Marvel With Zanpakuto

The plague is raging and demons are rampant.

The human world is like 18 levels of purgatory, everywhere it looks is crumbling.

The scream that echoed in the sky, as if it struck the soul directly, was wrapped in a strange and inexplicable gray mist, and instantly covered everything in sight. The shadow of madness loomed in it, greedily devouring every inch of the world.

In the gray mist above all the 'demon', the great God of Chaos laughed wantonly.

Her laughter penetrated the barriers of time and space, like an announcement ringing the doomsday bell, and fell into the ears of those secret, great 'gods' that had never appeared before.

That harsh laughter seemed to tell everyone... that they were back.

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same moment.

In the supreme magic palace, countless magic runes flicker, bursting out with power that transcends stars and rules.

The surging and rich magic power flows freely in the hall.

One after another symbolizes the power of order. Here, the temple is condensed into a physical existence visible to the naked eye, surrounding the three ancient figures. With their every breath, it triggers the phenomenon of shattering the void.

"They are back."

The all-seeing Agamotto held his chin with one hand, and time was like a gentle river, winding around his fingertips and flowing slowly.

Those emerald green eyes, which were like gems, glowed with wisdom and insight into all things. Through the barriers of time and space, they watched the huge changes that occurred somewhere.

"Do you want to take action?"

Hogs, the only one who looked like a lion rather than a human, seemed to have some fluctuations in his tone.

"Wait, there's no time yet." As the oldest old god who created the star world and is omnipotent, Ao Shutu, in the image of a gentle lady, sat on the stone chair in the middle and said lightly and airily: "[The fruit] is not yet ripe, so we cannot act rashly. This is our only chance."

"snort."

Agamotto, who looked like a young man, snorted disdainfully, closed his eyes and said nothing.

Judging from the expression on his eyebrows, it seemed that he felt deeply uncomfortable, disgusted and opposed to Ao Shutu's actions.

Hogs glanced at Agamotto, then nodded, and said lightly: "It's okay, I've been waiting for so long, I don't mind waiting a little longer, I'm just... I'm afraid that someone else will pick the [fruit] .”

"No, Sithorne has no chance."

Ao Shutu smiled softly, but there was a cold light in his eyes: "As for other people, there is no need to worry at all."

"hehe......"

Agamotto sneered again, with disdain and disgust on his lips.

"Don't you think so, my most splendid offspring, Agamotto?"

Ao Shutu turned his head and looked to the left. The child who turned into a teardrop still had a gentle smile on his face: "Or...you saw us in those 'all-seeing' eyes." A failed 'future'?"

"Everything is about the overall situation. I believe you can understand this."

Hearing this, Hogs also turned his attention to the young man and said calmly: "We have been preparing for this moment for countless years. We have been dormant until now. It is also for the sake of all sentient beings. Don't let emotions affect your judgment, Agamotto."

Agamotto said nothing, just stood up and left the Supreme Hall.

"Oshutu, you should know the importance of plans." Hogs's eyes flashed with a fierce light, he gave her a meaningful look and said, "If a tool has a mind of its own, that would be a very serious matter. ah."

"No, Hogs."

Ou Shutu said calmly: "I believe in Agamotto, she is my best and most trustworthy descendant."

"hope so......"

Hogs took a deep look at the woman, sneered and disappeared.

In the end, only Ao Shutu was left in the Supreme Magic Hall, sitting on the stone chair in the middle, staring at the twinkling starry sky outside, with a chilling gloom brewing deep in his eyes.

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The original universe, the deepest part of hell.

A desolate, cracked land exudes a rotten and degenerate atmosphere. The asphalt-colored sky is gloomy, huge dark clouds roll in, and the howling wind carries a scream.

As the most promising king to unify hell, the son of the fallen Morning Star, Lucifer sits on the throne.

He lazily crossed his legs, his dark wings hanging down to the ground, and under his long and narrow eyelashes, a pair of attractive gemstones. He stared at the gloomy sky with surging clouds, holding his cheek with one hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

winter! winter! winter!

The sound of crutches hitting the ground came from not far away.

Lucifer, who was awakened by the sound, lazily raised his eyes and saw an energetic old man wearing a cane, wearing a suit and leather shoes, slowly walking towards him.

"The noble King of Hell, the head of the Seven Deadly Sins, the King of Fall, Mr. Lucifer, good evening."

The old man bowed calmly, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"Huh, Mephisto?" Lucifer recognized the old man in front of him at a glance, it was the cunning and treacherous devil.

The corners of the Fallen King's lips curled up in a sarcastic arc, and he said with a hint of fun: "And it's his true form, so he's quite courageous. Are you planning to declare war on me?"

Among the many demon kings in hell, only Mephisto can compete with him for the throne.

