A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Chapter 468 Wrong Ascension Ceremony

"let's start......"

Wilbur, who was the leader, was wearing a suit and leather shoes, leaning on a golden cane with both hands, showing a gentleman's smile as always: "It is only the last step before the completion of the ascension ceremony."

"Swallow...Michael."

Lord's eyelids drooped, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and an unknown expression flickered in his eyes, before Wilbur spoke out its appeal.

"Yes, that's it."

All Wilbur Whateley looked up, naked and greedy eyes gathered, his mouth gradually expanded to the limit, and then directly split and extended to the root of the ear: "Should we devour Michael first, or should you kill him first?" What about us?"

Zheng——

The pitch-black Zanpakutana pointed at the ground obliquely, and Lord slowly raised his head. The surging Reiatsu was like a tide, and wave after wave hit the surrounding void, causing ripples visible to the naked eye, and endless waves. All the turmoil.

click...

The ground that had already been hit by the impact was even more overwhelmed at this moment, and the signs of cracking continued to radiate to the surroundings. The violently rising spiritual pressure was comparable to flames, and the friction burned the only remaining oxygen in the atmosphere, causing the surrounding space to appear. The fuzzy and distorted appearance is like a strange scene that has been ignited.

"No matter how many times I feel it, it's still so shocking." Wilbur stared at the burning area, and couldn't help expressing emotion: "It's obvious that we are human beings like us, but they have the power comparable to high-level angels. I really envy you."

"The last words, are you finished?"

Holding the black handle of the knife, Lord took half a step forward, and the terrifying aura around him, which was enough to crack the sky and make the earth tremble and collapse, suddenly crushed down like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

"There is one last sentence left."

Unhurriedly, Wilbur tidied up the messy skirts, then put his right hand on his abdomen, bent his upper body slightly forward, and performed a fairly standard aristocratic etiquette:

"According to this, this should be the third time we have met. As a gentleman, I haven't asked Mr.'s name, which is a bit too rude."

"Although we are enemies to each other, if we don't know each other's name, it is undoubtedly an insult to this great ceremony, and it is an insult to the Whateley family.

So allow me, Viscount Wilbur Whateley, to pay you the highest respects of House Whateley, and may you give me your name? "

"My name...Yuhabach!"

Lord sneered in his heart, and put on his vest expressionlessly: "Keep this name in your heart, because I will take 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 that an existence like Wilbur Whateley 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 Shinigami's power system, 'name' is a very important factor, its meaning is a bit similar to the word spirit, so usually calling Zanpakuto's real name, Shinigami can liberate powerful power, which is mentioned throughout the article All are reflected.

Once the real name is grasped by an evil being like Wilbur, it is likely to cause unnecessary trouble, and even be targeted by the evil god behind it. This is not impossible.

So Lord thinks that compared with his own life, the so-called dignity of a soldier...you have to throw it away as you should, and it's never happened anyway.

"Yuhabach? I remember your name." Wilbur tapped his cane lightly, nodded his head and said with a light smile, "When I succeed in devouring Michael, I will make you into a beautiful puppet." Storing away, and allowing you to retain a sense of self."

whimsical...

The corners of Lord's lips raised a hint of sarcasm, as if mocking Wilbur's wishful thinking, he raised his hand to gather the surging spiritual pressure on the blade, and slashed directly at Wilbur on the opposite bank.

Zheng——

As the blade rubbed against the scabbard, sparks splashed when it was unsheathed, and the clear cry of the knife echoed over the ruins like a dragon's chant.

The spiritual pressure entangled on the blade was suddenly magnified several times, like a waning moon shining with cold and gloomy light, piercing through the endless night and falling slowly in a descending manner.

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Lord maintained the movement of the knife, and there was a ripple in the bottom of his eyes, reflecting the sad and beautiful waning moon, but there was an indescribable chill.

next moment.

The beautiful knife light shaped like a waning moon, hidden in it was a burst of murderous intent, passing by the crowd on the other side like harvesting wheat, splashing bright red flowers one after another.

Blood flowed like a river, and heads rolled down.

Tens of thousands of Wilbur Whateley's bodies froze, and then their heads rolled to the ground. The cut surface of the neck was as smooth as a mirror, and their heads stared at pairs of unbelievable eyes, silently looking at Lord on the other side. .

"That's right, your knife skills have become much sharper than when we met last time." Wilbur, the only remaining man in a suit, smiled and clapped his hands, saying, "Unfortunately, it's useless to me. "

After the words fell, Wilbur stood up again, took his fallen head, and pressed it on his neck again, and the injury was healed in the blink of an eye.

"Forgot to remind you..."

Tens of thousands of Wilburs looked at Lord, and all showed strange smiles: "The Wilbur who was killed by you is 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 on this basis, we have further optimized them to the point of perfection, and have even touched... the taboo domain that only gods can touch!"

One after another, sticky and greasy plasma, along the bodies of those Wilburs, slowly dripped on the surrounding ruins, gradually converging into a scarlet river, corroding and sucking out the remaining life in the earth.

The river formed by the blood of tens of thousands of people spread across the ruins and every corner of the city. The ground gradually became dry and cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even the plants began to wither and wither, emitting a strong rotting smell. The stench, turning into scarlet smoke, filled the atmosphere.

A huge bright red formation suddenly emerged from the surface of the entire city, with countless complex and huge spells inscribed in it, scarlet rays of light soared into the sky, turning into a huge dome and covering the area.

"hiss--"

Lord just glanced at the formation, and felt dizzy and dizzy, as if a steel needle was inserted into the agitation, and there was a faint, evil whisper in his ear, 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... not right!"

At this moment, Michael stared at those mantras, and a look of horror suddenly appeared on that beautiful face, and he said in a voiceless voice: "The meaning of these mantras is not an ascension ceremony at all, but... A summoning ceremony!"

"Summon... ritual?!"

Lord's expression frightened instantly, and a terrifying thought quietly emerged from his mind.