Death: This Death is not serious

"What if I refuse?" Ginjo Kūgo asked tentatively.

The guy opposite him was unreliable.

It was okay to follow the Tsunayashiro family, after all, they had been together for several years.

But Sephiroth wanted to subdue me as soon as they met. If I simply agreed, it would not only be embarrassing, but also very dangerous.

"I'm not negotiating with you, kid!"

Aozaki Mayu said, pulling out the Zanpakutō from his waist and waving it gently. A white crescent-shaped sword light brushed past Ginjo Kūgo's body, cutting a gully of hundreds of meters behind him.

Ginjo Kūgo's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he swallowed his saliva with fear.

He turned his head woodenly and saw the pupils behind him suddenly shrink.

Crazy! This is a madman!

How can he be so strong when he can't feel the spiritual pressure?

Fortunately, the two were in the suburbs. If they were in the city center, how many people would die with one knife! ?

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter even if there are people."

"After a person dies, his soul will go to Soul Society and live as usual, but after a few decades, he will completely forget the memory of the real world."

Aozaki Mayu was suddenly stunned. He has been in Soul Society for a long time, and it seems that he has not lost his memory.

But this is not very important. After coming to his senses, he looked at the young man in front of him and continued:

"What's your answer? I have things to do in the real world and I don't have time to waste on you, or do you want me to chop off your head with the next knife?"

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"Lord Sephiroth."

Ginjo Kugo's voice pulled Aozaki Mayu's thoughts back from the past to the present.

"The gathering place of the hollows is in front."

"They also use special means to isolate the spiritual pressure perception of this area. It seems that these guys are not simple!!"

Aozaki Mayu spread his hands, said quite "unexpectedly", and then stepped into it.

"Lord Domino!" The Eagle-winged Void landed steadily from the air in a room surrounded by high black walls, and saluted respectfully to a body that was even larger than it.

The owner of the huge body was more than ten meters tall and looked like a pale ape.

The surrounding Voids saluted him one after another. It was obvious that this ape-like Void named "Domilo" was the leader of the Void group.

Domino nodded slightly, and the wall of the dark room began to shake, and violent vibrations came from the ground.

The black body surrounded the group of Voids like a city wall. Looking around, it turned out to be a fortress composed of the lowest-level Void Killians.

The Killians had the same appearance, wearing a clown-like long-nosed white mask, and a huge body similar to a witch's cloak that was nearly fifty meters tall. From a distance, it looked like a series of black hills.

"Have you found enough high-spiritual souls?" Domino held the Eagle-winged Void with his thick arms and said in a muffled voice.

"Not yet, sir." Eagle-winged Hollow said cautiously.

This sir is an existence that it cannot afford to provoke - Achucas-class Hollow.

It is just the lowest-level Hollow.

Not to mention this sir, even the lowest-level Hollow Killian under his command can easily crush itself into powder.

"Then keep looking, all of you look for one hundred qualified souls. If we can't find them, we will all be sent to the laboratory table of Lord Sar Apollo!"

Domilo roared, punching the ground with a fist, and the ground suddenly sank into a big pit.

But in the threatening words, there was also an undisguised cowardice.

Unlike the low-intelligence Killians, ordinary Hollows heard the fear in it and took a deep breath.

They would not laugh at this powerful intermediate Hollow, because they were also afraid.

All Hollows living under the rule of Bylergan, the king of Hueco Mundo, knew the horror of this chief researcher of the Hueco Night Palace.

The cruel experiments conducted by this Vastod-class Hollow were so cruel that even the Hollows found it hard to accept.

"Ah!"

The Hollows were reminiscing about their lives in Hueco Mundo, when a Killian suddenly took action and stepped on a Hollow to death with a casual move.

"What's going on? Why are the Killians so agitated?"

"Someone has invaded our territory. I can feel the spiritual pressure of the God of Death."

The gathered Hollows immediately made a noisy sound.

"God of Death?" Domino smiled, his tone full of sarcasm.

He felt the spiritual pressure of a professional God of Death.

Although not strong, no matter how strong or weak, being able to become a God of Death means that he is an excellent soul, which means excellent experimental material.

Domino beat his chest with his thick arms and laughed: "Bring him here, catch him alive, Lord Sal Apollo likes alive!"

"Yes." The group of Hollows responded excitedly. If they caught this God of Death, they would survive.There is one more hope.

They still want to continue to evolve, not only to become the high and mighty Achucas and Vastod, but also to have an endless and unstoppable desire to devour, driving them to continue to live.

"Lord Sephiroth, is this really okay?"

Ginjo Kugo looked at the Hollows flying in the sky, galloping on the ground, and swaying between the houses, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

He has a high talent, absorbing the power of ordinary death gods, and his spiritual pressure is close to the level of a chief officer, but facing such a large number of Hollows, it is still inevitable to feel timid.

What's more, the Hollows approaching him are not only the spiritual pressure level of ordinary death gods, but some of the Hollows even have spiritual pressure higher than him.

"Don't worry, they are just a bunch of small fish." Aozaki Mayu waved his hand, looking relaxed, and didn't take these terrifying monsters seriously at all.

"But those guys should be very powerful, right?"

Ginjo Kugo raised his hand and pointed to the distance, looking at the black hills, his legs were a little weak.

The spiritual pressure of those black hills, even from such a distance, still made him feel great pressure.

"Awesome?" Aozaki Mayu laughed as if she heard something funny: "The trash I mentioned also includes those guys, and their masters too."

"Their masters?" Ginjo Kūgo widened his eyes in surprise.

This huge black monster looked stupid, but its spiritual pressure was obviously far superior to his own. What was scary was that this thing that could crush him to death with its feet actually had a master!

What kind of strength would the master of this thing have?

And what kind of strength was Sephiroth who called them trash! ?

"Almost done." Looking at the approaching hollows, Aozaki Mayu suddenly said, "But with so many of them, I'll just chant for the first time in a long time."

"Heart of the South, pupil of the North, fingertips of the West, heels of the East. Gather with the wind, disperse with the rain."

"The fifty-eighth way of binding: slapping toes to chase the sparrow!"

A black circular magic circle was instantly drawn on the ground. Aozaki Mayu pressed one hand on the ground, and the magic circle burst into a white spiritual pressure light.

He grinned: "Location locked, next we need to restrict their actions, let me think... use this!"