Begin from the original form of torture and become immortal

Chapter 1142 Berserker Capture Plan

As a self-made Arrancar and a Hollow who has undergone the transformation into a Death God, Ulquiorra's strength is naturally unquestionable.

Now, Aizen has gone a step further and used the power of the Hogyoku to transform Ulquiorra into a berserker.

This allowed Ulquiorra to break his own limit, and even his Hollow was automatically filled.

Then there was the strange feeling, making Ulquiorra experience some incomprehensible emotions.

"The void has been filled, which means you have become more perfect."

Aizen said to Ulquiorra, supporting his cheek with one hand.

After the Hogyoku absorbed and devoured the Berserker's soul, the changes that occurred shocked Aizen.

However, it also allowed Aizen to confirm that the Hogyoku does not need Urahara Kisuke's Hogyoku to achieve perfection.

Therefore, he needs more berserker souls.

Now, among the Ten Espada, except for the missing Grimmjow and Yami who had been killed and confirmed dead, Aizen turned all the others into berserkers.

Although it is not a perfect frenzy, it greatly increases their strength.

"Gentlemen, let's get started."

Aizen said to the Espada under his opponent.

He did not turn those guys who were not part of the Espada into Berserkers. On the one hand, the Hogyoku was not strong enough to support so many Berserkers at the moment, and on the other hand, there would not be much use for them even if they turned into Berserkers.

Unlike the Ten Espada, they basically all have overwhelming power.

Kenpachi Zaraki had already rushed into the Kyonyaku Palace at this time, and no one stopped him.

Then Kenpachi Zaraki randomly chose a direction and rushed forward.

With a roar, Kenpachi Zaraki's footsteps accidentally triggered a seemingly ordinary trap.

The ground seemed to come alive, and suddenly a huge crack appeared, swallowing him up.

However, this seemingly deadly trap was just a small episode in the battle melody for Kenpachi Zaraki.

He did not move, but just jumped lightly and stood firmly on the solid ground at the bottom of the trap, as if all this was within his expectations.

"I didn't expect anyone would fall for such a simple trap."

A slightly teasing voice came from the darkness, accompanied by a cold laugh, and Sal Apollo Granz slowly stepped into the light.

"And this person is actually you, Kenpachi Zaraki..."

There was both surprise and excitement in Sal Apollo's words, and he knew very well that the opponent he was facing was no trivial matter.

Kenpachi Zaraki's fighting style, which is almost unrestricted by conventions, is undoubtedly one of the most feared.

"So what do you call this a trap? There are no spikes underneath or anything like that."

Kenpachi Zaraki scratched his head, his tone sounding somewhat indifferent, as if the accident had not disrupted his rhythm.

"I know you defeated Grimmjow." Sal Apollo put away his smile and his tone became serious.

"But that was in the real world, a place with many restrictions for us Arrancars. But here, in Hueco Mundo, our power can be unleashed to the greatest extent. Moreover, this is my laboratory, a battlefield that I carefully built and completely controlled by me. Here, even you, Kenpachi Zaraki, cannot guarantee to escape unscathed."

Sal Apollo's words revealed an unquestionable self-confidence. He believed that in this area dominated by him, no one could easily escape his control.

He continued, "I forgot. I should introduce myself first. Listen carefully, I am the 8th Espada, Apollo Granz, a researcher in Hueco Mundo. I have endless curiosity and pursuit about the soul, power, and the essence of life. And this is the laboratory where I conduct these studies."

"Kenpachi Zaraki, I am very curious about you and the Berserker you mentioned."

There was a hint of fanaticism in Sal Apollo's voice.

"I have always wanted to study in depth the source of your power, your combat mechanism, and your almost uncontrollable desire to kill on the battlefield. And now, you have come to me on your own initiative. This is really the best opportunity. I can't wait to start my experiment."

Kenpachi Zaraki frowned, and his impatience became more and more obvious on his rough face. He picked his ears, as if even the tense atmosphere in the air made him unhappy.

"So, can we start the fight? I don't have time to talk nonsense with you."

"You don't seem to look down on me, do you?"

A playful smile appeared on Sal Apollo's lips, and he didn't seem to care about Kenpachi Zaraki's provocation.

"That's right. After all, you relied on that mysterious power to defeat Grimmjow, who was higher in rank than me. In your eyes, I, the 80th Espada, may be just a small character, but what you don't know is that my interest in you far exceeds my desire to fight."

Kenpachi Zaraki didn't understand.

Sar Apollo's eyes flashed with fanaticism, and he continued: "Although it is also a spirit particle, it is a very special spirit particle."

Sal Apollo continued, his tone tinged with excitement, as if he was about to unveil a major discovery.

"This energy is neither the pure power of the god of death nor the empty evil energy. It is hidden in your body, like a treasure in an unknown area, waiting for me to explore and analyze."

Upon hearing this, Kenpachi Zaraki frowned even deeper. He did not understand these complicated scientific terms, nor was he too lazy to try to understand them.

"It's really hard to talk to a guy like you who only thinks about research. Stop talking nonsense and do it. Let me see what you can do."

Sar Apollo chuckled, as if he had anticipated Kenpachi Zaraki's reaction.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die easily. After all, you are worth much more than this. However, to show my respect for you, I will let you see my true power."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sal Apollo stretched out his body and inserted the sword in his hand into his mouth in an incredible way.

The scene looked both eerie and shocking, as if he were performing some ancient ritual.

With a low hum from him: "Sip it, Evil Concubine."

An intense white light instantly enveloped him, with complex runes faintly visible in the light, as if the power in his body was awakening.

When the light faded, Sal Apollo looked brand new. His body was covered with clothes woven from tentacles. These tentacles moved gently as if they had life, emitting a faint blue light.

And behind him, two pairs of huge wings grew. The edges of the wings were as sharp as blades, and every flap was accompanied by the sound of tearing air.

This is his return to the blade form - "Evil Concubine".

(End of this chapter)