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

Sal Apollo did not object. After all, he would get a share of the pie. As for whether it was the god of death with glasses, he was absolutely sure.

After all, he was the one who knew the aftereffects of Aronillo the best, and he was so unhappy that he even solved the problem together with the other party.

Having helped Byergan Luisen solve so many problems, it's time for him to do something.

Seeing that the three Hollows had already started to distribute the spoils, Stark leaned his elbows on the conference table, stroked his forehead, and sighed deeply. His eyes just happened to meet the close-up of the Aizen trio at the table. He looked carefully at Aizen who was walking in front, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

Being able to subdue Nnoitra and Grimmjow, strength alone is not enough. Which Vastod is not a strong man who has emerged from a sea of ​​blood and corpses? Death? Not scary.

"Where has that mysterious Vastold-class Hollow gone?" This is what Stark is most concerned about. Facing that possible existence, more power means more assurance.

"We must find out!" If he was killed by the Grim Reaper for other reasons, then... Thinking of this, Stark felt a little complicated. This was a bit troublesome.

Nnoitra and Grimmjow might know some information.

Thinking of this, he raised his head and said to the other three Great Voids: "No matter what the reason was for that Death God, it didn't cause any killing. It would be good to warn him when the time comes."

After hearing what he said, Aronillo became abnormally impatient, while Sal Apollo watched them with interest as if he was watching a show, and Black Daxu continued to rest.

Aronillo said in a slightly anxious voice: "Did those top Yachucas die in vain?"

Stark held his chin with one hand, feeling the friction from his stubble, and continued, with a different tone from before, but with helplessness: "It's time to warn that guy Nnoitra."

Since he started following the Grim Reaper, Nnoitra has begun to release his instincts. Even though it was obviously useless for him to devour Vastod, he still continued to kill people. It was really a headache to think about Nnoitra's character.

Of course, except for that person, thinking of this, he glanced at Aronillo imperceptibly.

Aronillo knew Stark's character and was unwilling to give up just like that. He would only have a chance if he pulled him into the same camp.

Now he couldn't even release his Zanpakutō, and he might not even be able to defeat a top-level Achukas who could form an Arrancar. He was just sitting here in the shell of Vastod, and for the sake of a certain Hollow, the two heads were spinning rapidly, ready to speak.

The black Hollow also spoke up at this time: "From the beginning to the end, the God of Death has left no one alive in the Hueco Mundo. If we let the tiger go back to the mountains, our kindness will be cruel to our compatriots."

After hearing this, Aronillo secretly gave a thumbs up to the black man Daxu. It made so much sense.

Planning to strike while the iron is hot: "Before this, I have never seen a god of death show mercy to a hollow."

"Stark," Aroniello called out, "How many of his fellow warriors have been saved by Anti-Mould over the years?"

After hearing his words, Stark, the Black Hollow, and Sal Apollo couldn't help but laugh, and felt a little sorry for Aaronilo, who was already at the top of Hueco Mundo, but couldn't release his Zanpakutō.

The Hueco Mundo has actually started to mention the word "compatriots". If the Shinigami of Soul Society heard this, wouldn't they be both amused and confused?

Stark said, "There is no news from Bylergan Luisenbon. How can he endure this situation?"

Sar Apollo also held his forehead and said, "That guy found out that the unfamiliar Vastod-class Hollow might be stronger than him, so he wiped out an Achucas army in a rage."

"Maybe he's still looking for games to vent his emotions." He said with a sneer, which was far from the submission he had said before.

"SO GA."

The black man glanced at him and said, "It's a bit surprising to hear this coming from you."

Sar Apollo smiled and said, "Hey, he's just a monster who is intoxicated by his own power and eager for quick results. But his ability is indeed very troublesome."

"You don't really think that Byergan Luisen will go there in person, do you, Zomali Lulu?"

The black man, also known as Zomali Lulu, nodded and said, "If he wasn't absolutely sure, it would be normal for that guy to send you as the vanguard."

After hearing his words, a flash of anger appeared in Sal Apollo's eyes.

Aaronilo suddenly stood up and said impatiently, "Harribel and Nellielu should be over." Then he looked at Stark.

Feeling Aronillo's gaze, Stark also stood up and said, "Let's go and meet the guests from afar."

"Yami should be in that state soon."

"Things are getting troublesome."

After saying this, he glanced around, noticing the solemnity of Zomari, the anxiety of Aronillo, and the calm madness of Sar Apollo, and said solemnly:

"After all, this is Hueco Mundo."

The noisy meeting suddenly became quiet.

Sal Apollo also stood up and said, "I will go change my clothes first. The banquet should be accompanied by formal attire."

"Elegance never goes out of style." The face that was neither male nor female looked very charming, and she walked back after saying this.

In addition to his, the other three cups of black tea were still steaming, no more, no less.

……

"Boom...boom...boom..."

A series of deafening noises rang out somewhere in Hueco Mundo.

A monster as tall as a ten-story building, dragging a centipede-like body behind it, was attacking the glass-transparent barrier in front of it. The strange thing was that on the left side of its body stood six thighs that were two stories high and required several people to hug.

Only the two middle legs on the right side were exposed, which were relatively more delicate, causing the body to tilt slightly. White fluid was flowing from the wounds on both sides, extending outwards little by little, revealing brand new flesh color.

There were six flesh-colored leg-shaped columns scattered on one side of the body, with blood still trickling out of them, vaguely revealing the red flesh hidden inside, which was neat and smooth, as if it had been cut off effortlessly.

The ground had already been dyed red.

The monster's punches were not fast, but each one was packed with terrifying power.

The dull sound was like a sledgehammer hitting the hearts of Daxu and the God of Death.

The brazen aura revealed a strong sense of oppression.

Aizen looked at the fist in front of him that was bigger than his entire body and kept swinging. Facing the power of each punch that could seriously injure an ordinary captain of Soul Society, he remained calm and unperturbed.

Duan Kong in front of him stood still and couldn't help but smile. As expected, Li Chuan was right. He should be the only one with that level of Hollow in the Hollow Mundo.

I'm also somewhat glad that if there was one more person, it would be much more difficult to subdue these guys.

Aizen smiled and shook off these unrealistic thoughts: "Your power is far from enough."

"Submit to me, and I will give you even more powerful strength. Your strength will reach its peak."

Yammy's face hardened after hearing his words. He had never been insulted like this in Hueco Mundo. Even Nnoitra's purpose was to provoke him.