I, who eats the school beauty's soft rice, founded the Gotei 13

The battle was over, and the enemy was in a state of panic.

At the junction of the outer city and the suburbs, the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

An invisible line separated the battlefield.

In the suburbs on the left, there was an endless fog of resentment, with ghosts flashing and roaring fiercely.

In the outer city on the right, the soldiers of the Thirteenth Guardian and the Demon Slayer Corps lined up one by one, ready to fight.

On the battlefield, there was only the sound of wind blowing sand and stones, and everyone held their breath at this time.

There was no pre-war declaration, and everyone knew what to do when facing the weirdness.

Step!

At this time, a member of the Demon Slayer Corps took the first step.

Everyone's tense nerves were also broken at this moment.

"Ah!!"

"Kill!!"

As the shouts of killing rang out, the human camp on the first front began to charge.

Holding the spiritual weapon, the spiritual medium floated behind them, carrying an unstoppable momentum to attack the strange camp.

"Roar!"

In the mist of resentment, the twisted strange also turned into substance, staring at the humans rushing over with scarlet eyes, roaring and starting to run.

At the first wave of contact, spirit particles and blood began to bloom on the battlefield.

"Bastards!"

"All die!"

The one who rushed to the front was the vice-captain of the 11th Division - Madarame Ikkaku!

Holding the Zanpakutō, he directly fought with the strange.

Beside him, the fighters of the 11th Division also burst out with a strong fighting enthusiasm.

And the scene of the 11th Division fighting also greatly inspired the people of the Demon Slayer Corps next to them.

Each one felt the blood boiling.

"Roar!"

The resentment was shaking, and the evil spirit-level ghosts in the back began to rush over the low-level weirdness in front.

The weird camp adopted a formation in which the cannon fodder charged first.

On the human camp side, the elites were in the front.

So even the evil spirit-level weirdness did not cause much obstruction to the human charging formation.

Seeing this, the evil spirit-level weirdness in the back also floated into the sky, condensed the resentment in his hands, and began to release energy supply in the direction of the human camp.

"My lord!"

"Times have changed!"

Seeing the resentment attack of the evil spirit, the charging team members ignored it.

Just when the evil spirit's attack was about to fall, a row of hot light balls shining with fire broke through it in an instant behind the human camp.

"Breaking the Way Thirty-one-Red Fire Cannon!"

More than a hundred red fire cannons worked together to disperse the resentment attack of the evil spirit level.

The scattered red fire cannons hit the weird camp, and burned a large number of low-level weirds to death.

With one blow, the momentum of the human camp was raised to a higher level.

With the addition of the ghost attack, the charge of the weird camp was directly curbed.

But in the face of such an attack, even though countless weirds were killed and injured, the weirds still did not retreat at all.

As the cannon fodder in the front was beaten into spirit particles and dissipated in the air, a large number of high-level weirds in the back came up.

Now, it was the human side that began to feel exhausted.

"This is fighting!"

At this time, the death suit on the upper body of Ikkaku had turned into pieces.

Only the pants protected by the mysterious power were intact.

The bare upper body had some scars at this time.

But the pain did not make Ikkaku Madarame retreat, but instead stimulated his fighting spirit.

The Zanpakutō in his hand swept forward, repelling the weird in front of him, and the spiritual pressure on Ikkaku Madarame surged.

"Break open, Kizumaru!"

As the release words of Shikai sounded, the Zanpakutō in Madarame Ikkaku's hand turned into a spear-headed three-section staff.

Madarame Ikkaku's Shikai has two forms.

Depending on the release words, it is a spear and a spear-headed three-section staff.

"The enemy's combat power has increased!"

"If you feel weak, retreat and receive treatment. I will hold the gap!"

After Shikai, Madarame Ikkaku's attack range has been improved.

While waving the spear-headed three-section staff in his hand, he checked the situation of his comrades around him.

"We are fine!"

Hearing Madarame Ikkaku's shout, the comrades around him also shouted loudly.

They all waved their weapons with high fighting spirit.

"Roar!"

And the strength of Madarame Ikkaku obviously attracted the attention of the weird camp.

A ghost-level weird roared and pounced on Ikkaku.

"Huh?!"

"Did you get noticed so quickly?"

"But..."

"You're not good enough!"

Looking at the red eyes and the resentment all over his body like a real ghost attacking him, Madarame

Ikkaku took the initiative to meet him.

The three-section staff with the spear tip hit the evil spirit in succession, and actually killed it instantly.

"Human."

"Die."

Just when Ikkaku Madarame killed the evil spirit, a dead and hoarse voice sounded behind him.

A shrunken and distorted face of the Qing-level big weird directly grabbed the shrunken palm towards Ikkaku Madarame.

"This is a decent opponent."

The three-section staff swung, and the spear tip forced the shrunken palm back.

Ikkaku Madarame took a step forward, and he was not a passive defensive character.

What about the Qing-level weird?

Bang!

The two sides collided, but Ikkaku Madarame flew backwards.

"Ahem!"

"I didn't expect that there was such power."

After two dry coughs, Ikkaku Madarame looked up at the Qing-level weird in the sky.

"In that case..."

Wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, Madarame Ikkaku poses.

"Bankai!"

"Dragon Pattern Kitomaru!"

The spiritual pressure gushed out of his body, and in an instant, a vacuum zone formed around Madarame Ikkaku.

The spiritual pressure dissipated, and at this time, Madarame Ikkaku was carrying a huge axe-shaped blade with a dragon pattern on his back, and his hands each held two super-large blades connected by a huge thick iron chain.

"Vice Captain of the Zaraki Team - Madarame Ikkaku."

"Remember my name."

"Come!"

"Keep fighting!"

After reporting his name, Madarame Ikkaku took a stance, his mouth slightly grinned, and in an instant he fought with the Ao-level weird again.

Bang!

Ka!

Boom!

Although Madarame Ikkaku has now performed Bankai, the Ao-level weird in front of him is not an ordinary one.

Although his body was shriveled, his punches and kicks were terrifyingly powerful.

However, Ikkaku Madarame showed an expression of enjoyment on his face.

That's it.

It was such a collision of power.

This was the battle he wanted to enjoy.

"You are very, strange."

Looking at Ikkaku Madarame, who was getting more and more crazy in the battle, his shriveled, weird and chaotic eyes flickered a few times.

The power and destructive power of the two sharp blades were getting stronger and stronger.

The attacks that could be parried before could now break its defense.

Ikkaku Madarame also had many scars on his body, but his momentum not only did not weaken at all, but became more violent and powerful.

The most obvious thing was the dragon-shaped pattern on the huge axe blade.

The scarlet light became hotter and hotter.

"Heh~"

"Don't be afraid!"

"Next, please remember the name Ikkaku Madarame."

"This is the person who killed you..."

"My name!"