"So many Arrancar Menos Grande?"
"You've gotta be kidding…"
"Didn't you say they were all already killed by the Shinigami?"
Driscoll stared at the crowd of Arrancar in shock, his heart pounding as a powerful sense of dread rose in him.
He trusted his own strength, but the Menos on the other side weren't weak either—and there were more of them than his side. And if you also counted the ability of upper-class Menos to summon lower-class Menos…
Then even though they were only facing a few Arrancar right now, it could turn into an endless tide of Menos at any moment.
"Nnoitra, what did you mean by what you just said?!"
Nel glared at Nnoitra coldly.
Even though Cole hadn't killed this guy back then, because of that sneak attack he pulled on her, she'd always been unhappy with Nnoitra.
Nnoitra laughed wildly, swinging his six crescent scythes with total disregard as he said:
"I'm saying you're useless! It's only two Quincy, and you got pushed into this sorry state. If we hadn't come over, would you have gotten killed by them?"
Nel snorted, then suddenly opened her mouth and fired a purple Cero (Hollow Flash).
Nnoitra laughed, cleaving the oncoming purple Cero (Hollow Flash) apart with a single slash. He looked at Nel with eager eyes and said:
"Nelliel… wanna fight me again?"
Nel refused to back down.
Right when a huge enemy was right in front of them, these two were seriously about to start throwing hands again.
The Menos side didn't seem to mind.
But the Quincy side couldn't take it anymore.
Driscoll's eyes flared with rage. With a roar, he charged forward and bellowed:
"Kōkō Genrei Rikyū (Gleaming Gold Spirit Palace)!!!"
Golden lightning exploded violently, savage arcs of thunder rampaging out and swallowing several Arrancar Menos on the spot.
Nel and Nnoitra both turned their eyes over at the same time, coldly saying:
"Looking for death!"
But right then, Quilge finally spoke. He said calmly:
"Looks like I underestimated you beasts. A bunch of beasts… and you even know how to cooperate as a team?"
As he spoke, the reishi throughout Las Noches was completely seized as his property, gathering onto his body and gradually forming blue wings and arms.
He had also entered Complete Holy Form.
And at the same time, he pushed his "Reishi Shūsoku (Spirit-Particle Focusing)" to the limit, reaching the realm of "Zettai Reizoku (Absolute Subjugation)."
Reishi surged into him like a flood, pouring into his body and wings.
The pressure bursting off him was far beyond Driscoll's—more than ten times stronger.
Driscoll glanced at the golden lightning that had been completely blocked, then looked at Quilge again, his expression turning ugly.
"As expected of you, Quilge…"
In terms of raw strength, he was the weakest among the Sternritter.
But after he slaughtered enough weaklings, his strength would rapidly climb in a short time—he could even surpass Quilge.
Thinking of that only made him more irritated. He glared furiously at the Arrancar Menos across from him.
These damn bastards—every single one of them was strong. There wasn't a single opponent he could kill easily.
The Arrancar Menos also felt how terrifying Quilge was, their eyes growing more solemn.
Tier, still wearing a maid outfit and looking icy and dignified, drew her zanpakuto and spoke flatly:
"Conquer, Tiburon (Empress Shark)!"
The instant the words fell, she didn't morph like other Arrancar did, but her outfit changed completely.
The maid outfit vanished, replaced by white material forming a bra and an ultra-short skirt.
A large expanse of wheat-colored skin was exposed, and her expression became even colder—aloof and merciless, like a queen looking down from above, like an ancient Roman war goddess.
She swung a massive white, shark-gill-patterned greatsword with her right hand. In an instant, violent water formed slashing straight at Quilge.
Water was the softest thing in the world, yet in that moment it erupted with astonishing sharpness.
But facing that terrifying strike, Quilge's expression stayed calm. He casually swung the longsword in his hand.
"Ah!"
The sky-filling torrent was split apart with one slash.
Tier could no longer stay composed. She stared at Quilge gravely and said in a low voice:
"This guy is strong. Stronger than me. I can't handle him alone. One of you, come help."
From that single exchange, she could tell what kind of gap this was.
It wasn't about abilities—at the root, he was simply stronger. It was an absolute difference in spiritual pressure, something that was hard to make up for with tricks.
At that moment, one of the weaker Arrancar Menos suddenly cried out in panic:
"Wait—what's happening to my body?!"
Loly stared at her "hands" in disbelief. On those pure-white centipede-like legs, white reishi was drifting away.
It was like her body was being dismantled by some unknown force.
The Arrancar Menos all narrowed their eyes, following the white reishi peeling off their bodies… all the way to Quilge.
This guy could not only absorb the reishi of the world—he could even absorb the reishi inside living beings.
Terrifying to an extreme.
Because that meant he could fight the owner of spiritual power for their spiritual power—he could even absorb them until nothing was left.
After all, Shinigami and Arrancar Menos alike…
Their bodies were made of reishi.
And this guy could dismantle them at the source.
If you were lucky, you might be left as a soul.
If you were unlucky… even your soul could be absorbed and destroyed.
Grimmjow snorted coldly and said:
"What a disgusting ability. Slaughtering weaklings who can't compare to you?"
As he spoke, he looked at the weaker Arrancar Menos around him and said bluntly:
"All of you, get out. This isn't a battlefield you trash can participate in anymore. Don't get in our way."
The weaker Arrancar Menos didn't get angry—if anything, they looked relieved as they withdrew.
They all knew that in a fight between top-tier monsters, the aftershock alone could erase them.
"Nelliel!"
Tier shouted, then charged at Quilge without hesitation, swinging her shark-patterned greatsword as she roared:
"Sansō Mugisō (Trident Mist Halberd)!!!"
