Death god, my Zanpakuto is a bit trendy

Forged into a fortress.

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Volume 1: 122, Templar, show your sharp blade!

Late at night.

"The guests are finally here."

Haruto was sitting in the main monitoring room of this building, and the two security guards in charge of patrolling were lying quietly beside him.

Neither volunteering nor triple wages existed. For such a poor man, Haruto could only use some numbered magic from WB:

Stun bomb.

In terms of making ordinary people lose consciousness, this is much more useful than white thunder... Haruto's white thunder is too lethal.

In the uniform screen, the whole building was invaded by the white ocean:

It was a strange spirit with a red top hat, no human face, and covered with a white robe.

These spirits, like the death gods encountered during the day, did not show any traces of spiritual pressure; and the electronic equipment made by humans originally had no possibility of observing spirits.

——Here we would like to thank WB Number Magic for its generous sponsorship. In order to allow the humans in London to observe the Dark Dragon under special circumstances, they specially developed the "Eye-Opening" magic to increase the ability of spiritual vision.

Fortunately, this eye-opening magic can be used on mechanical equipment.

Because of this.

Haruto can sit in the monitoring room and have a panoramic view of the situation.

"Although it is a guy I have never seen before, it does not seem to be very strong... This thing is always inversely proportional to the number."

"Beep."

Haruto picked up the remote control in his hand and pressed the screen on the lower left.

"Sizzle!"

The fierce sound of electricity can be heard across dozens of floors.

If it were not for the defensive ghost path in advance, the monitor would have been written off at this time.

"It works."

The spirits that appeared on the second floor were instantly swept away, and the low-level broken path in Haruto's hands bloomed with new brilliance after a long time.

"Yoshi."

Looking at the red and white colors that were still filling up on the screen, Haruto picked up the remote control and started playing whack-a-mole on the monitoring screen:

"Beep."

"Beep."

After a short pause--

"Boom!"

"Woo!"

"Crash!"

The spiritual pressure with messy attributes was raging between the floors.

If Haruto hadn't reinforced the building and enchanted the outer layer to isolate sound and light, no nearby residents would have been able to sleep peacefully at this moment.

However.

"......Aren't these things exhausted?"

Although Haruto deliberately opened the entrance and exit on the first floor, the number of these spirits was too exaggerated: in just a few minutes, nearly a thousand individuals had been wiped out by low-level ghosts.

"Whatever."

Haruto waved his hand casually.

Countless low-level ghost spiritual pressures extended along the spiritual network covering the entire building and were quickly rearranged on the ground floor.

"What I lack the least..."

"It's this spiritual pressure."

You want to test Haruto with this little trick?

It is better to hope that this office building overlapping with the giant mountain-falling crystal collapses first.

"Boom!" xN!

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The war of attrition lasted for more than ten minutes.

Haruto did not feel tired at all. Instead, the opponent's offensive became weaker and weaker: the density of the red hats that broke in from the first floor became sparser and sparser.

"Is it over?"

Haruto was actually a little reluctant.

Although the strength of these spirits was not very good, they were essentially complete souls: each could not provide much, but after the number accumulated... the spirit king's soul did show a little evolution trend.

The spirit king's soul needed to absorb souls to evolve, and these spirits just met its requirements.

However.

The opponent should have seen that such an offensive had no effect, or was a little anxious about the time arrangement.

The familiar spiritual pressure appeared in the air again.

"Shua."

Haruto walked out of the office building directly.

"Plum needle."

"Is it time for a good fight this time?"

Looking at this muscular man, Haruto simply took off the shirt of his death suit: Plum needle's fighting style is too fierce, and this suit will definitely not be kept. In this case, it is better to save the effort of sewing clothes:

It is also troublesome for Yuin to do these things.

"Who knows?"

"......"

If you can't get the words out, then there is nothing to do.

But looking at the spiritual pressure displayed by Plum needle, you can tell that this guy should not be prepared to fight like last time.

No one else around?

Who knows where those guys are hiding again, but with Haruto's arrangement in the office building, they should not be able to make any waves.

"Bang!"

The fists as big as casseroles collided fiercely.

Haruto didn't have time to care about anything else, because Plum needle burst out with his spirit of fighting six people alone:

"Bankai!"

"Zeng——"

The sharp sound of the knife shattering countless glass doors and windows rang out.

"Crack!!"

During the morning battle, the metallic color that was used to protect the eyes reappeared, but this time it covered the entire body:

The plum needle became a steel man.

The rivet-shaped "decoration" extended from the forehead to the chin, and the round hoop symbolizing gold, tightness, and prohibition was embedded on the left shoulder; on the corresponding right shoulder, half of the irregular metal wings stretched out, as if made of countless blades.

"Snake and dragon chain dance, "Broken Blade" is a shadow. "

As the swastika was completed, the pink and silver intertwined light pillars reached towards the sky.

"Buzz!!"

In terms of strength and momentum alone, the swastika of Tsunayoshi Hoshitsubo that Haruto had seen was far from comparable to the plum needle in front of him.

"call out--"

The diffused light beams were all restrained in the next moment, and the shining brilliance carved a texture of dragons and snakes dancing together on the surface of the plum needle.

"Dang!"

The plum needle gives people the feeling at this moment, like a pure killing machine, and there is no trace of the original appearance of the God of Death.

"Come on, boy!"

"..."

"Zhi."

Haruto silently drew his Zanpakutō.

After completing the swastika, Mei Zhen's spiritual pressure was already in a state of complete crushing on him, and Haruto would not have any advantage in physical collision.

And looking at the opponent's swastika, it doesn't look like he's running out of mana after a few big moves.

How to deal with numerical monsters?

"Stop it, Qingquan."

"Beep!"

Naturally, you have to use the rules to kill——

Light and heavy.

Two completely opposite attributes that flow out and extend simultaneously appear on Qingquan's blade and back; on the tip of the blade where the two meet, the condensed silver light creates a gorgeous beauty that shines through thousands of rivers. .

The three abilities in Qingquan's first solution form appeared at the same time.

"please?"

Haruto raised his Zanpakutō towards the plum needle.

"..."

"Uh-huh!"

"Uh-huh!"

The instant sounds overlapped.

In the interlaced silver flashes——

"Zhi!!"

Qingren and Mei Zhen exchanged places with each other, and their forearms, as strong as the roots of an old tree, flew far away to the horizon.

"Isn't your sword a self-reinforcing type?"

Mei Zhen glanced at his broken left arm, turned to Haruto and asked.

Losing his arm did not cause any change in his expression. Mei Zhen was more surprised by the sharpness of the chop just now:

He knew only too well the strength of his body after swastika.

"Strengthening the Zanpakuto is also strengthening."

Haruto shook his sword against the distant night sky, and the scattered spiritual pressure was scattered like a heavy rain.

The slash just now was not "sounding" but "wandering" - the spiritual pressure that was originally enough to fly out from the blade was completely compressed on the blade, and was released "without damage" to the greatest extent through chopping.

Although Haruto's spiritual pressure has been promoted to the fourth level, there is not enough time to absorb and compress it, so the spiritual pressure consumption is still 1/3 of the total amount.

"I see."

Plum needle's steel muscles can be seen squirming on the body surface with the naked eye.

"If I were to slash with you with my Zanpakutō, the blow just now would probably have broken it off."

"But it's okay..."