infinite death song

"You have your way of life, and I have mine. When ideas conflict, it's enough to follow your own path. Killing is not my wish."

"What a mess, I only know that on both sides of the battle, one person must die."

Neutra regained his weapon and was about to attack again.

Nelliel just sighed, and did not have any irrational communication with Neutra.

But this attitude angered Neutra even more.

It's just that after he attacked again, what he received was a more powerful slash, and a powerful spiritual pressure erupted, forcing his body to reach its limit, and blood spit out from his mouth.

Before he lost consciousness, what he saw was Nelliel's gaze of compassion and pity.

The bastard woman!With such hatred and self-pity, Neutra lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Three days later—

Neutra left the True White Night Palace, and he can be regarded as a 'renegade', wandering alone in the virtual circle.

He hated the atmosphere of the True White Night Palace and the order here.

He is eager to fight, he is eager to kill, not to stay here boringly.

What, Xu and Pomian should kill each other and kill each other, instead of living happily together.

He hates Nellielu's self-righteous compassion and pity even more, and he is simply a heterogeneous 'monster' in the universe.

If the so-called Pomian regained such a self-willed and depraved rationality, he even felt ashamed as a member of "Pomian".

He didn't even realize that his fighting belief was just wishful thinking to force others to join his fighting game.

So, in the following days, he fought alone in the virtual circle, killing in the battle, fighting in the killing, while giving others despair, he also personally experienced the pain brought by this despair.

The more so, the more trapped in it and unable to extricate himself.

At the same time, he hopelessly continued to execute, spreading his despair brought about by fighting in the virtual circle.

One day, after he slaughtered an area concentrated in virtual circles, in the vast white desert, under the bleak moonlight like an elegy——

Wearing white clothes and wearing a white hilt, Pomian walked slowly on the sand in front of him, blocking his way.

Ludben Kirut.

"Who did I think it was, you trash, Ludben. How about it, are you the only one chasing you?"

Neutra sneered wryly.

He laughed at Ludben's strength, and also ridiculed his overreaching, daring to come to him alone.

Even though he was the one who was defeated by Varstod's Pomface, but in the Pomface Group of the True White Night Palace, his strength can be ranked among the top ten powerhouses.

There is an essential difference between the broken surface with the same edge as Luther's.

"Neutra, as a former colleague, I can give you a chance to choose."

"When did a guy like you dare to speak arrogantly in front of me? A chance to choose? Don't laugh so hard, after I tear off your mask, talk to me like this again!"

Neutra waved the huge crescent sickle in his hand, and slashed at Ludben's body.

Luther pulled out the Zanpakutō and easily blocked Neutra's slash, leaving the opponent stunned.

Blocked?

impossible!This was the first thought in Neutra's mind.

"Neutra, times have changed. Ten years have passed since you left the True White Night Palace. During this period, all of us have improved by leaps and bounds."

Luther spoke flatly.

ten years?

After Neutra heard Ludben's words, a trace of bewilderment flashed in his eyes.

ten years?Has it been ten years?During the killing and fighting, he didn't feel the passage of time, he only felt that the battle with Nelliel just happened yesterday.

But Luther told him with his own strength that the era of his 'strong man' had come to an end.

His self-proud strength has long been unsuitable for the new era, and among all the current Pomian groups, he also belongs to the middle and lower levels.

Surpassed by many of his past looks down upon.

Luther is just one of them.

"As the gatekeeper of the zeroth tower, I would like to ask you again, should I take the initiative to go back with me, or go back with your body?"

When he finished speaking, dense white figures appeared around him at some point.

Like a large army pressing down on the territory, the water surrounding this desert is impenetrable.

As the 'creator', Luther has the ability to grow 'subordinates' without limit.

"Shut up! I don't believe in any era, I just need to fight!"

Neutra screamed to refute Ludben's words, the moment he left the White Night Palace——

He understood that what he longed for was to fight and kill, to spread the despair of fighting, not to obtain any mercy and pity.

It's just that there is a certain gap between him and Ludben in strength now. Surrounded by endless soldiers, he doesn't know how many enemies he killed, and he doesn't know how many holes were cut on his body.

As the number of enemies continued to drop sharply, his spiritual pressure gradually weakened.

He wanted to approach Ludben's position, but found that after killing a group of soldiers, more soldiers emerged.

The endless cycle goes on, he knows that Ludben's 'creator' ability is stronger than before.

This uncountable number of soldiers is proof.

He can kill a thousand, 1, but how to kill 100, [-] million?

Only when the speed of killing is faster than Ludben's manufacturing speed can he be qualified to contact him.

Otherwise, you will be surrounded by this white army and feel the pain of powerlessness.

Hate their own weakness.

Obviously eager to fight.

Blood gushed out of the body, and the fallen body let go of the weapon in his hand. Neutra stared blankly at the pale full moon in the night sky, showing a happy smile.

Laughed to tears.

It's really...an enjoyable fight.

Fallen around are countless white soldiers.

