Harribel felt the hot air blowing on her face, turned her head away subconsciously, and said in a low voice:
"I'm in no mood..."
"If you kill to become stronger, then at the end of your life, there will only be killing."
This is her life credo.
Shendu's gaze paused, and he suddenly recalled the character of his subordinate.
Cold on the outside, but on the inside there was a heart kinder than any Minos Grand.
Vasto Lorde did not stop evolving.
It just could no longer evolve by devouring other Menos Grande.
Existences like Shendu and Harribel could still become stronger through killing.
However, relatively speaking, the effect seemed extremely inefficient.
Obviously.
Harribel also understood this and knew even more what it meant for a Vasto Lorde to undergo Arrancar.
She was unwilling to embark on a path that was contrary to her creed.
"Kill?"
Shendu laughed, and the magnetic, mystical sound echoed in the open area.
"No, no, no!"
"If you want to complete Arrancar and do it through killing..."
"For a hundred years, or even longer, you probably won't make it."
"I won't let you engage in such inefficient behavior."
Harribel was surprised and stared straight at him in bewilderment but happened to meet Shendu's intense gaze.
Instinctively, she turned her head away again. "If it's not through killing, then how else can one complete Arrancar?"
A mysterious smile appeared on Shendu's dragon face.
"'Magic' from the kingdom of demons."
"Like this..."
Before Harribel could finish speaking, before she could turn her head to look back, she felt a scorching heat on her chest.
Accompanied by a hint of unexpected coldness.
She turned her head in horror, her eyes lowered, and she happened to see a dark green sharp claw, which was pressing on her chest.
Although there was a separation of bone, she could still clearly feel that different kind of touch.
But before she could refuse, new warmth emerged from the sharp claws, as if sunlight were shining on her body.
Harribel seemed to be physically and mentally immersed in it, her expression intoxicated.
If she paid attention to Shendu at this time, she would find that Shendu had lost his domineering temperament. At this moment, he seemed like a mystical shaman, chanting spells under his breath.
No one could understand the content of the spell.
Even if it were Kisuke Urahara—no, even if the Soul King himself were present.
This was not the language of this world, but a language inherited from demons.
In addition to mastering unique demonic magic, the Holy Lord also possessed the black magic encyclopedia belonging to Tara.
At the same time, his long and infinite lifespan had allowed him to master the wisdom of outstanding individuals from all ages.
The Holy Lord was not only a noble dragon but also the only demon wizard.
Advocating wisdom, he would not easily underestimate the outstanding people of any era.
What Shendu was using now was just the most commonly used healing magic.
The effect was quite obvious.
It was even comparable to the high-speed regeneration of Menos Grande.
In just a few seconds, Harribel's broken sternum was back to normal.
Another attempt, and her limp left arm returned to its original shape—even her Reiatsu recovered a little.
"An experience I've never had before..."
Harribel looked at her hands in amazement. "Totally different from Menos Grande's power."
"A Shinigami ability?"
"Or a Quincy?"
Shendu shook his head and denied, "I don't like repeating myself."
"This is the power of demons..."
Now that the magic had worked on Harribel, his next plan could be implemented.
Although the magic in his mind did not record how to help Menos Grande carry out Arrancar, it did not stop Shendu from conducting experiments.
He looked in the direction of Las Noches, and the gaze in his blood-red pupils became deeper and deeper.
Perhaps it was time to find a suitable assistant.
...
The battle between Harribel and Shendu could not escape the notice of other powerful Menos Grande.
But most of them were not very interested in it.
Battles between Vasto Lordes were not rare—they were bound to happen once or twice over the decades.
Time was often the most overlooked aspect of Hueco Mundo.
After all...
The unchanging scenery had persisted for ten thousand years.
But not all beings were uninterested in this battle.
Szayelaporro mingled with the conquest team, temporarily suppressing the shock in his heart, and still maintained an elegant posture outwardly.
"Shendu and Harribel?"
"How did those two end up meeting..."
Countless thoughts swirled and intertwined in his mind.
"The Reiatsu spiked and suddenly disappeared."
"Perhaps they've both fallen..."
"If I don't seize this opportunity, I'll regret it."
A look of determination appeared on Szayelaporro's face. Shendu was the living specimen he'd been dreaming of.
If Shendu could serve as the primary subject in an unreasonable conceptual experiment, his research progress would undoubtedly reach perfection!
After thinking of this, he immediately inserted his hand into his abdominal cavity and abruptly broke off one of his ribs.
Abirama Redder watched this scene with unease.
Although Hollow nature was cruel and tyrannical, it was directed at enemies, not themselves.
This scene truly unsettled him.
"Just now, there was a fight between Shendu and Tia Harribel."
After Szayelaporro removed his rib, he resumed his previous graceful demeanor.
"That Shendu guy is just a newly evolved Vasto Lorde, and Harribel needs no introduction from me."
"Their unrestrained battle will inevitably leave them in a weakened state."
"This rib will help us track down Shendu."
Abirama Redder was slightly startled, instinctively looking at the rib in Szayelaporro's hand.
At this moment, the rib emitted a faint light, pointing in an unknown direction.
...
Shendu had dealt with Harribel, and the remaining three individuals were naturally no challenge.
But Mila seemed very unconvinced after her fight with Cortez.
With her fiery personality, she refused to admit defeat.
However, when Mila challenged Cortez again, he merely snorted disdainfully.
"The loser isn't worthy of fighting me again."
This response immediately infuriated Mila, the lion.
If it hadn't been for Harribel stopping her, she might have fired a Cero at Cortez right then.
Shendu, however, paid no attention to this.
Harribel was his main target; the other three were merely extras.
While Shendu waited for Harribel to recover, a massive wave of Reiatsu surged from afar.
The grains of sand trembled, jumped, and resonated until they formed a shocking roar, echoing through the barren landscape.
At the edge of their sight...
A black line surged forward like a tidal wave.
Harribel and the others stood frozen, gazing at the horizon.
What a familiar scene...
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