"Let us begin."
The head of the group, Wilbur, was dressed in a suit and held a gold-inlaid cane in both hands. He smiled like a gentleman as usual. "We are only one step away from the completion of the godly ascension ceremony."
"Devour. Michael."
Lod lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and his eyes flashed with an unknown look. He spoke his request before Wilbur did.
"That's right, that's it."
All of Wilbur looked up, and his greedy eyes gathered. His mouth gradually expanded to the limit, and then directly split into his ears. "Are we going to devour Michael first, or are you going to kill us first?"
Zheng -
The pitch-black zanpakuto pointed at the ground. Lod slowly raised his head. The surging Spiritual Power was like a tidal wave. Wave after wave crashed into the surrounding hollow, setting off ripples that could be seen with the naked eye and causing endless waves.
Kacha.
The ground that had already suffered the impact was now groaning under the pressure. The signs of cracking continued to radiate outwards. The violently rising Spiritual Power was comparable to flames. The friction burned the remaining oxygen in the atmosphere, causing the surrounding space to appear blurry and distorted. It was as if it had been ignited.
"No matter how many times I feel it, it is still so shocking." Wilbur looked at the burning area and couldn't help but sigh. "You look like a human, but you have the power of a high-level angel. I really envy you."
"Last words? Are you done?"
Lod held the pitch-black handle of sword and took half a step forward. The terrifying aura around him that could cause the sky to crack and the earth to tremble and collapse instantly pressed down like a tsunami.
"There is only one last sentence left."
Wilbur was calm. He tidied up his messy clothes and then placed his right hand on his abdomen. His upper body slightly bent forward and made a standard aristocratic etiquette.
"This should be the third time we have met. As a gentleman, I haven't asked for your name. It is a bit rude."
Although we are enemies, if we don't know each other's names, it is undoubtedly an insult to this great ceremony and an insult to the Wattleys.
So please allow me, Viscount Wilbur, to express the highest respect of the Wattley Family to you. Can you tell me your name?
"My name is... Yhwach!"
Lod sneered in his heart, and then expressionlessly reported his vest, "Remember this name in your heart, because I will take everything from you, whether it is life, or hope!"
It was not that he did not want to reveal his real name, or that he did not have the dignity of a warrior, but an existence like Wilbur. He was proficient in many dark magic and had the shadow of an unknown evil god behind him. It was extremely dangerous to reveal his real name at will!
In death god's power system, the name was a very important factor. Its meaning was a bit similar to the spirit of speech. Therefore, when he usually called out zanpakuto's real name, death god could release a powerful power. This was reflected in every part of the chapter.
Once a wicked existence like Wilbur mastered his real name, it was likely to cause unnecessary trouble. Even if the evil god behind it targeted him later, it was not impossible.
Therefore, Lod believed that compared to his own life, the so-called warrior's dignity had to be thrown away. Anyway, it had not been much.
"Yhwach? I will remember your name." Wilbur tapped his cane and nodded with a smile. "When I successfully devour Michael, I will make you into an exquisite doll to collect and allow you to retain your self-consciousness."
Absurd.
A mocking smile appeared on Lod's lips. He seemed to be mocking Wilbur's wishful thinking. With a wave of his hand, Spiritual Power gathered on sword's blade and slashed at Wilbur on the other side.
Clang
Along with sword's blade rubbing against sword's sheath, a spark splashed out when it was unsheathed. The clear cry of sword was like a dragon's roar, echoing through the ruins.
Spiritual Power, which was wrapped around the tip of sword's blade, was suddenly enlarged several times in an instant. It was like a crescent moon that flickered with a cold light that tore through the boundless night and slowly descended.
Yachiru Style - Crescent Moon!
Lod maintained sword's movements, and a ripple appeared in the bottom of his eyes. Looking at the beautiful crescent moon, there was an indescribable coldness.
The next moment.
The sword which was as beautiful as a crescent moon, was hiding a cold killing intent. She swept through the crowd on the other side like cutting wheat, splashing bright red flowers.
Blood flowed like a river, and human heads rolled down.
Tens of thousands of Wilbur's body stiffened, and then his head fell to the ground one after another. The cut on the end of his neck was as smooth as a mirror. Human heads stared at Lod on the other side in disbelief.
"Not bad, your sword technique has become much sharper than the last time we met." The only one left in the suit, Wilbur, laughed and clapped. "Unfortunately, it is useless to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, tens of thousands of Wilbur stood up again. He held the head he had dropped and pressed it on his neck again. In the blink of an eye, his injuries were healed.
"I forgot to remind you of something."
Tens of thousands of Wilbur looked at Lod and revealed a strange smile. "The Wilbur that you killed was actually just a defective product. Now, every single one of me in front of you is an even more outstanding individual than him!"
"In other words..."
"We inherited his abilities, and on top of that, we optimized it further. We even touched upon a forbidden domain that only the gods could touch!"
Streams of sticky and viscous blood slowly dripped down the surrounding ruins along the bodies of Wilbur. They gradually converged into a scarlet river that corroded and extracted the remaining life in the earth.
The rivers formed from the blood of tens of thousands of people spread to every corner of the ruins and city. The earth gradually dried up and cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even the plants began to wither, emitting a strong stench. They turned into scarlet smoke that filled the atmosphere.
A huge scarlet formation suddenly emerged from the surface of the entire city. Countless complicated and huge runes were engraved in it. The scarlet light rose into the sky and turned into a huge dome that covered the area.
"Hiss -"
Just by looking at the formation, Lod felt dizzy and his head swell. It was as if there were steel needles poking into his head. There was also a faint sound of evil whispering in his ears. It was as if he was telling something.
As the faint scarlet smoke drifted away and gradually filled the entire formation, Lod could clearly feel that the life energy in his body was slowly flowing away in an irreversible manner.
"No.. No!"
At this moment, Michael stared at the incantations. A hint of fear appeared on her beautiful face. She cried out, "The meaning of these incantations is not a godly ritual. It is a summoning ritual!"
"Summoning... ritual?!"
Lod was instantly horrified. A terrifying thought quietly appeared in his mind.