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

Saar Apollo did not object, since he had a piece of the pie anyway, and he was fully confident as to whether it was the God of Death who wore glasses.

After all, he was the one who knew best about Arronillo’s sequelae, which made him unhappy and even solved the problem with him.

After solving so many problems for Balegang Ruison, it’s time to let him do something.

Seeing that the three Daxu had already begun to distribute the spoils, Stark rested his elbows on the conference table, stroked his forehead, and took a deep breath. His eyes happened to meet the close-up of the Aizen trio on the table, and he looked at them carefully.

Aizen, who was at the front, had a hint of worry in his eyes.

To be able to subdue Nnoitra and Grimmjow, strength alone is not enough. Which Vastod is not a strong man who stands out from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood? Death? It is not terrible.

"Where has the mysterious Vastod-level Void gone?" This is what Stark is most concerned about. Facing that possible existence, having more strength will give him more confidence.

"We must find out!" If he was killed by the God of Death for other reasons, then... Thinking of this, Stark is a bit complicated, which is a bit troublesome.

Nnoitra and Grimmjow may have some information.

Thinking of this, he raised his head and said to the other three Daxu: "No matter what the reason is for that God of Death, after all, he did not cause any killings. It would be good to give him a warning when the time comes."

After hearing what he said, Aaronillo became abnormally impatient, Sal Apollo looked at them with interest as if watching a show, and the black man Daxu continued to rest his mind.

Aaronillo said in a slightly urgent voice: "Did those top Achucas die in vain?"

Stark held his chin with one hand, feeling the friction from his stubble, and continued, different from the laziness before, but with helplessness: "That guy Nnoitra, it's time to warn him."

Since Nnoitra began to follow the god of death, she began to unleash her instincts. Even though it was useless to devour Vastod, she still continued to kill people. This was really a headache for Noitra's character.

Of course, except for that one person, thinking about this, he glanced at Aaronillo imperceptibly.

Arronillo knew Stark's character and was unwilling to give up just like that. Only by pulling him into the same camp would he have a chance.

Now I can't even release the Zanpakutō. I may not be able to defeat a top-level Achiukas who can break through. Sitting here is just wearing the shell of Vastod. It's also because of someone.

On Daxu's face, two heads rotated rapidly, waiting to speak.

The black man Daxu also spoke at this time: "From the beginning to the end, the God of Death has not left Hueco Mundo alive. If we let the tiger return to the mountains, our kindness will be cruelty to our compatriots."

After hearing this, Aaronillo secretly gave the black man a thumbs up, it makes so much sense.

Planning to strike while the iron is hot: "Before this, I have never seen the God of Death show mercy to Xu."

"Stark." Arronillo shouted: "How many comrades have you saved over the years?"

After listening to his words, no matter Stark, Black Daxu, or Sal Apollo couldn't help but feel a little funny, and a little pitiful for the current Aronillo, who was already standing at the top of Hueco Mundo, but could not free the Zanpakutō.

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Hueco Mundo actually started mentioning the word "compatriot". If the Shinigami of Soul Society heard it, wouldn't he laugh and laugh?

Stark said: "There is no news from Balegang Ruisenbang. How can he endure this situation?"

Sal Apollo also raised his forehead and said: "That guy discovered that the unfamiliar Vastod-level Daxu might be stronger than him, and he destroyed an Achukas army in a fit of anger."

"Maybe I'm still looking for games to vent my anger now." After saying this, he smiled contemptuously, which was far from the surrender he mentioned before.

"SO Ga."

The black man glanced at him: "This sentence is a bit surprising coming from your mouth."

Sal Apollo smiled "Hey": "It's just a monster who is intoxicated with his own power and eager for success, but his ability is indeed very troublesome."

"You don't really think that Balegang Ruisen will go there in person, Zomali Luru."

The black man, Zomali Lulu, nodded: "If you are not completely sure, it is normal for that guy to send you as the vanguard."

After listening to his words, a flash of anger flashed in Sal Apollo's eyes.

Aaroniro suddenly stood up and said impatiently: "Harribel and Nellie should have gone over." After saying that, he looked at Stark.

Feeling Aronillo's gaze, Stark also stood up and said, "Let's go, let's go meet the guests from far away."

"That Yami guy should be in that state soon."

"Things are getting into trouble."

After saying that, he glanced around with the corner of his eyes. He saw Zomari's solemnity, Aaronillo's eagerness, and Sar'Apollo's calmness and madness, and said solemnly:

"After all, this is Hueco Mundo."

The noisy meeting suddenly became quiet.

Sar Apollo also stood up and said: "I'm going to change my clothes first. The feast should be matched with a dress."

"Elegance never goes out of style." The face of the non-male and non-female person looked very coquettish, and after speaking, she walked back.

Apart from him, the other three cups of black tea are still steaming, no more, no less.

……

"Boom...boom...boom..."

A series of deafening sounds sounded somewhere in Hueco Mundo.

A monster that is as tall as a ten-story building, dragging a centipede-like body behind it, is attacking the transparent glass barrier in front of it. Strangely, on the left side of the body stand six two-story-high thighs that only a few people can surround.

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There are only two middle legs on the right side, which are more delicate in comparison, causing the body to tilt a little. White fluid is flowing in the wounds on the left and right sides, and is extending outward little by little, revealing a new flesh color.

Six long flesh-colored leg-shaped pillars are scattered on one side of the body. Blood is still trickling out from inside, vaguely revealing the red flesh hidden inside, which is neat and smooth, as if it has been cut off effortlessly.

The ground has long been dyed red.

The monster's punches are not very fast, but each punch contains shocking power.

The dull sound was like a sledgehammer hitting the hearts of Daxu and the God of Death.

The brazen aura reveals a full sense of oppression.

Aizen looked at the fist in front of him that was bigger than his entire body and kept swinging it. Faced with the power of each punch that could seriously injure an ordinary captain in Soul Society, he felt calm and could not make any waves.

Duan Kong stood motionless in front of him and couldn't help but smile. Sure enough, Li Chuan was right. He should be the only Daxu of his level in Hueco Mundo.

I'm also a little lucky. If there is one more person, it will be much more difficult to subdue these guys.

Aizen smiled and shook off these unrealistic thoughts: "Your power is far from enough."

"Submit to me, and I will give you more powerful power, and your strength will reach its peak."

After hearing what he said, Yami's face was stern. He had never been so insulted in Hueco Mundo. Even Nnoitra did it for the purpose of irritating him.