"let's start......"
The leader, Wilbur, was wearing a suit and leather shoes, holding a gold-encrusted cane in both hands, smiling as a gentleman as always: "There is only one last step left before the ascension ceremony is completed."
"Swallow...Michael."
Lord's eyes were lowered, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was an unknown look in his eyes, and he spoke out his appeal before Wilbur.
"Yes, that's it."
All Wilbur Whateley raised their heads, their naked greedy gazes gathered, and his mouth gradually expanded to the limit, and then split directly to the base of his ears: "Shall we devour Michael first, or will you kill them all first?" What about us?"
Zheng——
The pitch-black Zanpakutō pointed diagonally at the ground, and Lord slowly raised his head. The surging spiritual pressure was like a tidal wave, impacting the surrounding void one after another, causing ripples visible to the naked eye, which swayed endlessly. All the wild waves.
Click...
The ground, which had already suffered the impact, was groaning under the weight. The signs of cracking continued to radiate to the surroundings. The violently rising spiritual pressure was comparable to the flames. The friction burned the remaining oxygen in the atmosphere, making the surrounding space appear... The blurry and distorted appearance seemed to be a strange sight that was set on fire.
"No matter how many times I feel it, it's still so shocking." Wilbur stared at the burning area and couldn't help but sigh: "Obviously we are humans like us, but we have power comparable to high-level angels. I I really envy you."
"Have you finished your last words?"
Lord held the pitch-black hilt and took half a step forward. The terrifying aura around him that was enough to make the sky crack and the earth tremble and collapse suddenly came down like a mountain and a tsunami.
"There's one last sentence left."
Wilbur calmly tidied up his messy clothes, then placed his right hand on his abdomen, bent his upper body slightly forward, and performed a fairly standard aristocratic etiquette:
"In total, this should be the third time we have met. As a gentleman, it would be a bit rude for me to not ask my husband's name yet."
“Although we are each other’s enemies, fighting without knowing each other’s names would undoubtedly be an insult to this great ceremony, and even more so to the Whateley family.
So please allow me, Viscount Wilbur Whateley, to express to you the highest respect of the Whateley family. Can you tell me your name? "
"My name...Yhwach!"
Lord sneered in his heart, and then said his vest expressionlessly: "Keep this name in your heart, because I will take away everything from you, whether it is life...or hope!"
It's not that he doesn't want to reveal his real name, or that he doesn't have the dignity of a warrior, but for a being like Wilbur Whateley, who is proficient in many dark magics and has the shadow of an unknown evil god behind him, it is extremely dangerous to reveal his real name at will!
In the power system of the Shinigami, the 'name' is a very important factor, and its meaning is somewhat similar to the spirit of words. Therefore, usually by calling the true name of the Zanpakutō, the Shinigami can release powerful power. This is reflected throughout the entire article. All are reflected.
Once the real name is mastered by an evil being like Wilbur, it is likely to cause unnecessary trouble, or even be targeted by the evil god behind it later. This is not impossible.
Therefore, Lord believes that compared with his own life, the so-called dignity of a warrior... must be thrown away when it is necessary, and he has never had it anyway.
"Youhabach? I remember your name." Wilbur tapped his cane, nodded and chuckled: "When I succeed in devouring Michael and becoming a god, I will make you into an exquisite doll. Collect it and allow you to retain your sense of self.”
Whimsical...
Lord's lips raised a touch of sarcasm, as if he was mocking Wilbur's fantasy. He raised his hand, and the spiritual pressure gathered on the blade, and he slashed directly at Wilbur on the other side.
Zheng——
As the blade rubbed against the scabbard, sparks flew out when it was unsheathed, and the clear sound of the knife echoed like a dragon's roar, echoing over the ruins.
The spiritual pressure wrapped around the blade was suddenly amplified several times in an instant, like a waning moon shining with a cold light, cutting through the boundless night, and slowly setting in a descending manner.
Eight Thousand Styles·Kendo·Last Quarter Moon!
Lord kept the action of drawing the sword, and there was a ripple in his eyes, reflecting the sad and beautiful waning moon, but there was an indescribable coldness.
next moment.
The beautiful sword light, which was shaped like a waning moon, contained a cold murderous intent. It passed over the crowd on the other side like wheat, splashing bright red flowers.
Rivers of blood flowed and heads rolled down.
Tens of thousands of Wilbur Whateley's bodies froze, and then their heads rolled to the ground one after another. The cross section of the neck was as smooth as a mirror. The heads stared with unbelievable eyes, silently looking at Lord on the other side. .
"Yes, your sword skills are much sharper than when we last met." The only remaining man in the suit, Wilbur, smiled and clapped his hands and said, "It's a pity that it's useless to me. "
After the words fell, Wilbur stood up again, took his fallen head, and pressed it on his neck again. The injury healed in the blink of an eye.
"I forgot to remind you..."
Tens of thousands of Wilburs looked at Lord, and they all showed weird smiles: "The Wilbur you killed was actually just a defective product. Every one of me who appears in front of you now is better than me." He wants a better individual!”
"That is to say..."
"We have inherited His abilities, and based on this, we have further optimized them to the point of perfection, and have even touched... the taboo areas that only gods can touch!"
One after another, thick and greasy plasma slowly dripped along the Wilbur bodies and onto the surrounding ruins, gradually converging into a scarlet river, corroding and extracting the remaining life from the earth.
The rivers formed by the blood of tens of thousands of people spread in every corner of the ruins and cities. The earth gradually became dry and cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even the plants began to wither and wither, emitting a strong rotten smell. The stench turned into scarlet smoke and filled the atmosphere.
A huge bright red formation suddenly emerged from the surface of the entire city. Numerous complex and huge mantras were engraved in it. Scarlet light rose into the sky and turned into a huge dome covering the area.
"hiss--"
Lord just glanced at the formation and felt dizzy and painful, as if a steel needle had been inserted and stirred. There was also a faint, evil whisper in his ears, as if he was telling something.
As the faint scarlet smoke drifted away and gradually filled the entire formation, Lord could clearly feel that the life energy in his body was slowly and irreversibly passing away.
"No...no!"
At this moment, Michael looked at those incantations, and a look of panic suddenly appeared on his beautiful face, and he lost his voice: "The meaning of these incantations is not a ceremony to ascend to the gods at all, but... A summoning ritual!”
"Summoning...ritual?!"
Lord looked horrified for a moment, and a terrible thought quietly emerged from his mind.
