully.

But he couldn't rest now. Nexia hadn't come back yet. Lord used his willpower as a source to drive his body, which was already on the verge of its limit, to stand up with his hands on the ground.

Just such a simple action, for him who had reached the limit of his spirit and body, was undoubtedly a challenge comparable to that of 'Killing Gods'. It took him a full seven or eight minutes to stand up with great reluctance, and shook his head.

It was shaking as if it might fall at any moment.

"Nexia...where are you?"

Lord swallowed, called in a hoarse voice, and looked around, trying to find the figure of the blonde girl in the ruins.

"Nexia..."

"Nexia..."

"Nexia..."

Lord held on to the dilapidated ruins and stumbled on the ground. He kept calling the blonde girl's name. His hoarse voice echoed nearby, but he never received a response.

A bad premonition gradually came to mind. Although the pain all over his body was unbearable, he gritted his teeth and persisted, walking towards the direction where the giant sword fell in his memory.

Fortunately, before the power was exhausted, the position where Seraph Wings landed was only about ten meters away from where the giant sword fell before, and there was no obstacle in the way.

This journey is not long, but extremely difficult.

Lord's footprints were one deep and one shallow, and every time he took a step forward, he would stop and rest for a long time to regenerate his strength and take the next step.

He walked for a full ten minutes in just a few dozen meters.

After overcoming the last obstacle with difficulty, Lord finally saw hope.

A milky-white Zanpakutō emitted dim fluorescence, lying quietly on the ground. The blade was originally as smooth as a mirror, but now it was covered with shocking cracks.

There is a ribbon tied at the end of the handle. It is slowly floating and dancing in the breeze, as if waving to him. It is Naxia's Zanpakutō - Fusei!

But around Fusheng, there was no figure of the blond girl.

"Could it be..."

Lord's pupils trembled slightly, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and several bulging veins appeared on his face. He vaguely seemed to know the ending of the blond girl.

The completely shattered Zanpakuto Fusei and the almost dissipated spiritual pressure all indicate the girl's fate, which seems to have come to an end just like this sword.

"Nexia..."

Lord walked over little by little with stiff steps, slowly squatted down, and stretched out his hand to touch the almost broken floating life.

Buzz——

The broken blade glowed faintly with fluorescence.

A fragmented and vague memory suddenly flowed into Lord's mind along with the broken Zanpakutō.

In a magnificent white palace, there were dozens of captains wearing white feathers standing on both sides. Everyone looked solemn and solemn, facing the white throne at the end of the palace.

Seven gems of different colors are dotted on the white throne. A man whose face cannot be seen clearly is surrounded by a rich and almost substantial aura. Only a pair of heavy eyes that look like split pupils stare through endless time and space.

Ahead.

Naxia slowly walked into the palace, put one hand on the knife, walked out of the queues on both sides, leaned down and knelt on one knee, and said respectfully: "Father, captain of the Thirteenth Division, Naxia Karl

Come and see me."

"There is a task for you to do."

Lord, who was sitting on the throne, supported his cheek with one hand and knocked on the armrest with the other. His cold and indifferent voice echoed throughout the white palace: "Someone has tampered with the past timeline. You go back to the time fifteen years ago."

Newcastle, help me, a weakling, get through this disaster."

"Yes, Father!"

Nexia did not hesitate at all, and agreed directly, but then hesitated for a moment, raised her head and asked: "Father, what is the ending you see in your eyes?"

"You...will die."

There was a ripple in Lord's heavy eyes, and he stopped tapping his fingers and said calmly: "But I will survive and embark on the right path from now on, and this is the value of my adoption of you."

"die......"

This too heavy word made Naxia tremble slightly, and then she buried her head deeply, as if she didn't want to face this outcome.

"Go, Nexia."

There was no wave in Lord's voice. He didn't care about the girl's reaction at all. He still said in that cold voice: "Complete your mission and don't let me down."

"It's...Father."