Death: This Death is not serious

In the present world.

In the endless ancient buildings, Aozaki Mazuki was wearing a black cloak, walking and feeling the surrounding environment.

Three days had passed since he left Soul Society.

Fortunately, he often went out for fun with various reasons, so it was not uncommon for him to be gone for three or two days.

"This era is really backward, and the entertainment methods are too monotonous!"

Just as he was sighing, a long howl suddenly came from the sky in the distance.

He looked over and saw a huge eagle hovering in the sky in the distance, wearing a white mask on his face, as if searching for something.

Obviously, the white-faced eagle in the sky was not an ordinary bird, but a hollow with strong spiritual power.

Aozaki Mazuki raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, "It's good to have the level of a low-level officer. The probability of encountering a hollow in the present world is indeed much higher than that in Soul Society."

There are also hollows in Soul Society, but the probability of their appearance is pitifully low.

Some of the Hollows are fallen souls, and some are the miscellaneous soldiers left behind when the Vastold-class Hollows invaded Soul Society in the past.

After laughing, he did not make any extra moves, but stood quietly in place, as if waiting for someone.

After a while, a figure landed in front of Aozaki Mazuki, knelt on one knee, and said in an extremely respectful tone:

"Lord Sephiroth, I have found the gathering place of the Hollows."

"You did a good job." Aozaki Mazuki did not hesitate to praise: "...Kugo."

This figure is none other than the first generation deputy god of death, Ginjo Kugo!

Of course, he is still young at this time, and his identity as a deputy god of death has not been recognized by Soul Society.

Time goes back to two days ago-

After leaving the human world, Aozaki Mazuki returned to this familiar and unfamiliar land for the first time.

At that time, the first reaction was not to return to the family in his previous life, but to find a heavy spiritual place, which is the city of Naruki under his feet.

"There is a spiritual pressure fluctuation in that direction." Aozaki Mazuki said while looking into the distance.

He walked carelessly on the street. Compared with the rapidly developing military strength, the city construction of this country seemed to have fallen into a strange state of stagnation. Various new and old things were mixed together to barely maintain a balance.

Aozaki Mayu, wrapped in a black cloak, stood on a big tree. A smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he could vaguely hear the bell in the distance.

The bell echoed, coming from a Gothic-style wooden chapel not far away.

More than 30 years ago, this country that had been isolated from the world for hundreds of years was forced to open its doors under the impact of strong ships and powerful guns.

Western culture and technology followed and slowly occupied this land, and churches and churches were one of them.

Aozaki Mayu looked around.

The whole church was shrouded in the cold moonlight, and most of the wooden church collapsed. The monster wearing a white mask was wantonly destroying the crumbling building.

The blond and blue-eyed Westerner, the black-haired oriental young man, and the middle-aged man in the death suit formed a weird combination.

They stood in front of the monster, like brave warriors challenging a dragon.

"Is that a 'dragon'?"

Looking at the monster in front of him wearing a white mask, the blond priest murmured.

The masked monster was dark green except for its head, with long forelimbs and short hind limbs. There was a huge wing membrane connecting the forelimbs and the body, and it looked like a giant bat!

"How could you see it? How can that ugly thing look like a dragon? That's a hollow, you stupid Westerner!"

The middle-aged man in the Death Tyrant suit stood in front of them, panting.

"Damn, how could a guy of this level appear here?"

"You can see us, which means you have a high spiritual power. Did you attract it?"

"I... I don't know." The priest said in panic, "I don't know why it's here, but I saw similar monsters in my hometown, and some people called them 'dragons'."

"Don't insult the word dragon with your Western winged lizards!" The god of death gritted his teeth, as if he was quite disdainful of the "dragon" in the mouth of Westerners.

"This damn guy has stronger spiritual pressure than me. I'll hold him, and you guys find a chance to escape."

"But..." the black-haired young man hesitated.

"What's wrong? What else can you say at this time? Do you want to die, kid?"

The Death God's tone was urgent, and the sharp claws of the shallow strike in his hand collided wildly with the hollow claws, making a sound of metal hitting. He didn't have time to think about why the young man could also see him.

The young man tightly grasped the cross necklace hanging around his neck and fell behind the Death God.

The blond priest helped him up and ran away, but was stabbed in the chest by a man in aristocratic clothes.

The young believerThe man with the knife just looked at each other silently, the moonlight sprinkled on them, as if they were two old acquaintances.

"Haven't you made up your mind yet?" the man with the knife asked softly.

"Do you really want to do this?" The young man knew what he was talking about.

"Don't forget your parents, think about how they died, don't you want to avenge them yourself?" the man with the knife asked again.

The young man asked: "But what can I do to make him give me the power of the god of death? You said it, it is a serious crime for the god of death to give the power of death to humans!"

"Let him hold this spiritual knife." The noble man grinned and took out a long knife with a light blue luster, "Then insert the knife into your body, and you don't need his consent."

While the two were talking, the god of death who was fighting fiercely in front of him was hit hard by Xu, and flew backwards and fell beside them.

"Why are you still here?"

He looked up and saw a strange figure.

"Who are you?"

The noble man said casually: "This is none of your business, you have no right to know!"

The God of Death could not care less and quickly reminded: "Little ghost, go away..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man slowly turned his head.

In his brown eyes, the burning flames were reflected, like a mirror burning with blazing fire.

The God of Death was stared at by this scorching gaze, and his whole body trembled violently, as if the flames were going to devour him.

He dodged back suddenly, but his body suddenly stopped.

"Sorry."

As the young man said this, the cross in his hand turned into a huge two-handed sword inlaid with gems. The sword tip went straight through the body of the middle-aged God of Death, and warm blood flowed out along the blade.

"Ah!"

The scream of the God of Death made the noble man laugh with satisfaction.

He walked forward with a long knife.

A noisy sound came from the church, like the whisper of a devil, or the roar of a wild beast. The bat monster flew in front of the two people, and the fire burning the church had not yet extinguished.

The bat said: "Powerful spiritual power, become my food!"

"I don't want to waste time with you, bastard!" The noble man looked at it with a squint and held the young man's hand tightly.

At the same time, the young man's body exuded a strong spiritual pressure, and the wind blew up the noble man's long hair.

The noble man pushed forward, and the giant sword in the young man's hand slowly dissipated, and the long sword symbolizing the power of the god of death pierced into the monster's mask.