On the barren Hueco Mundo, the white sand rolls up, blowing with the wind.
Thick clouds pile up in the sky, covering the only moonlight, making the already cold and dark desert appear more profound and quiet.
Two black shadows, like sea tides, are gradually approaching.
The rumbling pace of marching, like the neighing of thunder, vibrates in the sky.
One side is silent; the other side is noisy.
The two armies faced each other, and the momentum was boiling.
Shendu stood above the sky, looking at the boundless and huge black shadow, as if he wanted to tear everything apart.
In terms of superficial momentum alone, the side of Las Noches seems to be more terrifying and mighty.
But if you compare them carefully, you will find that those Menos Grande, who are constantly relying on ferocious roars, have more than half of the fear in their eyes that should be full of tyranny.
On the other hand, the Menos Grande from the forest were too quiet, only the sound of continuous breathing.
But in the eyes of these Menos Grande, there was only endless fanaticism.
"It's really spectacular!"
Kurotsuchi Mayuri's eyes lit up. "A war scene I've never seen before."
"Even if Shinigami and Hollow fight, there will never be such an impressive sight in front of us."
In terms of quantity alone, Shinigami is far inferior to Hollows.
Even Adjucha outnumbers Shinigami by far.
If it wasn't for they ate each other and internal strife. Hueco Mundo's territory would have expanded into the Soul Society long ago.
"It might be even more spectacular next time," Szayelaporro spoke up. "War in the true sense is really exciting."
Although the two have disagreements in philosophy, they have been together day and night for a period of time, and it feels a bit like friends talk.
Shendu did not take up the conversation between the two but looked into the distance.
In the sky above the hollow group on the opposite side, the throne was suspended under the clouds, and an arrogant figure sat on it.
Beside the throne, several beast-shaped Menos Grande of different shapes hovered around him.
Their whole bodies were wrapped in bone armor, and the wild Reiatsu was almost solidified.
In terms of momentum alone, none of them was weaker than Cortez under Shendu.
Facing countless enemies of Menos Grande, Cortez mingled in the crowd, scratching her hooves excitedly, wishing she could plunge headfirst into the enemy camp and fight to her heart's content.
When Shendu noticed Baraggan, the other party also noticed him.
Baraggan sat upright on the throne, his slender bony fingers manipulating the black breath of death, circling up and down the throne.
"Shendu..."
"Baraggan..."
The two looked at each other from a distance and at the same time meditated silently in their hearts.
"Let's start."
Without further hesitation, Baraggan commanded the Menos Grande at his side
Ggio Vega immediately fell from the sky and came before the hollow group, making a deafening roar that almost overwhelmed the roar of all other Menos Grande demonstrations.
"Advance, let's go to war!"
"Tear them apart!"
The hollow group responded.
Harribel, also in the capacity of commander, came to the front of her own hollow group and gave the order to attack.
"Go to war."
The calm water-like voice had nothing to do with the atmosphere on the battlefield.
But it was such a sound that directly overwhelmed the roaring of the countless Menos Grande of the enemy.
The moment the two sides clashed, the desolate desert turned into a meat grinder, and the blood-red smell permeated the battlefield.
Howling and roaring, Cero's red and flickering black shadows bloomed in the wind.
But momentarily.
The piled-up remains, the bloody river, were hideous and terrifying.
This was a short but heroic war.
In a short period of time.
Baraggan's expression changed from arrogance to gloom, like the thick cumulus clouds in the sky.
Although he had expected failure, such a tragic scene still made him lose face.
His army was almost wiped out, and the opponent's loss did not exceed 30%.
Such a degree of comparison already explained everything.
Although in this short war, Harribel's credit accounted for nearly half, several Adjucha with strong fighting power that he valued were also lost in it.
"Never mind."
Baraggan stood up on the throne. "Just kill that little guy and everything will calm down."
"Whether it's war or arrogance..."
"It all ends in front of death."
Shendu also broke away from the current camp, stepped on the sky, and looked directly at Baraggan not far away.
"King of the Hueco Mundo, Baraggan Louisenbairn."
He opened the gap between his teeth lightly, and the white aura escaped from them.
"You've been in this position for too long."
"It's time to hand it over."
With deep eyes, Baraggan let out a very disdainful laugh.
"Humble and ignorant fellow."
"I was originally born in Hueco Mundo, and through countless years, I have witnessed countless challengers."
"The best of them even completely surpass you."
He stretched out his bone finger, and circles of black breath rippled on it, like ripples in a lake.
"But what about their results?"
"Embracing death one by one, going to perish."
"Your fate is the same..."
The voice fell.
Heavy Reiatsu erupted from around Baraggan, forming a violent storm that instantly tore apart the thick clouds above the sky.
Correspondingly.
The direction Shendu was in also released the same level, or even more powerful Reiatsu.
The scorching breath spread.
The strong smell of sulfur instantly suppressed the smell of blood on the entire battlefield.
The terrifying high temperature rose, turning the originally cold desert into a volcanic domain in an instant.
The hollow group retreated.
The coercion of the two, no matter which one it was, they couldn't bear it.
Let alone a collision between the two.
Even Harribel subconsciously stayed away from the center of the battle.
The suffocating heat made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
The moisture in the air decreased rapidly, and dryness appeared.
Kurotsuchi Mayuri even showed an exaggerated expression.
"It turns out that this is all the Reiatsu of His Majesty Shendu. It is really exaggerated to the extreme."
"This high temperature, like the scorching sun, reminds me of the captain..."
Szayelaporro stared at the changes in the distant battlefield. Two opposing figures were reflected in his golden pupils, and his face was full of fanaticism.
This may be the perfect life in the true sense in his mind!
Reiatsu air waves intertwined, stirring above the sky, and endless turbulence swept across, engulfing the thick clouds.
It seemed like the end of the world...
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