Violent water converged into the shape of a gigantic blade, like a waterfall dropped from the heavens, chopping down in a sudden, brutal cut.
Nel didn't hesitate either. She hurled the lance in her hand:
"Midori no Shasō (Emerald Throwing Spear)!!!"
Facing the two of them rushing in with murderous momentum, Quilge merely raised his blade and said calmly:
"Kangoku (Prison)."
Holy Script: Prison—activated.
From the tip of his sword, massive blue torrents burst out in long strips, like prison bars, forming a barrier in front of the attacks.
The next second
Their attacks slammed into the blue prison bars.
A terrifying shockwave exploded outward, but what made Tier and Nel's eyes widen in disbelief was this:
Their combined strike… didn't break that "prison" defense at all.
And that blue prison was still expanding. In just a few seconds, it expanded thousands of times over
swallowing Tier and Nel inside.
Seeing this, Quilge's face twisted into a cruel smile.
"Beasts… I'll deal with you two first!"
His Holy Script: Prison possessed nearly horrifying defensive power. Once you were shut inside, escaping was extremely difficult.
If he used this chance to kill these two female Arrancar first, the rest would be nothing.
As for whether Driscoll would die?
Who cared?
Coincidentally, Grimmjow and Nnoitra thought the same thing.
Both of them looked at Driscoll with hostile eyes.
"Nnoitra, don't you dare steal him from me!"
Grimmjow roared, leaning forward like a blue panther, charging at Driscoll at extreme speed.
"Grimmjow, that's my line, get lost!"
Nnoitra roared back, charging just as fiercely.
Like they were competing, both of them wanted to kill this powerful Quincy with their own hands, to prove they were stronger than the other.
As the target being stared down, Driscoll nearly exploded with rage.
He glared at them and bellowed:
"You two!!! Don't look down on me!!! Just two beasts—how could you possibly be my match?!"
He gripped his star-shaped cross weapon tight, roaring as he rushed at Grimmjow and Nnoitra.
The battle erupted instantly.
Savage golden lightning howled. The blue "panther king" claws flashed. Six gigantic crescent scythes tore the air.
The center of the battlefield turned into the end of the world.
Violent impacts and deafening booms detonated one after another.
At that moment, whether they were Quincy soldiers or ordinary Arrancar Menos, all they could do was stare in shock at the center of the fight
none of them had the strength to interfere.
In the middle of it, Driscoll was practically being carved into ribbons, blood spraying wildly and dyeing the ground red.
If Grimmjow and Nnoitra hadn't been constantly tripping each other up, Driscoll might've already been killed.
Grimmjow slashed a claw toward Nnoitra and sneered at Driscoll:
"Looks like you can't use a Shinigami's Bankai at all. I've seen real Bankai —none of them are as slow and clumsy as you."
Bankai was a Shinigami's highest mystery, a power fused with the Shinigami themselves.
But what this guy was using looked more like he was treating Bankai like a sword—swinging it around with no rhythm, no refinement.
Nnoitra blocked Grimmjow's claws and sneered:
"Like a baby waving a zanpakuto. Your Bankai is a joke. Don't embarrass yourself trying to imitate Shinigami."
As someone who'd once fought Shinigami in a true war, he had genuine respect for real Bankai.
Driscoll's face turned purple.
He wasn't about to take that kind of mockery from a Hollow.
His furious eyes swept around, and then he looked toward the distant Menos.
Those Hollows weren't Adjuchas or Vasto Lorde—just Gillian summoned by the Arrancar Menos as backup.
Driscoll's eyes lit up instantly.
He drove the golden lightning skyward, bringing it down on the Gillian.
"Hm?"
"Hm?"
Grimmjow and Nnoitra froze.
They couldn't understand why this Quincy would attack the Gillian at a time like this.
Those Gillian didn't have the ability to join this fight at all.
But instinctively, both of them felt—
something was wrong.
Before they could stop it, the lightning had already struck the Gillian.
The brutal thunder instantly shattered them.
At the same time, Driscoll laughed wildly, spreading his arms with fanatic delight as he threw his head back and roared:
"You beasts—your time to die is here!"
Holy Script: Mass Slaughter—activated.
All the Gillian he'd killed were converted into power that belonged to him.
Strength, speed, spiritual pressure rose rapidly in that instant.
Grimmjow and Nnoitra's expressions changed drastically. They clearly hadn't expected this Quincy to power up again.
But very quickly, both of them became excited.
That's more like it.
Only an enemy like this was worth killing.
It was just that the guy next to him was annoying—he wanted to kill Driscoll alone.
Driscoll laughed as he dismissed his Bankai state, then shifted into Complete Holy Form, looking arrogantly over the Menos present.
"You beasts, it's not too late to surrender now. Otherwise, all of you will be converted into this great man's power…"
Before he could finish, Driscoll lifted his head in surprise.
Because a shadow fell over him.
It was as if the sky had suddenly grown dim.
But how was that possible?
Hueco Mundo was a land of eternal night—there was always a moon hanging in the sky.
That had never changed since the world was created.
The more he looked, the more Driscoll's pupils shrank to the extreme.
Terror exploded across his face as he screamed:
"No way!!!"
Boom!!!
Along with an ear-splitting, world-shaking blast
a gigantic foot, dozens of meters tall, like a mountain, like the leg of a massive dinosaur, stomped down from the heavens.
The ground of Las Noches collapsed instantly.
Violent dust surged outward like a sandstorm.
A figure like an ancient dinosaur, his body boiling with scorching magma—Yammy lowered his head, looked at Grimmjow below, and asked excitedly:
"Yo, Grimmjow are there enemies here?"
(End of Chapter)
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