"It's really ruthless......

Chojiro, who was still in the forty-third district, the mat grass, rubbed his hand against the blood stains on the ground that had not yet dried, and from Reiko, he could feel the cruelty and ferocity of the exterminators. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

But in the face of such a situation, the Corpse Soul Realm was helpless.

In the entire Silent Spirit Court, there were only a dozen or so people who could defeat the captain level or above. However, in the more than eighty districts of Soul Street, no one knew where the Exterminator Division would appear, and the number of people could not be distributed, so they could only let each captain patrol on Soul Street, and then rush to the scene of the accident as soon as possible.

Of course, there are times of good luck, for example, the current Di Chun Yiye happened to be at the place of the accident, so he was the first to fight the exterminator head-on.

But this is not a long-term solution after all, and luck will not always favor the Grim Reaper.

"Vice-Captain! Vice Captain of the Finch Division! ”

"What's the matter?"

The cries of an ordinary Grim Reaper interrupted Chojiro's musings.

"I feel the spiritual pressure from the direction of District 40!"

"District Forty? It should be the direction of Di Chun......"

There shouldn't be any problems with Di Chun here, but I always feel that it's better to go over and have a look.

What will happen......

"All the members of the organization, follow me immediately!"

With a wave of his hand, Chojiro led the Legion of Death in the direction of the Fortieth District.

……………………………………

“……”

Looking at Credo, whose spiritual pressure had risen in front of him because of the so-called 'Holy Court Singing', Di Chun didn't even say a word.

"Why, are you so scared that you can't even speak? Death! ”

Credo thought that his momentum had completely suppressed Di Chun, and he couldn't help but start to get proud.

"Bored, go back."

But Di Chun took the greatly increased ability of Credo as air, turned around and carried the knife on his shoulder, intending to leave without looking back.

"Wait a minute! Are you afraid of me? ”

didn't expect the other party to make such a move, and Credo immediately spoke provocatively.

"You're stupid, don't you hurry back if you leave your life alive."

Di Chun stood up and whispered to Credo behind him.

"Who are you talking about......"

"This thing of yours does increase your spiritual pressure and mobility, but ......"

Di Chun turned his head, looked at Credo coldly, and said, "You have lost even the most basic calm, what else is there to fight?" ”

"Are you saying I'm going to lose?"

"It's so troublesome, it can be over in a flash."

"Are you saying that with this absolute ability bestowed by His Majesty, I will lose??"

"Don't underestimate me!!"

Completely ignoring the wounds on his body that had been cut out by Di Chun, Credo rushed towards Di Chun, who was ashamed in his eyes, with his fastest speed.

In the blink of an eye, he approached Di Chun's back.

Ten meters, five meters, three meters, one meter......

"Huh!"

In the end, Di Chun didn't turn around.

No, he turned around.

However, we do not see when to turn around, when to raise the knife, when to swing the knife.

Even Credo didn't see it, because by the time he felt himself being chopped, the blood had stained his world red.

"Look, it's all said to be over in one fell swoop."

Without taking another look at Credo, who fell to the ground behind him and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, Di Chun took another step.

"Smack."

“？”

A strange sound suddenly emitted in the air stopped Di Chun's footsteps.

"Bang!"

The space was shattered from within, and out of it came a man in a black cloak.

“…… Who is it? ”

Di Chun looked up at the man in black who was looking down at Wandering Soul Street in the air.

I can't feel the pressure, I can't feel the emotion, and I can't even ......

I don't feel angry.

It is completely more than the god of death can carry the word 'death'.

It's so deep that you can't touch it.

The hand lightly rested on the other party's white feather weaving, and all this seemed so abrupt.

"Are you the captain of the Eighth Team, Di Chun Yiye?"

The man stood beside Di Chun and asked in a low voice.

“！！！”

When?

Even his movements could not be captured......

No......

Had he been by my side from the beginning?

"I see......"

The corners of Di Chun's mouth lifted, revealing his beast-like fangs for the first time.

"Are you the boss of the enemy?"

"A man like a rumor, Di Chun Yiye."

The man glanced at Di Chun out of the corner of his eye, and said lightly: "With just one sword, he defeated the thirteenth commander of the Silver Cross Knights who used the 'Holy Singing', and he is worthy of being a person who has captain-level strength a hundred years ago." ”

"Hmph, don't mention that kind of rookie-like goods, I think you seem to be able to make me more enjoyable, why don't we have a fight."

Throwing off the knife on his shoulder, Di Chun's extinguished fire of war desire burned strongly again.

"Woo ......"

Raising his hand, the man just lightly blocked the pressure exerted by Di Chun.

"Don't worry, I'm naturally here to fight, but ......"

The man smiled slightly, staring at Di Chun with cold thought.

"Let's put some conditions."

"Conditions?"

Di Chun raised an eyebrow, this was the first time someone had said such a thing in a battle.

"If I win, how about you join us as a 'special force'?"

"Hmph, is it that I am trying to survive if I lose?" Di Chun put on his usual fighting posture: "This kind of thing is better to wait for you to win." ”

"That's what I said......"

"Solve !!"

Without warning, Di Chun used his last hole card.

It's not because you feel powerless, it's not because you're afraid.

It's just because I want to completely let go of the fight.

There is no need to worry about whether the trembling Soul Gate hiding in the room can withstand his spiritual pressure, and there is no need to care about whether his strength will bring harm to the Soul Street.

Let go of everything to fight, don't need to take care of anything, do whatever it takes, annihilate the opponent.

This is the highest battle order issued by Yamamoto Shigekuni, the chief captain of the 13th Imperial Court.

"Hula-la-la-la!"

Black flames did not emerge from the knife, but from Di Chun's body, spreading to the surface of his body.

Not only that, but the flame turned into a black pillar of fire and rushed into the sky, and then suddenly exploded, turning into a rain of black fire and falling on the ground, burning everything in the Soul Street in the Fortieth District.

Burning the spirit son on a large scale, making up for the spiritual pressure that he has been consuming, so as to maintain the state of the peak of spiritual pressure, this is Di Chun Yiye's swastika -

"The Black Hell is on fire."

Covered in the black hellfire that can devour everything, like the king of Hades, he pressed down on the man who was the leader of the exterminator with his own momentum and spiritual pressure.

But the man didn't move.

"Is this the Swastika?"

"Hey, don't just stand up and say ......"

The speed of swinging the knife was also unprecedentedly fast, and in the blink of an eye, the black fire was already burning above the man's head.

"Let's see for yourself!!"

"Bang!"

“！”

The sword burning with the black flames of hell slashed through the mountains and seas.

But in the face of such a crazy swastika, the man just smiled slightly, and blocked Di Chun's attack with his raised left arm.

The sleeves of the white uniform had been burned by the chaotic black flames, and the blade had already slashed a few centimeters into the flesh, but that was all.

It's an extravagant hope to cut a little more.

"It's worthy of a swastika, no, it should be said that it is worthy of yours."

As if nothing had happened, the man whispered with a hint of a smile: "If there is no 'Static Blood Outfit', I'm afraid this arm will be cut off, right?" ”

At this time, Di Chun noticed that there were some light red lines on the man's arm where he was cut.

It's like a substance coming up from under the skin, and it's uncomfortable.

"Okay, then ......"

The man reached his right hand to his waist, and his left hand remained raised with a hideous smile. Slowly drew his saber.

"I think it's time for you to come and be a guest with us."