It's just that the number of soldiers standing on the sand intact is the same as at the beginning, neither increasing nor decreasing.

The weakness of this battle, Neutra once again tasted the taste of 'failure'.

What a pity, what he longed for was the taste of 'fighting to the death', not the hypocritical theorem of 'failure'.

What he can accept is death, not failure.

This is the ambiguity that combat has.

The end of the battle should not be the fall of one party, but the death of one party.

"You have become stronger, Ludben..."

Neutra's voice was hoarse and weak, and his body fell into a pool of blood.

Luther walked steadily.

"You are wrong, Neutra, I am not strong. I am just a weak face, and because of this, I abide by the 'order' and the 'rules' set by the king. This is how I live Meaning. I am afraid of chaos, and I sincerely hope that the virtual circle can be integrated into the 'order'. No matter who it is, whether it is the enemy of the virtual, as long as it can bestow 'order', I will fight for anyone."

The voice is full of indifference, it can only be said that it has a faint sense of self-deprecation.

"Order... Sure enough, you and Nelliel are equally incomprehensible."

"It's you who make it difficult to understand, Neutra, why do you have to be obsessed with fighting?"

"Because I know nothing but fighting."

"No, what you like is not fighting, but despair. You don't fight to win, but to plunge yourself into despair. In this way of self-mutilation, you die with a smile in the battle. Because when you are empty, you are more powerful than us. These people are more devoted to fighting and fighting than Master Balegon, and in these endless years, you are just a pathetic person who has fallen into despair because of fighting."

"It's hard for you to make such an excuse for me, kill me. I hate your set of 'order'. The so-called 'order' means fighting and killing. This is the instinct of creatures. There are no irreversible laws."

"In that kind of world, there is only despair. No one wants to be killed, and no one wants to be bullied. So I followed Lord Bai Ye, and he gave us a broken order. For this, even if I were to die, I would I will do it without hesitation. If you want to ask why, because I have always been a weak person who has to rely on the rules to survive."

Ludben slowly raised the Zanpakutō.

He felt a little unbearable in his heart, if it wasn't for unavoidable reasons, the current him would not want to stain his knife with the blood of his companions.

At the moment when he lowered the sword, a voice interrupted his movements——

"Wait a minute, I like his unique face, can you show mercy? I need his desperate fighting spirit. Your boss, I will explain it myself."

The speaker was a woman who suddenly appeared at the venue.

An unremarkable figure with glasses and braids, wrapped in jet-black clothes, she stared at Neutra with interest.

Neutra also met the eyes of this woman, feeling more powerless than when facing Nelliel...

No, this is real hopelessness and powerlessness.

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now--

True White Night Palace, a room in the White Garden.

Neutra woke up from the dream.

"Hmm... It's really a special dream. It reminds me of a memory that gave me a headache."

He stretched, and then grasped the weapon logically. He was used to this, and he had already dedicated everything to the battle.

Even now he has taken refuge under the command of the White Garden, but it has not changed his belief in dying in battle.

"Are you awake, Monsieur Neutra?"

Pomen exuding a weak aura all over his body is his subordinate, Dessler Lindkurutz.

He approached cautiously, wanting to walk over in admiration, but stopped there because of fear.

Neutra didn't care about this extremely timid subordinate officer, because he had an interesting dream, and he was in a pretty good mood now, so he didn't catch him and beat him up as violently as usual.

"What happened recently? Is that guy Grimmjow coming to provoke again?"

"No, Lord Qingli has returned from Soul Soul Realm, a few days ago."

"It's already this time? In other words, the next move is to attack the soul world, and we are going to fight those captains, right?"

The corners of Neutra's mouth raised, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

"Yes, Lord Neutra, Lord Qingli just sent someone to send an order to tell Lord Neutra to go to the council room."

"understood."

Neutra said something, and walked out with a weapon.

His subordinate officers still kept up tremblingly, carefully controlling the distance to Neutra.

"Desley."

"Lord Neutra, what are your orders?"

"Catch up if you want to catch up, but then don't show sympathy and mercy to the enemy, otherwise I'll cut you down, remember it carefully."

"Yes! The subordinates must remember it in their hearts!"

Dessler followed Neutra with a strange emotion.

Chapter 95 Aizen Kiyoshi

A corner of Seireitei, a group that exists in the shadows—the Invisible Empire.

At the moment when Qingli and Seireitei learned of the news of the war, this Quincy group that had been hidden for nearly a thousand years put information into operation at a fairly fast speed.

They are monitoring Seireitei's actions in a dark corner. Although due to some reasons, they cannot obtain all the information, but it has been accumulated for thousands of years, especially for the captain of the thirteenth team of Goutei and some troublesome gods of death. It can be said that he knows everything well.

But there are exceptions, who are defined by the Quincy's 'King' as unmeasurable and terrifying figures.

And Qingli was their focus of observation.

One of the super combat powers—the Reiatsu, which is as deep as the deep sea, can be said to be one of the biggest obstacles on the way forward for the Quincies who will lead the world in the future.