"Yammy…"
Grimmjow and Nnoitra stared up at Yammy's mountain-sized body, their mouths twitching uncontrollably.
Then their gaze dropped to the bottom of Yammy's foot, and they said with speechless expressions:
"Yeah, there was an enemy… but it looks like he's about to get stomped to death by you…"
Yammy blinked, then finally lifted his foot like he'd just realized something, staring down in surprise.
"There really is someone there."
That figure seemed to be wearing a white robe, sprawled on the ground in a spread-eagle pose, his joints twisted at ugly angles.
The reason it was only "seemed" was because under Yammy's magma-hot foot, Driscoll's clothes and hair had been burned pitch-black.
Even his skin was split and charred, flesh torn open, so badly mangled you could barely tell he was a person.
He looked more like a rotting mummy.
But thanks to Blut Vene and Blut Arterie, the Quincy of the Wandenreich were all absurdly tough.
Even after being burned into that state, Driscoll still gritted his teeth and forced himself upright, glaring at Yammy with hatred.
"You damn bastard…"
As he spoke, blue reishi boiled up across his body again. Wings unfurled, and he instantly returned to his peak state.
Only the burned flesh couldn't recover, making him look even more grotesque and terrifying.
Grimmjow and Nnoitra's eyes lit up immediately. Excited, they shouted at Driscoll:
"Yammy! You're not allowed to interfere! He's my prey. I'm killing him with my own hands!"
"Grimmjow, get lost! You go deal with that guy—this one's mine! I'm gonna carve him into pieces!"
Against an enemy this strong, neither of them was willing to give up the chance to claim him as a trophy.
But while they were still arguing, Driscoll shot them a venomous look… then turned and bolted.
He was going to slaughter the trash Hollows and Gillian in bulk, push his strength to the limit
and then come back and settle accounts with these beasts.
But at that moment, he suddenly noticed the sky dim again, and a sharp sulfur stink seeped into the air.
He looked up.
and saw a magma-made giant hand blotting out the sky as it smashed down, leaving him no space to dodge.
"No!!!"
Driscoll's pupils shrank to pinpoints as he let out a heart-rending scream.
Boom!!!
With a thunderous impact, the magma hand grabbed him, then flung him straight into Yammy's gaping jaws.
Yammy snapped his mouth shut. Those thick, interlocking dinosaur teeth bit down. He chewed a few times…
and Driscoll's voice vanished instantly.
Grimmjow and Nnoitra could no longer feel Driscoll's spirit thread.
It was as if he'd disappeared from the world entirely.
Their faces darkened immediately. Still in Resurrección, they glared up at the colossal Yammy in fury.
"Yammy, you bastard—why'd you have to come crash the party?! And you went straight into Triple Resurrection?!"
"Believe it or not, I'll cut you down!"
Yammy opened his mouth, looking just as aggrieved.
"Idiot! This king doesn't want to go back to planting trees! A chance this good—I obviously had to show Master Cole what I can do!"
Cole hadn't killed him before, sure…
but Cole also hadn't let him off.
Not only did he dump the job of rebuilding Las Noches and constructing Hueco Mundo on him.
he even made him plant trees all over Hueco Mundo.
The problem was, this dump didn't even have water. What kind of magical plants were supposed to grow here?!
That forced a rough, savage Espada Menos like him to spend every day researching plant habits.
He was practically becoming an agriculture scholar.
He felt like if this kept going, even if he didn't go insane, he'd be half-dead.
So when he sensed the fighting over at Las Noches, he rushed over at top speed.
Now that he'd earned such a huge merit…
Master Cole shouldn't make him keep planting trees, right?
Yammy's heart was full of hope.
Grimmjow and Nnoitra were furious, but there was nothing they could really do about Yammy.
Because strictly speaking, with Cole absent from Las Noches, the strongest one here was Yammy.
After all, Aizen's half-finished Hōgyoku had modified him, giving him power comparable to Ulquiorra's Triple Resurrection.
That strength was terrifying enough to split mountains and shatter continents.
Even his Hierro (Steel Skin) was absurd—enough to hard-tank Grimmjow's Desgarrón (Panther King Claw).
And it made them wonder too—
why, even now, couldn't they achieve a Second Resurrection?
Did they really need Aizen's technology?
But Ulquiorra hadn't needed technology at all—he'd reached Second Resurrection by his own power.
Did that mean they were that much worse than Ulquiorra?
They refused to accept that.
While they were still brooding, Yammy looked toward Quilge's prison and his eyes lit up.
"This looks like another enemy too, yeah?"
As he spoke, he stretched out a hand as huge as a mountain and grabbed straight for the enormous blue prison.
With a rumbling crash, the blue prison let out a strained groan—cracks spread, the bars shattered, and it exploded apart.
The scene inside was revealed again.
Everyone's gaze tightened.
Nel and Tier were both covered in wounds now, their skin crisscrossed with bloody cuts.
Some were from Heilig Pfeil (Sacred Extinguishing Arrows).
Some were from slashes of blue blades.
Both of them were breathing hard, sweat beading on their foreheads—clearly at the edge of collapse.
