Reborn as the God of Death and became the Captain of the Ten Blades

"Yami." Ulquiorra called out.

"Ah."

"His strength has improved." Witnessed the other party's transformation from skeleton form to human form.

"Yeah." Ya Mi had a frivolous look on his face, and the seriousness in his eyes betrayed his thoughts.

He then shifted his gaze to Stark, who always had a nonchalant look on his face, as if it had nothing to do with him.

On the contrary, during the battle with the enraged self, only Stark and Bylergan did not release their Zanpakutō.

It was not until later that they understood what was going on. This made the other Vastodes feel deeply fearful. That kind of ability was too unsolvable.

In order to become a king in Hueco Mundo, in addition to one's own abilities, absolute spiritual pressure strength is essential.

Those top-level Achukas who can break their masks are already fearless characters. They can be completely suppressed and subdued, and a killing game can be started if they feel like it. The difficulty can be imagined.

"It all depends on how the Grim Reaper solves it." He smiled with a gloating smile.

Bylergan stood up and looked down majestically at the group of visitors below.

He pointed a finger at Aizen who was standing in the front: "As long as I kill you, your team will be disbanded."

Aizen remained silent, with a hint of coldness in the curve of his lips.

Tosen, who was at the back, couldn't help himself. Aizen was his sky, his light, and the sword bearer. He stepped out of the queue and said in a voice as cold as ice: "A mere Vastod actually treated Lord Aizen like this. It's unforgivable."

"Huh?" Bylergan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly became interested: "So there is a god of death, I almost forgot about it." He didn't take the other party seriously at all.

Turning to Stark, he asked, "This is the god of death. Do you surrender?"

"Hey, Byakugan, that's not the way to insult people." It was Grimmjow who spoke, and he belittled Tosen Yasu again. Nnoitra suffered a loss at the hands of Tosen Yasu, so to belittle Tosen was to belittle Nnoitra.

Nnoitra was so angry that he was shaking all over and his teeth were chattering. For him, suffering a loss at the hands of Tosen was a great humiliation.

"Bailagan, don't get carried away." He roared upwards, his body trembling, and a fierce aura suddenly burst out.

"Yeah. It's really surprising that someone of this level can get here." Bylergan nodded, not taking Noitra seriously at all and deliberately ignoring him.

Then he said to Dong Xian Yao: "Death God, you can come this far, this is the end, this is the emperor's gift to you, enjoy this honor."

Suddenly, a powerful spiritual pressure erupted in the field. A thin figure jumped high, raised the weapon in his hand, fell from the sky, and attacked angrily.

A thin body, wearing a blindfold, and holding a shining exclusive weapon, as if he wants to tear everything in front of him to pieces. It is none other than Nnoitra.

"Bailagan, go to hell."

"Hehe." The sarcasm on Bylergan's face intensified. Facing Noitra's anger, he did not panic at all. He raised his right hand and talked fiercely towards the throne beside him.

The bone throne exploded, and the bone fragments flew into the air and turned into spirit particles and dissipated, revealing the outline of an axe.

Holding the axe handle, he casually blocked Noitra's attack, feeling the power coming from his hands, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Nnoitra found an invisible force coming from his weapon, and his body flew backwards uncontrollably.

"Damn it." He easily dealt with the opponent's attack, and his strong self-esteem was torn a little bit.

Four figures flashed out from the Yachukas army below, and one big guy was particularly eye-catching.

"Your Majesty, I request to join the battle." He knelt on the ground enthusiastically. "How can this group of ants be worthy of the emperor's personal battle? Your Majesty, please quietly enjoy the feast of slaughter."

Aizen then focused his attention on the large man, whose spiritual pressure was clearly higher than that of the other three Achukas, but its fluctuations were not stable.

"This may be the half-step Vastod without an Arrancar."

Looking at the excellent experimental materials in front of him, no matter how calm he was, he couldn't help but feel a little excited. The progress of the experiment was at the most critical stage, and this big guy was obviously the most suitable experimental material.

His eyes flickered, but he remained silent.

Bylergan glanced at his capable subordinates and really enjoyed their fanatical admiring looks.

For a moment, he was filled with heroic spirit and swept through everyone from Nnoitra to Aizen.

"Stark, how about you just kill these two Death Gods and surrender to me?" Bylergan said with interest, but no one could tell the real meaning of his tone. His arrogant tone made all the Vastod frown.

Regardless of whether he has the ability or not, the tone of saying it's already in his pocket is really unpleasant.

Stark glanced at him, a hint of coldness gradually rose in his eyes, then disappeared in an instant. He put his hands in his pockets, supported his body with his left foot, and tapped his right foot on the ground, without answering him.

Ulquiorra suddenly interrupted at this time: "I agree."

The plain voice is neither sad nor happy.

"Ulquiorra." Yammy was surprised, but Ulquiorra did not respond.

Bailegang's eyes showed more interest: "You represent them?"

There was no sign of fluctuation in Ulquiorra's dark green eyes: "If anyone disagrees, Yammy and I will help you."

Bylergan was very happy to hear this. Seeing that Yami beside him had no objection, he laughed and said, "Let you see the power of the emperor."

"Byregan." Yami said at this time: "If you kill this god of death, how about I help you kill Sal Apollo?" The arrogant voice made the air a little colder, and he pointed at Aizen's back and said.

"Add me one." Aronilo also spoke at the right time.

"But I have one condition, your soul belongs to me."

"I think it's great." The two heads sang in unison.

Sar Apollo's beautiful face suddenly became ferocious, and his right hand silently reached for the Zanpakuto beside him. He made up his mind to release his Zanpakuto as soon as he saw any movement.

"I never thought that one day I would become the focus, but this way is really unpleasant."

"You'll have to change clothes again soon, don't you think, Aronilo?" If you want to change clothes, you can only do so. This sentence was undoubtedly a death order to Aronilo.

Aizen, who was at the center of the vortex, stood there quietly, as if everything had nothing to do with him. He was not surprised by Vastod's behavior and looked confident.

Nellielu and Harribel looked at each other in bewilderment. The way things had developed was beyond their expectations. They had been looking forward to future peace.

Harribel's calm and steady voice sounded, and she asked the black Hollow, "Zomali Lulu?"

"Hmm?" Zomali Lulu responded softly. Unlike other hollows who were ready to take action in the current emergency, he just stood there silently, without any sense of presence.

"I cooperate with Stark." This also shows his position.