Reborn as the God of Death and became the Captain of the Ten Blades

"I have been in this world since I graduated and joined the 13th Division. Very few people in the team know me. If the captain hadn't told me, I might have missed this event."

After saying that, he smiled sheepishly.

When Lucia heard this, she was filled with admiration. She was in the 13th division and she knew how dangerous it was to stay in this world for soul burial.

If you encounter souls who died abnormally, you have to fulfill their unfinished wishes, otherwise they will become nothing but the devouring instinct.

It is a difficult and thankless job. When in danger, your companions cannot rescue you immediately.

Lucia bowed and saluted the middle-aged God of Death, not only for the great wish he said, but also for his trust and enlightenment. She was very happy and lucky to know this senior.

The middle-aged God of Death quickly dodged away and said with a smile: "We are all partners."

When Lucia saw this, she didn't force it, and a bright light flashed in her eyes: "Yes."

The middle-aged Death God patted his chest: "I know your names, now it's my turn to introduce myself." After finishing speaking, he pretended to pause and coughed twice: "I'm from the 13th Division, my name is..."

The voice suddenly stopped, the expression froze instantly, and the light in the eyes dimmed. Renji and Rukia initially thought that the other party retained some childlike innocence, and waited quietly.

After a while, Renji realized something was wrong, and subconsciously shouted: "Senior...Senior..." Seeing no response, a strong uneasiness surged in his heart.

He stretched out his fingers, but as soon as he touched the middle-aged Death God's body, in his horrified eyes, the middle-aged Death God's upper body slowly slid down from his shoulders to his waist, revealing a smooth cross-section.

"This...this..." Renji couldn't help but tremble all over, and a chill filled his forehead.

Shaking her head mechanically, Lucia stood frozen on the spot, a breath of deathly silence permeating her body.

Half a moment.

A burst of hysterical screams exploded in the peaceful Daxu Forest.

"ah……"

The sound passed through the layers of woods and penetrated into the ears of the peripheral captain and deputy captain.

The closest Komamura Left Front and Kikuchi Tetsuaemon were the first to react.

"Captain." Tetsuzaemon asked as he quickly killed the junior Hollow in front of him.

Komamura Zuozhen thought for a moment and said: "Let's go back first."

"good."

Just as he was about to leave, suddenly, the shrill laughter of children came from the surrounding jungle.

Komamura Zuozhen made a defensive posture and said: "It's the voice of a child, but why does a child appear in Hueco Mundo?"

"Are you the God of Death?" The sharp child's voice was harsh and unbearable, like the soreness of teeth caused by two sharp objects rubbing against each other.

Seeing that Komamura's left formation was silent, suddenly the same sharp laughter came from the other direction: "Are you the God of Death?"

"Are you the God of Death?"

…

The sounds are getting denser and denser, coming from all directions, densely packed, turning into invisible sharp blades piercing the depths of the souls of Komamura Zuozhen and Shooting Field Tetsuzaemon.

Holding back the discomfort, Komamura Zuozhen shouted: "You go back first, I will be there soon."

After hearing this, Tetsuzaemon showed hesitation.

Seeing that he didn't move, Komamura Zuozhen quickly said: "Let's go, I have no problem."

When Tetsuzaemon saw that his captain had made up his mind, he didn't stop and shook his neck a few times. His chaotic brain instantly sobered up, and then he turned around and left.

Komamura's left formation was on guard with a knife, thinking about how to respond, when suddenly a scream came from his ears.

"Brothers from the shooting range." Komamura Zuozhen turned around and shouted, while the shooting range Tetsuzaemon was already lying in a pool of blood.

He quickly stepped forward to check and found Tetsuzaemon lying on the ground. His chest was bloody and bloody, and dark red blood was gurgling from the wound.

As if he was aware of the captain's presence, Tetsuzaemon took a big breath of air and said loudly with all his strength: "Go quickly, captain, go quickly..." At the end of the sentence, his voice was hoarse and he could no longer speak.

Komamura Zuozhen knelt down beside him, shook his head, and rejected his request, "Brother from the shooting range, you should know that from the moment you join the Gotei Thirteenth Team, your life is no longer important to me.

"

Moreover, there are many young Shinigami stationed in the camp. They are the future of the Gotei 13. If he encounters a strong enemy, the other captains may also encounter the same encounter. There is no way to avoid this battle.

After saying that, Komamura Zuozhen fumbled for a small bottle from his arms, with green liquid flowing in it. Without any hesitation, he opened the cap and poured it all into the gate of the shooting range Tetsuoe.

"This is Malang wine. It can relieve some of the injuries. You can take a good rest here and I will come later."

As soon as the Marang wine entered the throat, it felt hot and fishy, ​​and then a coolness was fed back from the stomach, which instantly enveloped the whole body, and the pain in the chest became a little weaker.

As the vice-captain, Kiba Tetsuaemon naturally knows the effects of malang wine. It is no exaggeration to say that it can give a second life to a dying person.

Such a precious thing was actually wasted on himself. Recalling what the captain had just said, a feeling of guilt called shame filled his body.

Komamura's left formation was in the middle of the woods, calm and composed, showing no panic in the face of the enemy who had been showing up for a long time.

At this time, a voice as sharp as a child came from all directions again: "Why don't you run?"

"You run..."

"You run..."

The voices overlapped each other, and the long tail sound swept through the Komamura Left Formation in the center like a sound wave.

Komamura's left formation was unmoved, his eyes flashed: "Roar, God's punishment."

A huge arm composed of spiritual pressure appeared out of thin air above his head. It was solid, black, and full of explosive power. The front of the arm held an illusory huge Zanpakutō. Upon closer inspection, it was Komamura Zuo.

An enlarged version of the Zanpakutō in Jinshou.

After the initial release, the spiritual pressure of Komamura's left formation surged all over his body. The ground beneath his feet was cracked and dust was flying.

As if feeling the power emanating from the other party, the screams hidden around him fell silent for a moment.

The illusive Zanpakutō in the sky was suddenly raised high, a simple aura filled the air, and a black light curtain poured down like a sky river hanging upside down.

"Boom." There was a loud thunder in the plains, and dust filled the sky for a moment, flattening the dense woods in front of me.

At this time, dozens of figures leapt out from the ground, waving their wings and floating in the air, looking at the destroyed plains in front of them with lingering fear.

When the dust cleared, a crack five meters deep and more than ten meters long suddenly appeared on the bare flat ground.

…

Renji looked at the frightened Rukia, with distress and unbearable expression in his eyes.

Just as he was about to step forward to comfort him, suddenly his expression suddenly turned sharp, his eyes were fixed on the nearest big tree, and he yelled: "Who is it?"

He drew out his Zanpakutō, breathed out his spiritual pressure, and split the tree trunk in front of him into two pieces.

A fat and short figure sprang out from behind the tree trunk, muttering: "Oh, I've been discovered."