Global Awakening: Join the chat group at the beginning

Chapter 1653: Everything turns into nothingness, the breath of the world
Gralgorn's body finally squeezed completely into this world.

The moment He descended, a strange distortion occurred in the space within a radius of several kilometers—the light was broken, the wreckage of buildings was suspended in the air, and the flow of time in some areas seemed to become abnormally slow.

The area closest to the center even began to show scenes that did not belong to this world: a rotting starry sky, a creeping earth of flesh and blood, and an upside-down black ocean.
The invisible force of decay spread like ripples, and all things began to decay at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Steel rusts to dust, cement weathers and peels off, and even the dust floating in the air is breaking down into more primitive particles.

Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's body, which had experienced thousands of years of vicissitudes, was the first to show changes. His wrinkled skin shriveled and cracked at an alarming rate, and the fingers holding the knife began to carbonize and peel off.

"This is."

A trace of astonishment flashed across the captain's cloudy eyes, and the spiritual pressure in his body was rapidly dissipating.

Kisuke Urahara looked down at his palm which was gradually becoming transparent, and the corners of his mouth formed a complex arc.

"Are you going to die?"

he whispered.

The eyes beneath the brim of the hat flashed a hint of unwillingness, but more of it was helplessness.

When he saw that the captain's full-strength attack was in vain, he had foreseen this outcome, but he did not expect the gap between the two to be so huge.

Faced with such power, not to mention Soul Society, even the Soul King
"If you can escape to a safe place, run as fast as you can."

"Survive there."

Urahara turned to Kurosaki Ichigo, who was standing there in a daze, and his voice became erratic.

At the last moment before completely disappearing, this man who always hid his emotions showed an unprecedented sincere smile, and then turned into a point of light and dissipated in the rotten air.

It's not just Urahara.

Kenpachi Zaraki, Byakuya Kuchiki, Soi-Fong... the elite forces of the entire Soul Society, didn't even have a chance to struggle in the face of this absolute power gap.

Ichigo Kurosaki stood there, his pupils trembling violently, his mind going blank.

The chat group, the time traveler's mission, the group members... everything was completely washed away by this sudden doomsday scene. An indescribable emotion was surging wildly in the chest, like anger, like despair, and more like some more primitive tremor from the depths of the soul.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

Along with a heart-wrenching roar, the spiritual pressure in Ichigo Kurosaki's body began to increase exponentially. A torrent of black spiritual power gushed out from his every pore, forming a column of light that flowed upstream between the decaying world.

His hair color began to fade from its bright color to a deeper dark orange; the blade of Zangetsu continued to extend and deform, and the bandages wrapped around it burned out on their own, revealing the pitch-black blade underneath.

At this moment when all things come to an end, a power that transcends death and the boundary between the two is awakening in this young man.

"Crescent Moon——Tian Chong!!!"

Ichigo Kurosaki's roar tore through the rotten air, and an unprecedented black crescent shot up into the sky; wherever the slash passed, even the decaying space was forcibly split into cracks, and the violent spiritual pressure crushed all matter along the way into powder.

however--

When this blow that was powerful enough to destroy mountains landed on the body of the evil god Gralgorn, it was like a drop in the ocean, failing to cause even a ripple.

Gralgorn's huge rotting pupils slowly turned, truly focusing on the tiny human for the first time.

From the moment he approached this world, he felt a certain unusual attraction, as natural as flies being attracted to rotten meat, yet with a sense of incongruity that confused him.

But now, when He actually came, that attraction inexplicably disappeared.

Is it this human?

Doubt flashed in Gralgorn's pupils. Under his law of decay, all things should return to nothingness; but the human in front of him not only did not dissipate, but instead burst out with even more powerful power in desperation.

The black spiritual pressure wrapped around him was producing a subtle rejection reaction with his own corrupt power.

Although it is very weak, it is very special.

There is a power that comes from the world itself.

"Rumble--"

There was another loud noise of space collapsing.

The evil god Galargon moved his body slightly, and a rotten tentacle as big as a mountain slowly rose up, with a suffocating dark green light condensing at the tip.

It is the purest source of corruption, and just a slight touch can cause any existence to disintegrate from the root.

Ichigo Kurosaki stared at the light, veins bulging in his hands holding the knife. He didn't know what that thing was, but if he didn't know, he didn't know.

He had no choice but to continue fighting.

"Come again. Come again!!!"

Ichigo Kurosaki roared, and his spiritual pressure surged again. This time, the black energy began to form a hollow bone armor on his body.

"Crescent Moon——Tian Chong!!!"

The pitch-black spiritual pressure surged out from the blade of the Zangetsu Blade like a flood that broke through a dam. This time the crescent was more solid than before, and its edges were wrapped with scarlet flashes of light.

Space wailed as it was overwhelmed by this blow, and everything in its path was briefly torn apart.

but--

Gralgorn simply waved a rotten tentacle lightly, as casually as brushing away a spider web. The blow that was powerful enough to destroy the city dissipated silently like foam the moment it touched the surface of the tentacle.

There was no explosion, no impact, not even a ripple.

Ichigo Kurosaki stood there silently, his hands holding the sword trembling slightly.

But his spiritual pressure was still rising wildly, the virtual bone armor on his body gradually covered his entire body, the patterns on his mask became more hideous, and every breath was accompanied by the eruption of a spiritual storm. The ground under his feet continued to collapse under this force.

But to the evil god Galargon, the breath of this world emanating from humans became increasingly stronger.

This corrupt world seemed to be using its own power to cultivate someone who could defeat Him.

He didn't care about these, he was just a little curious.

There are many planets that have decayed because of Him, and He Himself does not like to actively destroy planets; it’s just that His power is too strong. Even if He does nothing and just gets close to them, those planets will turn into nothingness because they cannot withstand the rules emanating from His body.

But this planet is a little strange. At the last moment before its destruction, it chose to cultivate someone who could compete with it.

"boom--!"

Another crescent shot up into the sky, and this time the slash was no longer pure black, but a mixture of dark red and gold.

Ichigo Kurosaki's mask was fully formed, the whites of his eyes turned a terrifying black, and only his pupils were burning with black flames.

The evil god Gralgorn still did not move, but this time, he used three tentacles to weave into a net and wrapped the slash.

The power of decay will corrode and make a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound.

Brothers, I am not feeling well today, so I have only written this much. I will update as usual tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)