Chapter 468: Wrong Ascension Ceremony

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

Wilbur, headed by a suit and leather shoes, leaning on a gold-studded cane in both hands, showed a gentleman's smile as always: "There is only one last step before the completion of the ascension ceremony."

"Swallow... Michael."

Lord's eyelids drooped, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and an unknown look flashed in the bottom of his eyes, before Wilbur said his appeal.

"Yes, that's it."

All Wilbur Whatley raised their heads, their naked greedy eyes gathered, their mouths gradually expanded to the limit, and then they split directly and extended to the base of their ears: "Will we devour Michael first, or do you kill them all first? What about us?"

Zheng——

The pitch-black Zanpakutō pointed diagonally at the ground, Lord slowly raised his head, the surging spiritual pressure was like a tidal wave, hitting the surrounding void one after another, setting off ripples visible to the naked eye, swaying endlessly. All the waves.

click...

The ground, which had been hit before, groaned overwhelmed at this moment, and the signs of cracking continued to radiate to the surrounding area. The violently rising spiritual pressure was comparable to a raging flame, rubbing and burning the remaining oxygen in the atmosphere, making the surrounding space appear. The blurred and distorted appearance seemed to be a bizarre sight that had 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 sighing: "Obviously we are human in appearance, but have the power comparable to high-level angels, I I really envy you."

"Last Word, are you done?"

Lorde took a half-step forward while holding the pitch-black hilt. The terrifying aura around him that was enough to make the sky crack and the earthquake to collapse collapsed in an instant like a tsunami of mountains and tsunamis.

"One last sentence left."

Wilbur took it easy, tidied up the messy clothes, then put his right hand on his abdomen, and bent his upper body slightly forward, making a fairly standard noble etiquette:

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

"Although we are each other's enemies, if we fight without knowing each other's names, it will undoubtedly be an insult to this great ceremony, and even more to the Whateley family.

So allow me, Viscount Wilbur Whateley, to pay you the highest regards of the Whateley family, and may you tell me your name? "

"My name... Yohabach!"

Lorde sneered in his heart, and then put on his vest expressionlessly: "Keep this name in your heart, because I will take everything from you, whether it's 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 Whatley is proficient in many dark magics and has an unknown evil spirit behind him. It is extremely dangerous to reveal his real name at will!

In the power system of the Shinigami, 'name' is a very important factor, and its meaning is somewhat similar to the spirit of words, so usually when the real name of the Zanpakutō is called, the Shinigami can liberate the powerful power. This is all over the place. are reflected.

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

Therefore, Lord believes that compared with his own life, the so-called dignity of a soldier... should be thrown away, and it has never happened anyway.

"Yuhabach? I remember your name." Wilbur tapped his cane, nodded and chuckled: "When I successfully swallow Michael and ascend to God, I will make you into a beautiful doll. stow away and allow you to retain your sense of self."

whimsical...

Lorde's lips raised a sneer,

As if mocking Wilbur's infatuation, the surging spiritual pressure in Yang's hands gathered on the blade, and slashed directly at Wilbur on the other side.

Zheng——

With the blade rubbing against the scabbard, a spark sputtered when the scabbard was unsheathed, and the clear sound of the sword resounded on the ruins like a dragon roar.

The spiritual pressure wrapped around the blade was suddenly magnified several times in an instant, as if a waning moon flickered with a bleak and gloomy light, piercing the boundless night, and slowly descended in a descending posture.

Eight thousand streams, kendo, last quarter moon!

Lorde maintained the movement of the knife, and there was a ripple in the bottom of his eyes, reflecting the poignant and beautiful waning moon, but there was an indescribable coldness.

next moment.

The beautiful knife light in the shape of a waning moon, in which the murderous intention of Sen Leng is hidden, swept past the crowd on the other side as if cutting wheat, splashing bright red flowers.

Rivers of blood flowed, heads rolled.

Tens of thousands of Wilbur Whatley's body froze, and then his head rolled to the ground. The cut surface of the port of his neck was as smooth as a mirror. The head stared at a pair of unbelievable eyes, and looked at Lord on the other side without a word. .

"Yes, your swordsmanship has become much sharper than the last time we met." The only remaining suit, Wilbur, smiled and clapped, saying: "Unfortunately, it is useless to me. "

The voice fell, and tens of thousands of Wilbur got 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 a little..."

Tens of thousands of Wilburs looked at Lord, and showed a strange smile: "The Wilbur you killed was actually just a defective product, and every me who appears in front of you now is more than a He wants a better individual!"

"That is to say..."

"We have inherited his ability, and on this basis, we have further optimized it to the point of perfection, and we have even touched... the forbidden area that only gods can touch!"

One after another, thick and smooth blood plasma slowly dripped onto the surrounding ruins along those Wilbur's bodies, gradually converging into a scarlet river, corroding and extracting the remaining life in the earth.

A river formed by the blood of tens of thousands of people spread across the ruins and every corner of the city. The earth gradually dried up and cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even plants began to wither and wither, emitting a strong rot. The stench, turned into scarlet smoke, filled the atmosphere.

A huge scarlet formation suddenly emerged from the surface of the entire city, with countless incantations inscribed in it, and scarlet rays of light shot up into the sky, turning into a huge dome that enveloped the area.

"hiss--"

Lord just glanced at the formation, and felt dizzy, as if a steel needle was inserted and stirred, and there was a faint sound of evil whispering in his ears, as if he was talking about something.

As the faint scarlet smoke drifted away and gradually filled the entire formation, Lorde 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 the incantations, and a look of panic appeared on his beautiful face, and he lost his voice: "The meaning of these incantations is not the ceremony of ascending the gods at all, but... A summoning ceremony!"

"Summoning... Ritual?!"

Lorde looked horrified for an instant, and a terrible thought quietly emerged from his mind.