And for so many years, it was Mephisto who had been causing trouble behind the scenes, collaborating with other demon kings, and secretly sabotaging many of his plans, so the relationship between the two was inseparable.

If there was a chance to kill Mephisto, Lucifer would definitely be the first to do it.

But unfortunately, Mephisto never gave him a chance, and always hid in his own hell, and those who went out and walked were all avatars.

And now, this cunning and treacherous devil king actually dares to use his true form to come to his hell?

This actually surprised Lucifer, and he secretly wondered what Mephisto was up to.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood." Mephisto smiled slightly, like a flattering slave: "The reason why I use my true form is not to declare war on you, but... to represent all demon kings. , surrender to you.”

As soon as these words came out, even Lucifer couldn't help but change his face slightly, and his eyes shrank: "You said...what?!"

Mephisto grinned and let go of the crutch in his hand.

Then, in Lucifer's extremely shocked eyes, the demon king, who had existed in hell since the ancient earth era, knelt on the ground like a slave, with his forehead pressed tightly to the ground.

"I, Mephisto, pledge my life to my loyalty to the Fallen King."

As he spoke, as if to prove it, Mephisto raised his hands with his palms facing up, and a deep scarlet crystal like a teardrop, condensed with a fragment of the rules of the power of hell, suddenly appeared on it.

Before Lucifer could recover from the shock, he saw several evil figures appearing.

It was the remaining demon kings of hell, and at this time, they all followed suit, kneeling on the ground like Mephisto, with their foreheads close to the ground and holding the fragments of hell with their hands upward.

"I, Beelzebub, am willing to offer the fragments of hell to make you my king!"

"I, Leviathan, am willing to offer the fragments of hell to make you my king!"

"I, Mammon, am willing to offer the fragments of hell to you as my king!"

"I, Samael, am willing to offer the fragments of hell to make you my king!"

"I, Nigel, am willing to offer the fragments of hell to make you my king!"

"I, Cyttorak, am willing to offer the fragments of hell to make you my king!"

With the seven demon kings calling in unison, seven hell fragments slowly flew out and landed in front of Lucifer.

Looking at the seven hell fragments, the powerful power of rules is entangled with each other, and together with the power of the seven hells, even Lucifer can't help but his heart beats loudly, and his hole shrinks to the size of a needle tip.

These people...are serious!

As long as he is willing, he can now accept the seven fragments and fuse the power of the seven hells.

However, Lucifer was not carried away. He forced himself to calm down, looked directly at the demon kings, and said solemnly: "Tell me a reason, Mephisto, a reason for me to trust you."

There is no free pie in the sky. This principle is also applicable to hell.

In particular, everyone has been fighting for tens of millions of years to compete for the authority of the King of Hell, but now they have given up voluntarily, and even come to worship him as king, which Lucifer can't figure out no matter what.

"Soon, things will change."

Mephisto slowly raised his head and looked at Lucifer meaningfully: "We have no time to fight. Only by choosing the strongest king in the fastest way can we have a chance... .Strive for that glimmer of hope.”

Suddenly, Lucifer seemed to understand what they meant, and said calmly: "In that case, why don't you go find him?"

"What's the point of gambling if you're all going to bet on one side?"

Mephisto smiled half-heartedly, and then under Lucifer's gaze, he said seriously: "The real reason is actually very simple. It's not as complicated as you think. We can't get along, that's all."

"Instead of handing over the power of hell to that person, it would be better to hand it over to you." Cytorak said gloomily: "We have been fighting for so long, so we can be considered old friends in a sense, Lucifer."

Lucifer does not deny this.

"If there is one person who can lead us to fight for that glimmer of hope..."

Mephisto laid his eyes on him and said: "That person is you, the fallen king of angels, the most dazzling star ever - Lucifer Morningstar, the son of darkness!"

“Heaven has the choice of heaven…and hell has the choice of hell!”

"If we don't experience a brilliant, splendid, and dazzling collision like fireworks, how can we give birth to a [King] who has the ability to control heaven and hell at the same time, the two oldest divine realms?!"

"Winning or losing, we just want to see the result of fighting for tens of millions of years!"

"Is she more powerful, or are we more powerful?"

A huge sound echoed in the seven hells, and great power penetrated the realm.

The seven oldest demon kings knelt down and surrendered together, lowered their proud heads, and offered their loyalty and lives to the supreme king, Lucifer, who would soon be in charge of the largest fragment of hell, the only king.

Lucifer looked at the gloomy sky and was silent for a moment. Then he suddenly stood up, waved his hand and took the seven fragments into his palm. A ray of domineering was released in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Follow me, don't regret it."

Mephisto lowered his head respectfully and said solemnly: "Winning or losing, I have no regrets."