The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

Empathize, feel ashamed, die, cut off love...

The sad and euphemistic women's drama finally came to an end.

The gray and dark world gradually collapsed, and wisps of light came in, diluting the atmosphere of despair and sadness.

Jingle Chunshui lowered her eyes weakly, and the white thread of spiritual power lingering between her two fingers gradually drifted away and withered in the wind, like a lover and love that had long been irretrievable.

At the moment when the final curtain falls, the sin of greed, mammon, disappears.

The body, covered with golden ornaments, dripping with disgusting fat, and bloated like a mountain of meat, turned into countless pieces of meat in an instant. Each piece was cut into extremely neat sizes, as if it were made of piles.

The same thing happens after the blocks are scattered.

The dripping blood fell like drizzle, gathering into streams on the broken streets.

I'm afraid Mammon never thought until her death that he would be the second demon king to leave.

Among the countless minced meats cut into squares, one can still find Mammon's eyes full of shock, horror, and disbelief, as if she couldn't believe what was happening.

It's like I'm saying silently...Why am I the one who died?

It is obvious that Samael is weaker, it is obviously easier to kill Samael, and it is obvious that he can choose an easier way.

But why...choose Him?

Mammon couldn't understand it at all, so she could only return to her own hell with deep doubts and unwillingness.

Huhuhu...

A gust of cool wind blew, waking up Samael who was still in a daze.

Kyoryaku's spring water contained no emotion, and like the cold and cruel eyes of the underworld, it instantly penetrated the heart of this demon king.

"Ah...ah!"

He suddenly shuddered, and the hairs all over his body stood up, like a frightened animal. He subconsciously took a few steps back. When he realized it, Samael suddenly felt a burst of humiliation in his heart.

He is the sin of wrath, the devil who holds the power of hell!

But now, to be frightened into this state by a mere human being, this is simply a shame and humiliation!

"I actually... would be raped by a human being..."

His fists were clenched tightly, scorching air spurted out from his mouth and nose, and the extinguished fire of anger was rekindled. The soaring temperature and undulating waves seemed to echo Samael's inner feelings at this moment.

humiliation.

"You are strong, human!"

Samael had to admit that the human in front of him was very strong.

If he was the only one, then it would be this human being who survived in the end, not Samael.

"But it's a pity... you lost!" Samael took a long breath, picked up the heavy black gun, and said in a deep voice: "To express my respect for you, I will take your soul with me

Go back to hell and make you my slave."

Any strong man deserves his respect.

Different from the bad tastes of several other demon kings, Samael likes to collect the souls of strong people. In the raging hell he controls, there are countless souls of strong people imprisoned, and they will always fight in rage.

In His eyes, this is the supreme glory and destination of a strong man.

"Heh...sorry..."

With great reluctance, Kyōraku Shunsui raised his heavy eyes and said feebly: "I don't plan to... jump to other places... Soul Society... is my final destination.

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"It's a pity, human being, that the choice is not in your hands."

Samael, the Sin of Anger, had his eyes flickering and said in a half-sarcastic and half-ridiculing tone: "Besides, in your current situation, even moving your fingers is probably a luxury, right?"

"Ah, you actually saw through it."

Although Kyōraku Shunsui's tone was still frivolous, bitterness could not help but appear on his face.

Just as Samael said, even though he was seriously injured, he tried his best to use up the last drop of spiritual power and used Huatian Kuanggu and Black Pine Heart to replace a demon king with great reluctance.

Perhaps the actual situation is worse than Samael thought.

"Don't worry, human."

Valley

Samael walked towards Kyōraku Shunsui with a ferocious smile, his whole body ignited with blazing flames: "You will be free soon. At least you won't see the scene of Soul Society being destroyed by me until you close your eyes."

Is it... coming to an end after all?

Jingraku Shunshui lowered his eyes and sighed silently in his heart.

"Although I know it's impossible for you to move, but..."

Samael grinned with a sly smile and said: "To be on the safe side, I'll just stand here and kill you in the safest way, so as not to be tricked by you in the end."

"Haha, you really... think highly of me."

The last glimmer of hope disappeared from Kyōraku Shunsui's eyes, and he felt speechless and sad.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to say that the other party respected him, or that the other party was too cautious to leave any chance of survival?

"Fire of anger, burn!"

A ball of intense flame ignited in Samael's palm, and then he threw it towards Kyoryaku Shunsui.

call--!

The huge flames were like a fireball, coming with terrifying heat.

The ruins and ground along the way even showed a tendency to turn into glass and sand under the high temperature, and the air was even more distorted by the fireball.

Now, it's really coming to an end...

Jingraku Shunsui was filled with despair and slowly closed his eyes.

The last thought in his mind now is to hope that Lord Spirit King or the reinforcements can come back quickly.

Otherwise, tens of millions of souls in such a large Soul Society will suffer at the hands of Samael.

"Ha, it's not like you to give up so quickly."

A soft and gentle voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

What followed was an extremely familiar smell of herbs mixed with fragrance.

"This voice..."

Kyōraku Shunsui suddenly opened his eyes.

The pure white feather fabric was fluttering in the wind, the long pale hair was undulating, and the big "Thirteen" on the feather fabric came into his eyes.

"All the waves, turn into my shield; all the lightning, turn into my sword - Pisces Law!"

The gentle voice sounded again, and I saw the man with long white hair as gentle as jade, holding a long knife like a shark's fin in both hands, wearing a white gown with fluttering skirts, and he looked as if he had been banished to the world.

The next moment, the incoming fireball suddenly disappeared.

Samael's eyes suddenly widened, and before he could understand what was happening, a bigger fireball roared over.

It was too fast, too quick, too hasty!

So much so that he had no time to dodge, so he could only forcefully punch it and catch the fireball.

Boom!!!

The moment of collision, it was like tens of millions of tons of explosives exploding.

The deafening roar set off billowing shock waves, and the huge fireball collapsed and scattered into countless sparks. The terrifying high temperature was released wantonly, causing the temperature within hundreds of meters to rise sharply, and all the spirits near the ruins were withered.

Countless moisture in the air is evaporated into mist by high temperatures.

Rising above the streets and ruins, it looks like a vast ocean of clouds and mist from a distance.

After the smoke dissipated, one of Samael's arms was scorched black, and he looked quite embarrassed. He stared at the white figure fiercely: "There is another one... Lucifer, it's not that there are only two people in Soul Society.

Captain?!"

"It seems that his information is out of date."

A man as gentle as jade walked out of the smoke and said calmly: "I am the captain of the 13th Division, Ukitake Jushiro, and my friend Kyoryu Shunsui, thank you for taking care of me. Next...it will be me."

Be your opponent."