Death: Captain Millennium

"Ukitake! This way, this way."

As soon as Ukitake stepped into the meeting room, Shunsui couldn't wait to wave and shout to him.

Fuzhu looked in the direction of the sound and saw Shunsui waving at him with a broad smile on his face. He couldn't help but feel a pang of foreboding. Because every time Shunsui showed this frivolous smile, it was sure to bring bad luck.

"What's up?"

Ukitake asked while trying to appear calm, but he was actually very nervous inside.

Shunsui, however, seemed completely oblivious to Ukitake's uneasiness. Instead, he asked with unusual concern, "How are you feeling lately?"

Ukitake was slightly taken aback. Why was Shunsui suddenly concerned about my health? Something must be wrong when things are out of the ordinary! But on the surface, he still pretended to be nonchalant and replied, "Well...it's still the same. You are well aware of my health."

As he spoke, Ukitake coughed twice, fittingly to enhance his credibility. After all, feigning illness to avoid heavy workloads was a tried-and-true tactic he'd always employed.

Shunsui seemed to have anticipated Ukitake's response, and continued, "We're about to launch the final assault on Yhwach. Considering your poor health, I went to great lengths to ask the captain-general to let you take charge of the First Division. This way, you can stay in the rear and recuperate. How's that? A real brother, isn't it?"

Chunshui even deliberately raised his voice, as if he was afraid that Lin Yu and others not far away could not hear him. His conspiracy was simply impeccable.

"broken!"

Ukitake secretly groaned in his heart. He thought he could get away with it by pretending to be sick, but he didn't expect that his cleverness would backfire and he fell into the trap carefully designed by Kyoraku Shunsui. At this moment, he really regretted his decision!

"Tsk tsk! This kid..."

Lin Yu was amused. He and Bayunzhai had just tricked Chunshui, but this guy turned around and tricked Fuzhu. He was indeed an intelligence officer, with a very quick mind.

"Silence! A combat meeting against the Quincy will now begin. Everyone, please pay attention to the following arrangements."

As Lin Yu finished speaking, the originally noisy conference room suddenly became quiet, and everyone turned their eyes to Lin Yu standing in front of them.

Lin Yu looked around and saw that most of the people in the conference room were present, so he took a deep breath and slowly said: "After our discussion, the following is the specific deployment of this operation..." He described every step and detail in detail to ensure that everyone could clearly understand their tasks and responsibilities.

The first generation captains said nothing and just closed their eyes to rest. They just did whatever Lin Yu arranged for them to do. This scene attracted the attention of the new generation captains. Where did this group of people come from? They were still dozing off while the captain was speaking?

Since the captains who were unaware of the truth stepped into the meeting room, they have never taken their eyes off the group of mysterious people.

These individuals, clad in captain's haori, radiated a powerful spiritual pressure, their extraordinary strength evident at first glance. They were filled with curiosity and doubt about these strangers, secretly speculating about their identities and origins.

When Lin Yu revealed the answer and told everyone that these people were the captains of the first generation of the Gotei 13, everyone showed expressions of sudden enlightenment.

Although the reasons for the sudden return of the first generation captains are still unclear, this does not affect the upcoming battle at all.

After all, with such a group of powerful predecessors as their backing, this fierce battle with the Quincy will definitely be one-sided.

At the same time, Yhwach and the Stern Cross Knights were also holding a combat meeting.

"Your Majesty, after this fierce battle, the Holy Army's casualty rate has reached 83%!"

Penida Pacaja's slender and flexible nerve tentacles danced rapidly in the void. As they moved, brilliant streams of data flashed across like meteors, clearly presenting various detailed information.

Penida Pacaja continued, "Through in-depth analysis of the remaining soul debris on the battlefield, we've discovered that Soul Society hasn't yet deployed their most powerful captains. This is truly puzzling..."

However, at this moment, Yhwach, who was sitting on the tall throne, suddenly raised his hand and waved it gently, directly interrupting Penida Pacaja's report.

His deep eyes narrowed slightly, and his fingertips slowly stroked the exquisite armrests of the throne, as if he was deep in thought.

After a moment, Yhwach smiled with interest and said, "Haha, how interesting! Those damned Death Gods clearly knew where we were hiding, but instead of launching a large-scale, fierce attack, they're slowly mowing down our Holy Army. I wonder what they're planning?"

At this time, Yhwach had not yet regained his terrifying power of omniscience and omnipotence. Faced with such a strange situation, he found it difficult to accurately grasp the true intentions of these death gods for a moment.

"Your Majesty! The Holy Soldiers in the third, seventh, and ninth areas have been completely wiped out. It's time for us to launch a counterattack."

Hasward suddenly took a step forward and thrust the giant sword in his hand, which symbolized the power of balance, into the center of the huge spirit sandbox in front of him.

In an instant, the star and cross emblems on both sides of the sword flashed with mysterious light and shadow that alternated between light and dark and changed unpredictably. The whole scene seemed extremely depressing.

"Bazby, you go first and ignite the concentrated spirit particle flame. Since the God of Death enjoys slaughtering our holy soldiers so much, let them also taste the pain of being slaughtered."

Yhwach waved his hand and gave the order.

After hearing the order, Buzby's eyes flashed with excitement, and he responded loudly: "Yes, Your Majesty! I will not fail in my mission!"

Haschwalth, standing by, said, "Your Majesty! Should we send a few more men to assist Bazby? The captains of the Gotei 13 may not be the strongest, but they should not be underestimated. Bazby alone would probably struggle."

"Hastwald! What do you mean? Do you think I can't handle those so-called captains of the Gotei 13 on my own? You underestimate me! His Majesty has already made the arrangements, why are you barking like a dog?"

Before Yhwach could answer, Buzby roared in anger, not appreciating the concern of his childhood friend at all.

Haschwalth remained calm in the face of Bazby's wrath. "Bazby, I don't underestimate you. It's just that the enemy is numerous, and the captains of the Gotei 13 each have their own specialties. It's better to be safe than sorry. I'm only suggesting this out of concern for your safety."

Buzby snorted coldly, ignored Haschwald and turned away.

"Your Majesty, I think Haschwalth is right."

Yaskin Nakruval also stood up. It was not that he looked down on Bazby, but he agreed with Hasward's proposal from the perspective of the overall goal of eliminating the Grim Reaper.