At that moment, even Nnoitra—who despised women the most—couldn't say anything.
He stared at Quilge with a grave expression.
"This guy is that strong…?"
He might look down on women, but he knew his own level.
He could fight either Nel or Tier to a draw.
But if those two teamed up, they'd probably beat him until he couldn't stand.
Yet they were both injured this badly.
That meant if he went in… it would only be worse.
In Complete Holy Form, looking down from above with cold indifference, Quilge swept his eyes over them. Not seeing Driscoll anywhere, he snorted.
"I knew that trash was useless. Even after obtaining a Shinigami's Bankai, he was still trash."
A Holy Script that only worked by stacking slaughter…
Even if you pushed it to the limit, so what?
On a real battlefield, how many chances do you get to "stack values"?
Then Quilge looked at Yammy, a trace of heaviness appearing in his eyes.
"But I really didn't expect this… Hueco Mundo doesn't just have those Arrancar Menos—there's even a monster like you."
He was the commander of the Hueco Mundo hunting force.
And he could clearly feel it—this mountain-sized creature, shaped like a magma dinosaur, was also a Menos.
But its spiritual pressure was so strong…
even he felt pressured.
"Hahahaha! This king is Yammy Llargo! Enemy—get ready!"
Yammy laughed with fanatic excitement, thrusting his enormous hand forward and grabbing at Quilge.
After gaining Triple Resurrection, the only people who could make him fear were Cole and Aizen.
This enemy was strong, sure…
but to him, it was still just that.
Facing the magma hand reaching toward him, Quilge's eyes flashed with resolve. He clenched both fists and roared:
"I'm a member of the Wandenreich's Sternritter! How could I die in the hands of you beasts?!"
As he spoke, he recklessly absorbed the reishi of heaven and earth, while activating the Quincy clan's final ability
Letz Stil (Dispersing Spirit)!
As his spiritual pressure surged upward, he also crazily boosted the strength of his reishi subjugation.
With that double enhancement, he held a spirit bow in his left hand, drew and loosed again and again, firing countless Heilig Pfeil (Sacred Extinguishing Arrows).
For a moment
arrows rained like a torrent.
The entire sky was painted blue, turning almost green from sheer density.
Exploding blue arrows detonated across Yammy's massive hand.
Because of their strength and overwhelming numbers, Yammy's gigantic hand was actually forced to a stop for a moment
and cracks even spread across the magma-stone-like palm, spilling molten lava.
Grimmjow was stunned. While dodging falling lava, he said:
"No way… this guy's a monster? He can actually stop Yammy's attack?"
That was Triple Resurrection—something that had caused Cole plenty of trouble before.
It was practically the pinnacle of the Menos race.
Yammy's eyes burned with anger. He simply opened his fanged mouth, lowered his head, and gathered violent spiritual pressure inside.
With a roar
a Cero (Hollow Flash) like divine punishment blasted out.
The beam carried world-destroying power that made your scalp go numb.
The attack power was terrifying, but its speed wasn't fast.
Quilge dodged, and it didn't hit him.
Instead, Las Noches was carved open by that blast, leaving a massive trench.
Dust exploded into the air.
Huge stretches of white sand melted into glass.
Seeing that, Quilge's eyes lit up. Without hesitation, he used that opening and fled toward the outside of the Menos encirclement.
He wasn't trying to run.
As the Sternritter member with the most "soldier" temperament, he wouldn't allow himself to flee.
He only wanted to report what happened in Hueco Mundo to Yhwach and Cole—so they wouldn't underestimate Hueco Mundo.
If Hueco Mundo and Soul Society joined hands, even the Wandenreich would suffer badly.
But after only a few steps, Quilge stopped.
Because directly ahead—
a lazy middle-aged man was there.
He was leaning against a quartz-like plant. With a helpless look, he stood up, scratching his head.
"Seriously… so it comes down to me having to act in the end? I thought they'd be enough on their own… but it still didn't work…"
Beside him, an Arrancar girl kicked him unhappily and snapped viciously:
"Idiot Stark! Hurry up and move! If he escapes and Master Cole gets unhappy, I absolutely won't forgive you!"
The middle-aged man looked at her helplessly.
"Lilynette… since when did you get so close with Master Cole?"
This was the subordinate officer split from his own soul—yet she was acting like she was besties with an outsider.
He wasn't jealous…
but it still felt weird.
Like his daughter had been stolen.
Lilynette blushed and said:
"What do you mean by that?! You think just because Master Cole gave me konpeitō, I'd like him?!"
Stark gave her dead fish eyes and replied:
"You said everything out loud, you know."
The newcomers were Coyote Starrk and his subordinate, Lilynette Gingerbuck.
After they bickered a bit, Lilynette turned into a pair of antique double pistols, which Stark held in his hands. She said fiercely:
"Stark, kill this bastard."
Stark sighed, aimed the twin guns at Quilge, and said apologetically:
"Quincy kid… sorry, but since my subordinate said so… could you die here?"
Then Stark's eyes sharpened, serious now.
"Because… I really like the current Las Noches."
(End of Chapter)
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