Death: This Death is not serious

"Come on, more! I'm already a little excited, don't let me down! Don't back down!!"

Kenpachi Zaraki roared, his eyes revealing a fanatical bloodthirsty desire.

Damn lunatic!

His words were like a sharp sword, piercing the hearts of those Quincies who usually think highly of themselves and look down on the God of Death.

They gnashed their teeth one by one, with anger burning in their eyes.

Since joining the Gotei 13, Kenpachi Zaraki's usual targets of killing are mostly some Hollows with poor strength, and the strongest is only Killian.

Occasionally, he would go to Rukongai to hunt some ronin who don't know how to live or die.

Although such a life is full of blood, for Kenpachi Zaraki, this is the lifestyle he pursues.

He longs to fight with powerful opponents and enjoy the excitement of being on the verge of life and death.

But over the years, there are fewer and fewer Hollows invading Soul Society, and he can't completely let go of the sparring with the God of Death!

It's itchy!

In the rain of arrows, Kunan Bai was like a wild horse, galloping in the rain.

She was wearing the metal armor of the Shifengyuan family, and the spirit arrows fell on her one after another, not even tickling her.

At this moment, the three nearest Quincy hurriedly raised their swords in their hands, ready to meet Kunan Bai's attack.

However, Kunan Bai's fists were as fierce as a storm, and the fist shadows hit the enemy heavily.

In just a moment, the three Quincy were smashed to pieces, bloody.

The surrounding Quincy widened their eyes in horror and roared angrily:

"Everyone, come together and kill them!"

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and more than a dozen Quincy were pierced by the blades that were tens of meters long.

With a light swing of the blade, their bodies were cut in half, and blood splattered.

At this time, Ichimaru Gin still had a calm face.

Suddenly, a chill surged from under his feet.

Several Quincy around let out shrill screams, and in the blink of an eye they turned into a hideous ice sculpture.

Not far away, a little white-haired devil stood quietly.

"The God of Death even sent children to the battlefield? What are you still standing there for? Keep shooting arrows!"

A Quincy gave the order decisively.

Countless arrows fell like raindrops, and the white-haired boy tightly grasped the chain at the end of the long sword with both hands.

With a strong swing, the blade began to rotate rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, a huge circular ice wall condensed, blocking steadily in front of him, blocking all the arrows.

"The things of the Shingetsu Cult are still useful."

Hitsugaya Toushirou curled his lips, and then sneered:

"But...how can a proud Quincy only attack by surprise?"

"Damn it!"

Hearing his weird words, the Quincys were furious.

They all raised their spirit light swords and rushed forward, aiming directly at Hitsugaya Toushirou.

At this moment, Liushui and Izumo had already led the officers and soldiers to quickly complete the counter-encirclement.

"Vice-Captain Hitsugaya, be careful!"

Liushui shouted, and slashed with a knife, directly cutting off half of a Quincy's head.

Izumo was not to be outdone, rushing into the crowd, and slashing with a knife.

A Quincy hurriedly raised his arm to hang a metal round shield to block it, and the shield was shining with blue spirit light.

But Izumo's swordsmanship was extremely sharp.

He turned his wrist and swept the metal shield with a sword, instantly pushing it away, and took the opportunity to cut a deep gash on the arm of the Quincy.

The blade turned again and cut the throat directly.

Then, he chopped the surrounding Quincies again.

The soldiers of the 11th Division had a clear goal. Their mission this time was to kill these Quincies.

They had no time to think about whether these Quincies were good or bad, innocent or bloody.

On the battlefield, thinking too much is a way to die. Just knowing that they are enemies is enough.

"Damn it, why haven't the adults of the Stern Cross Knights come yet?"

The Quincies looked at the bloody hell and were scared to death. Those with a little courage would fight back, while those who were scared would kneel down and beg for mercy.

But whether they resisted or begged for mercy, the executioners of the 11th Division had no intention of letting them go.

This is war!

No one in the Gotei 13 understands war better than this combat division.

Don't be soft-hearted. Being soft-hearted will only cause your companions to lose their lives.

Our companions can only be defeated by ourselves. This is the team motto set by Captain Aozaki for the 11th Division!

So, Quincies! Die!!

In addition to Yamamoto and Unohana Retsu who were watching the battle temporarily, even Kyoraku Shunsui, a thousand-year-old salted fish, personally went to the battlefield.

All I saw were the captain-level Death Gods, leading their soldiers to continue killing like wolves and tigers.

HeTheir figures shuttled back and forth as fast as lightning, and the swords in their hands flashed with cold light.

Every swing was accompanied by blood splashing, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the enemies.

They continued to advance towards the direction of Ginja Castle, like an unstoppable black torrent.

However, despite the excellent performance of the Shinigami, their number was limited after all.

Facing the enemy's human wave tactics, they gradually felt the pressure increasing.

The surrounding Quincies quickly came to support, and the number of people increased, and arrows were shot at the Shinigami like raindrops.

These arrows contained powerful spiritual power, which caused a lot of trouble for the Shinigami.

Strangely, although there were many Quincies, there were no strong enemies with captain-level spiritual pressure among them.

Kyoraku Shunsui knew that there were captain-level Quincies in the Invisible Empire.

Fengqiao Loujuro was defeated by a captain-level Quincy.

Otherwise, even if his Bankai was taken away, he would not have been beaten so badly, and he is still recuperating in the Fourth Division.

Swish, swish, swish!!!

Countless spirit arrows came like a flood.

Kyoraku Shunsui and Hitsugaya Toushirou waved their Zanpakutōs, releasing gusts of wind and ice walls respectively to resist.

However, these arrows were too many and too dense.

Even if they resisted with all their strength, there were still some that slipped through the defense line and caused damage to the Shinigami.

In fact, the mid-level combat power of the Quincies was much more than that of the Shinigami.

Therefore, these arrows posed a considerable threat to the Shinigami.

The reason why the Shinigami were able to advance so quickly was entirely because there were captain-level strongmen leading the team and rushing to the front.

The most eye-catching among them was Kenpachi Zaraki.

Like a wild beast, he rushed into the arrow formation in front without fear, waving his long sword and slashing violently like a gust of wind.

Chi Chi Chi!!!

For a moment, the sounds of flesh and blood being torn apart, the sounds of swords clashing, roars and wails intertwined, forming a chaotic scene.

Kenpachi Zaraki was dressed in black, bathed in blood, and around him fell more than a dozen incomplete corpses.

The crazy beast was breathing heavily and rapidly, and the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly - this was due to excitement.

It has been a long time since I have had such a hearty fight!

Although the opponent's strength is not strong, it is better than nothing.

When he saw the Quincy who still had the courage to hold the long sword in front of him, Kenpachi Zaraki nodded with satisfaction.

He did not retreat. Although he was very weak, this courage was not ridiculous!

Therefore... his courage needs to be praised!

In an instant, the crazy beast suddenly regained his sanity, but the speed of the long sword in his hand did not slow down at all.

Puff! !

Dying under the sword, this is the best praise for the brave.