Chapter 719 Violent Crush
Everything in the world has its name.
It is the so-called [Speech Spirit]. Calling the name of a thing can give it power, and depriving a thing of its name can take away its power.
Ichibei's [Ichimonji] is not a Zanpakutō in the conventional sense, but a Zanpakutō that can arbitrarily modify the rules of reality and grant or deprive all living things of the power of speech.
Do you still remember the nickname of Ichibei, the commander of the army? The person who calls the monk by his true name is also the person who bestows the power of speaking to all things in the Soul Society.
Since it can give all things the power of speech, then correspondingly, it can deprive all things of the power of speech.
After Ichimonji is liberated, the black things that extend out can not only take away the name of the things it touches, but also weaken it by half, and the effect is almost permanent.
The friend Habach in the original work cracked this trick and regained his lost name through omniscience, omnipotence, and self-empowerment.
So here comes the question...
Can the Nova Corps empower themselves, or reclaim their lost name?
Lord thinks they can't do it. A single word rewrites something that already exists from a rule level, and it is by no means forgotten in the conventional sense.
Therefore, unless the Nova Corps has the same level as the Ichibei of the Military Headquarters, a bug-level ability that is enough to rewrite the rules, even if they know the effect of Ichimonji's ability, they will not be able to regain their lost name.
When it comes to the destructive power of a Zanpakutō, ten military masters and one military guard tied together are probably not as powerful as one Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni.
But if it was one-on-one, it would be impossible for ten Yamamoto Genryu Sai Shigekuni to defeat one military commander and one military guard.
As the sole leader of Team Zero and the last barrier to protect the Soul King, Ichibei himself is second only to Yhwach.
From the moment he freed his Zanpakutō, victory was an inevitable outcome.
"This...this is impossible..."
The nameless legion centurion had a look of horror on his face. They discovered that not only themselves, but also their records in the world's spiritual database had been erased.
It was as if there was a magical pen tip that quietly erased the name. All records about it disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a blank mark in its original place.
An unprecedented fear spread in the hearts of the centurions. This was a despair they had never understood, let alone experienced.
They know deeply that they are not an unknown army. The erased name is of vital significance to them, and they must find their lost name.
"You...do you still remember, what are our names?" The centurions turned pale and cast their desperate and helpless eyes on Ronan, Ebony Maw, Star-Lord and others, trying to Get answers from them.
It's like the eyes of a drowning person, struggling to hold on to the last piece of driftwood, praying for salvation.
But alas...
What they got was not salvation, but almost deeper despair.
"No... don't know."
Ebony Throat's pupils trembled, coming from the fear deep in his heart, that man's power.
"I...I also forgot...what...are you guys called?" Ronan, the accuser, tried his best to think about it, but all he could get was a blank memory about them. , as if it had been erased out of thin air.
"What...are you called?"
Star-Lord thought hard for a long time, but he couldn't remember it at all. He could only spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and said with a playful smile: "How about... you can ask that person, maybe he can tell you? "
The last hope... dashed.
The centurions were completely in despair. They had lost the motivation to protect it, and they could not understand why they were fighting. The source of surging energy in their bodies seemed to have disappeared at this moment.
The nine people's eyes met each other, and almost in an instant, everyone understood what the other person was thinking.
war! war! war!
A blazing fighting spirit, burning like a fire, ignited the confusion in his heart.
Even if they forget what they want to protect and why they are fighting, the honor and sense of responsibility deep in their hearts tell them that they must defeat this dangerous enemy in front of them no matter what.
Absolutely not...
Keep this close to the world spirit, otherwise irreversible consequences will occur.
"The legion that has lost its name..."
The commander of the army, Ichibei, raised his thick eyebrows slightly. He noticed the nine people in front of him and the burning fighting spirit in his eyes. He sighed and said: "Even if I have lost my name and the meaning of my existence, and I don't even know why I am fighting, I still can't." Being able to stick to their duties is an admirable army.”
He has always admired these people who are willing to sacrifice their lives to protect something. Perhaps they both have something that they must protect, similar feelings and responsibilities.
"In that case..."
The beards and hair of the soldiers at the head of the army were all flaring, their eyes wide and glaring like King Kong Ming, and their knotted muscles held up the loose coat.
The bulging black blood vessels were like big dragons, undulating silently on the body surface, as if silently telling what kind of explosive power was hidden under that bloated and burly body.
Rumble——
The mighty spiritual power rushing around the body washed through the surrounding void like a torrent, setting off a roaring wind and making a loud roar like thunder.
At this moment, the monk's eyes were like two incandescent light bulbs, so dazzling that no one could look directly at them. The bursting wind, under the impact of spiritual pressure, rolled up layers of air waves and hit the void.
That violent momentum even shocked the centurion. The honest and honest man in front of him finally tore off the disguise and turned into a terrifying beast!
The next moment, the void exploded!
The atmosphere suddenly rippled, like a huge boulder thrown into the lake, setting off thousands of raging waves, and a huge sound tore through the sky.
A burly black figure, like a ferocious beast escaping from a cage, smashed through layers of air flow barriers, perfectly demonstrating the ultimate strength, pulling up a thousand-foot wind dragon behind it, its speed was so fast that it even exceeded the limit of the naked eye.
die! ! !
A pair of seemingly ordinary fleshy palms are like mountains moving sideways and the sky falling and the earth falling. Its power is so great that human beings cannot compete with it.
The air nearby seemed to have been evacuated. The air was evacuated and hit by waves, which shattered the protective energy and fell on a centurion. The power poured into the body and directly exploded him into a sky full of blood. rain.
The other centurions were shocked for half a second, then roared and rushed towards the monk.
The soldier's eyes narrowed slightly. As he turned around and stepped forward, he clenched his fists with his five fingers and squeezed the air. A majestic force poured into his arms along the soles of his feet, drawing a line from top to bottom. The arc hit one of the centurions in the face.
The centurion put his arms in front of him, mobilizing the remaining strength in his body to try to resist the fatal punch.
However, at the moment of contact, he realized that he had thought too much.
The weight and impact of that punch were comparable to a space battleship hitting him. A majestic force crushed every inch of his body.
Click click click click...
One punch broke the centurion's muscles and bones, and half of his head sank into his chest. His internal organs mixed with thick blood spilled out, and he died on the spot.
All the people watching were amazed.
This is not a living thing at all, it is clearly a monster in human skin, and its level of violence is simply mind-numbing.
