Death: Captain Millennium

The sudden change was like a storm that suddenly arrived, catching everyone off guard.

The Quincy were completely unprepared for this sudden situation and were instantly thrown into chaos, being beaten dizzy and at a loss.

In stark contrast, the Soul Reapers of Soul Society were well prepared and on high alert, with everything under control.

Eleventh Division

"Captain! The Quincy Army has appeared!"

Faced with such an urgent situation, Kenpachi Zaraki seemed unusually calm, and even responded impatiently: "It's so boring!" He kicked out Ikkaku of Madarame who came to report.

Kenpachi Zaraki smiled excitedly as he carried Asauchi. He could fight to his heart's content again. He then turned to look at his vice-captain, Yachiru, and asked loudly, "Yachiru, do you smell the blood in the air?"

Before Kenpachi Zaraki could finish his question, Yachiru suddenly appeared from the beam like a ghost, and answered in an extremely strange posture while hanging upside down: "Xiaojian! I feel it, about 400 meters to the northwest, the shadow there seems to be crying..."

"Northwest? Kenpachi is directionally challenged and doesn't even know which direction is northwest."

"Over there, Ajian!"

With a point of Yachiru's little hand, Kenpachi Zaraki broke through the wall like a gust of wind and rushed straight towards the northwest.

"Bald, lead the soldiers to follow!"

Yachiru quickly grabbed Kenpachi Zaraki's hair and went with him, leaving the command of the team to Ikkaku Madarame.

Wherever Kenpachi Zaraki passed, those sturdy buildings collapsed under the weight of his powerful and violent spiritual pressure, and dust flew everywhere, covering the sky and the sun.

After crashing down several walls in succession, Kenpachi Zaraki finally found these Quincies.

"Hahahahahaha, I finally found you guys!"

Kenpachi Zaraki looked at the group of little Karami in front of him and burst into laughter. At this moment, he was like a ferocious beast, exuding a terrifying aura.

He gripped his Zanpakutō tightly with both hands and swung it with all his might. A stream of incredibly sharp sword energy whistled out, fiercely slashing towards the ground. With a resounding bang, the ground was forcibly torn apart, revealing a bottomless ravine before everyone.

And within that shadowy area, a mysterious Quincy wearing a bird-beak mask slowly emerged. Behind him, followed closely by an entire army of fully armed Holy Soldiers.

Despite facing the aggressive Zaraki Kenpachi, the Quincy showed no sign of retreating. Instead, he tightly gripped the Holy Bow in his hand, staring intently at the formidable opponent before him.

At the same time, a trickle of blood had flowed out from the corner of Kenpachi Zaraki's mouth, but he didn't care about it. Instead, his smile became more hideous and terrifying.

He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, then said in a provocative tone, "Hehehe, before this real battle begins, I'll let you serve as my warm-up partners!"

After saying that, he raised the Zanpakuto in his hand again and pounced towards the Quincy and the Holy Army behind him.

Rukongai West

After completing the evacuation of the residents of Rukongai, Soi Fong and Toushirou were rushing back to the Soul Society. On their way, they encountered a group of Quincy Saint Soldiers.

Instantly, a tense atmosphere permeated the air, and a fierce battle began. Soi Fong flashed, appearing before a Quincy like a ghost. Her Sparrow Hornet, a gleaming icy light, swiftly brought it to bear, hovering just inches from the Quincy's throat. At that moment, clad in her black Death Hegemony uniform, Soi Fong seemed to blend into the night, making her presence undetectable.

At the same time, a hundred meters away, Toushirou's icicles slowly solidified, emanating a bone-chilling chill from the young captain. He frowned, his gaze icy as he glanced around and said, "Have these despicable creatures been hiding in the Seireitei all this time? The spiritual pressure emanating from them is truly disgusting!"

It didn't take long before the two of them wiped out this group of holy soldiers, leaving no one alive.

As the two men cleaned up the battlefield, Soi-Fong's divine messenger on her waist suddenly lit up with a complex code. After some deciphering, Mayuri Kurotsuchi's distinctive raspy voice rang out, "Captain Soi-Fong, please be sure to leave a few of these alive and send them back to the Technical Development Bureau for our research."

Upon hearing this request, Soi Fong couldn't help but respond with some annoyance, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I just wiped out all the enemies here. But it doesn't matter. The Soul Society is full of Quincies now. It shouldn't be difficult to obtain some research specimens, right?"

At the same time, the cries of killing in the Soul Society were like thunder, resounding through the sky. The deafening sound seemed to break through the sky, and it made people feel terrified.

A fierce battle was unfolding between the Shinigami and the Quincies. On the battlefield, flames shot up into the sky, smoke filled the air, and shouts and cries of fighting filled the air.

The corpses of the Quincy's holy soldiers were lying all over the ground, their blood dyed the earth red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

What is strange is that despite the fierce battle, up to this moment, none of the Quincy's high-end combat forces have appeared. This is really unbelievable.

"Humph, that's all the Quincy is. They're all useless trash."

Hisagi Shuhei dismissively swung his bloodstained Zanpakutō, a fearless expression on his face. His eyes betrayed his disdain for the Quincy, as if victory was already assured.

"Xiu Bing! Don't underestimate the enemy. These are just the miscellaneous soldiers of the Quincy. Their true strength has yet to be revealed. Don't forget, a thousand years ago, these Quincy were extremely powerful. Now, a thousand years have passed. We must not let our guard down."

Komamura Daigouzi said this with a serious expression, his eyes fixed on the front, not daring to relax at all.

This time, the Soul Society took the initiative and successfully forced out the Quincies who had been hiding in the dark corners, but facing the unknown powerful enemy, he still did not dare to be careless.

A sickening smell of blood permeated the air of Division 12, and the members of the Technical Development Bureau were busy in a tense and orderly manner.

Under Kurotsuchi Mayuri's command, they carefully placed the bodies of the Quincies one by one into the huge culture tanks.

The moment the corpse came into contact with the culture tank, sticky blood gushed out like a broken dam, quickly merging with the transparent culture fluid to form a strange and turbid liquid.

Kurotsuchi Mayuri stood nearby, watching all this with great interest. His narrow eyes gleamed with excitement, as if he were looking at countless precious experimental materials before him.

"Not bad!"

Kurotsuchi Mayuri nodded in satisfaction, his lips curling up slightly into a sinister grin. "These research specimens are really piling up. This time, I should have enough for me to develop some new and interesting gadgets."

The only drawback is that all the Quincy specimens sent so far are corpses, but this has not dampened Kurotsuchi Mayuri's enthusiasm for research.

On the contrary, he was secretly thinking about how to dig out more valuable information from these dead samples and use them to promote his scientific research progress.