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

He pointed at the huge wolf head of Komamura Sajin and laughed, "Wow, I didn't expect there was an unexpected surprise under the helmet. If your master saw you like this, what kind of scene would it be?" After saying that, he burst into laughter.

The rest of the companions also joined in the laughter.

The voice was sharp and piercing, without any trace of childish innocence.

Facing the ridicule from all sides, Komamura Sajin remained calm and said lightly: "Soga, as a Hollow, it is normal to have such thoughts."

The dense laughter came to an abrupt end, and the interval between the noise and silence added a bit of horror.

"Big Dog, you seem to look down on Xu." The leading child said with interest.

Komamura Satsuki felt that his body had recovered some strength and he slowly stood up. His upright posture looked more resilient.

"I have never looked down on anyone, at least when it comes to young people who are still growing up, I can never make up my mind."

After hearing what Komamura Sajin said, the child raised his head and laughed, revealing his jagged teeth: "You mean you showed mercy? Ridiculous, looking down on the weak with your superiority, you seem to have forgotten your current situation."

"I have a pretty good suggestion. How about you play games with us in the future, big dog?" the child said cruelly.

When the word "game" was mentioned, these strange children suddenly shouted to Komamura Sajin in unison: "Play games with us, play games with us..."

"Oh? Isn't your goal to take my head and win the credit?"

"The game and the purpose don't conflict, do they?" The leading child said. Instead of killing the enemy directly, they prefer to play with the enemy until he can't move.

"I still have my own duties to perform. I am afraid I will disappoint you." After saying this, the spiritual pressure on his body surged again: "I don't know why you have become like this, nor do I know what an Arrancar is, let alone what the adults you are talking about are. However, I also have the responsibility to protect you. Since you have lost your reverence for the foundation of life, then my sword can also be sharp."

"Bankai: Black Rope Heavenly Punishment Myooh."

A huge black-armored warrior appeared behind him, with a red scarf covering the area below his eyes. He was wearing heavy armor and was extremely tall. Compared with him, the ancient trees towering into the clouds around him became small saplings.

When the children Xu Qun saw this, they stopped teasing and subconsciously became alert.

Komamura Sajin held the sword with both hands, and the black-armored warrior made the same move. The next moment, the huge Zanpakutō slashed towards the largest group of Hollows.

Komamura Sajin's Black Sen Myōō has exerted his Bankai to the extreme. Before he even got close to him, a heavy feeling of palpitations came over him.

The children were very confused and cried out in surprise, flapping their wings to avoid the attack.

"Boom." The huge Zanpakuto fell to the ground, and the nearby ancient trees broke one after another. Dust mixed with a large amount of stones and broken branches flew outward. When the dust settled, cracked ground was exposed.

Seeing this, Komamura Sajin frowned slightly. Kuroken Myōō exerted his strength to the extreme, but speed was also his biggest nemesis.

Black King Mingwang continued to swing his sword and attacked dozens of times in a row, but still failed to touch the target at all. The area around him was already in a mess, with cracks of all sizes crisscrossing everywhere.

These children are not strong individually, and the deputy captain can easily control them, but they are extremely flexible and can predict and dodge every attack in advance.

The leading child, seeing this, relaxed his guard and said, "Hahaha, this thing is not even a snail, is it your Bankai?"

After saying that, hundreds of children suddenly turned around, formed a formation and rushed towards the black-armored warrior.

Seeing this, Komamura Sajin's eyes became determined. He held the sword in one hand and chopped it forward fiercely.

"It's no use what I said. Now I, Picaro, declare that the game has officially begun. God of Death, pray hard and pray that you don't die too soon."

"What?" As soon as the words fell, the expression of the leading child changed.

After Xu Qun dodged the attack, a huge hand dropped from the sky and grabbed some of the children who were unable to dodge in time.

The Zanpakutō was just a bait. Since the group of Hollows was so dense, they could be harvested with just a flick of the hand.

The individuals in these virtual groups were very weak, and a slight squeeze of the big hand caused them to let out shrill screams.

With a casual throw, several figures fell heavily to the ground, their bodies twisted irregularly and their expressions painful.

"You are very powerful, and living in a group is a great advantage in Hueco Mundo, but at the same time, it is also a weakness," Komamura Satsuki said in a deep voice.

But in the next second, Komamura Sajin's expression changed drastically, and the few children who were left half dead began to wriggle rapidly, and their bodies, twisted by the huge force, were quickly reorganizing and recovering.

"Death God, I forgot to tell you one thing. My name is Pikaro, and my partner is also called Pikaro. We are both called Pikaro, and we share life and spiritual pressure."

"As long as none of us are killed, we will be able to fully recover in a few months."

"Death, enjoy the rest of your life, because you can't kill any of our Picaros."

Komamura Sajin remained unmoved, raised his Zanpakutō, and chopped it down fiercely.

But these injured children recovered very quickly and dodged easily.

These Picaros saw the opportunity and swarmed towards the black-armored warrior. Komamura's left formation planned to do the same, but the group of Hollows were already prepared and were so dense that they surrounded the black-armored warrior in a short while.

"The game officially begins." The leading Picaro shouted loudly.

As if they had received some kind of instruction, these Picaros shuttled back and forth on the black-armored warrior's body in an orderly manner, their speed getting faster and faster, and wind blades were generated when their wings flapped.

These Picaros were like leeches attached to the bones, changing with the movements of the black-armored warriors and could not be shaken off.

"Tear..." A scar suddenly appeared on the surface of the black-armored warrior, followed by the second, the third, and more and more. The wounds became deeper and deeper, and blood gradually seeped out.

The life of Kuro-sama Myōo is connected to the body of Komamura Satsujin, and their every move is completely synchronized. Similarly, if Myōo is injured, the body will not be spared.

The game was still going on. When Picaro smelled the sweet smell of blood, he let out a crazy, shrill laugh. Everyone's face turned red, and the excitement that could not be concealed made them completely crazy.

This torture, which was almost like lingchi, was still going on. Komamura Sajin's body was covered with scars from cuts by sharp blades, like a bloody man.

He stretched out his palm and slapped hard towards the chest, but the Picaros were prepared and dodged in time.

The palm strike landed firmly on his chest, and Komamura Sajin coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Faced with Picaro who completely restrained his abilities, he suddenly felt powerless.

Could it be that I really have to explain it here?

It's impossible. Komamura Satsuki was unwilling to be toyed with to death like this. In his hazy state, a bloodthirsty red light flashed in his eyes.