Chapter 17 The Covenant of Death, the God of Chaos (300
"This way, everything is over."
The rotten wood echoes across the river, sealed by the Death Burial Blood Seal.
After the battle, Kuchiki Ginryu couldn't help but sigh when he looked at Kuchiki Hibiki, who was covered by Captain Yamamoto's spiritual arts and had Fangtian painted halberds on his limbs.
"There is also the endgame in the Joireitei." Yamamoto Genryusai said calmly.
From the beginning, he did not take the so-called Kuchiki Hibiki and Muramasa seriously. Compared with the Bakar Dragon War and the battle of Yhwach, Muramasa's abilities are really childish.
It's just that Kuchiki Xianghe did cause too much damage to Jinglingting. Originally, if he had tried his best to eliminate the borers among the nobles, he could have allowed Xianghe to continue causing trouble for a while.
But since he took the initiative to expand the scale of the battle, Yamamoto could no longer let it go, not to mention that Room 46 had already issued strict orders.
"After the Zanpakutō completely returns, he will seal Kuchiki Hikaru for the second time. Although it is a farce, Muramasa is indeed extremely powerful. If used by someone with intentions, it may cause another harm to Soul Society.
harm."
The reason why Kuchiki Kyoukawa was not killed was because even a captain-level Shinigami could not be killed easily even if he was as strong as Yamamoto without using a Zanpakutō and closing his heart.
And once he cannot kill with one blow, then Xianghe may escape. With his ability, it would be terrible if he lurked in the dark.
Yamamoto Genryusai looked down upon Kuchiki Hibiki's strength, but he had to admit that Muramasa was terrifying.
Especially since they didn't know that Muramasa had been liberated from Kuchiki Kyoukawa's sword by Tsunayashiro Genki...
So they left temporarily...
There was only one person left in this world, the sealed Kuchiki Xianghe. He fell into the endless abyss, surrounded by endless darkness.
He had heard that there was a place called "Wu Jian" in Jing Ling Ting, where only those who committed the most heinous crimes would be imprisoned.
There is nothingness there, no east, west, north, south, no top, no bottom, no space and time, only absolute silence and loneliness.
But now, Xianghe felt that the world he was in was Wujian.
It's really the right place for him. He was framed by the nobles, abandoned his family, and even refused to respond to his Zanpakutō. He should drift with the flow in a world of only himself, sinking until his soul is withered.
but……
Where can I vent my anger?
Where can I vent my resentment?!
This world has not yet suffered the punishment for betraying itself! The five nobles are still aloof, playing with the souls and rules of Soul Society wantonly!
Those shameless betrayers are still enjoying fine wines and delicacies, indulging in extravagance, and showing off their shamelessness to their friends and family!
Xianghe is a person who has extremely low self-esteem and is extremely sensitive, otherwise he would not have stabbed Muramasa without asking after he was unblocked in the original work.
But at this moment, all of this was weighing on his fragile heart, making his eyes turn red.
Power, he wants the power to change the world!
He wanted those nobles to suffer the same betrayal as him. No, it would be better if everyone lived in such a world.
Wouldn't it be nice to have a world full of betrayal, a world full of destruction and violence, and a world where everyone has no trust in each other?!
Why is he the only one who suffers like this? Isn't this too unfair?
Pain should not be felt by one person, but by the whole world!
The more I think about it, the angrier I become, the more I think about it, the angrier I get, the more I think about it, the more resentful I become, and the darkness in my heart accumulates rapidly. No, maybe this is my true heart!
In the endless darkness, Xianghe felt something was broken in his heart. He began to imagine what the future world would be like, and he began to imagine the rules controlled by him.
Then, the brokenness in his heart caused changes in the entire world, and the darkness around him began to distort on a large scale, awakening Xianghe from his self-indulgence.
The twisted darkness gathered in front of him into a human face, a...
Skeleton face!
Starting from the skeleton, a huge phantom appeared in front of Xianghe.
His whole body was shrouded in brown robes, and a pair of ghost-like eyes were embedded in the skull face.
"Is this what you want?"
There is a huge scythe behind him, and the sharp weapon that harvests lives makes him even more terrifying.
At this moment, this huge "weird" sound came out, and it reached the deepest part of people's souls.
The moment he saw him, Xianghe felt fear from the bottom of his heart. It was different from when he faced Yamamoto Genryusai. That time, he only felt fear after seeing the power gap between the two sides.
And this time...
But it was like seeing fear itself!
"Who are you?!"
He couldn't help but take two steps back. The panic in his heart could not be expressed in words.
"I am the end of everything and the beginning of everything."
The huge skull face said slowly
"It is the final destination of the soul and the end of hope for desperate people. My name..."
"grim Reaper!"
grim Reaper……
yes……
This is the God of Death...
Xianghe's breathing became rapid, as if there was new hope in the life that had ended.
That's right, those at Jinglingting...
What kind of death is this?
How could the God of Death, a God whose job is the most terrifying thing in the world, be the incompetent people of Jolingting?
Death... is fear itself, the sickle that harvests life, and the destination of all souls!
Yes, he is the God of Death! He is the God of Death!
Xianghe's eyes widened unconsciously. He looked at the incarnation of terror in front of him and couldn't help but be deeply intoxicated by it.
"Can you...fulfill my wish?"
he asked tremblingly
"Just... give your soul."
Death spoke slowly
"I will give you the power to shape the world you want."
His words seem to come from the prehistoric times millions of years ago, full of the flavor of history, making people's souls sink into it!
Xianghe clenched his fists, his nails dug tightly into his flesh and blood flowed out. He looked at the huge God of Death and the skeletal face.
Then, slowly let go of your hand.
blood...
Clicking along the fingers...
Drop by drop in the dark void.
Blood spreads in the darkness...
After a while, Xianghe's feet were covered in dark red...
So the corners of Xianghe's mouth slightly raised
"Of course... you can take my soul as long as you want..."
"Let this world and those people fall into the most terrifying era. It's up to me..."
"The era of domination!"
He shouted to death
"Take my soul!"
"Then..." The figure of the God of Death gradually dissipated. The huge scythe behind him disappeared first, then the brown cloak, and finally the huge skull face and blue light.