Death: Captain Millennium

"Cockscomb! Perhaps you've misunderstood a crucial point from the very beginning. The Scales of Sin don't operate the way you imagine. Its criteria for judgment are clear and unambiguous. Whoever launches an attack must pay the corresponding price!"

A sneer of disdain played across the corners of Wu Gang's mouth. He knew all about Bazby's schemes. This overconfident fellow actually wanted him to bear the blame for the massacre of civilians. It was simply wishful thinking.

"Damn it!!!"

Buzby roared with uncontrollable fury, his voice deafening. At this moment, he felt like a clown being manipulated at will, and all his calculations and plans were instantly shattered.

What's worse is that since both his hands are disabled, his fighting ability has plummeted to the lowest point.

"Stop struggling in vain, little Quincy. Accept your fate and rest in peace."

The Executor, Taketsuna, had lost interest in teasing Bazby. With a simple wave of his arm, the Scale of Sin in his hand suddenly transformed into a gleaming Zanpakutō. With a flick of his wrist, a piercing blade whistled out, heading straight for Bazby.

Unexpectedly, facing this fatal blow, Buzby not only didn't show any fear, but instead laughed wildly towards the sky as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world: "Hahahaha... Rest in peace? The one who should really rest in peace is you!"

His eyes, which had originally been burning with rage, underwent a startling change. The anger gradually faded, replaced by a star-like light, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it.

Then a jaw-dropping scene appeared. Buzby began to emit a dazzling light, like a flashing light bulb, shining brightly and glitteringly.

At the same time, a unique and mysterious ornament slowly materialized above his head. It resembled a crown of flames, with blazing flames dancing and entwining around it, emitting a fiery aura and powerful energy fluctuations.

Not only that, orange-red sacred lines began to emerge on the surface of his body. These lines were as complex and exquisite as ancient runes, winding along the lines of his muscles, decorating his body like a fine work of art.

The pair of enormous flaming wings behind him vanished in an instant, replaced by six pairs of light wings condensed from spirit particles. These wings were crystal clear, emitting a soft spiritual light. When they waved gently, a breeze swept across the surroundings.

Finally, above his head, a cone-shaped starlight suddenly lit up, and then a five-pointed star symbolizing the identity of the Quincy slowly emerged, flashing with majestic light.

This was the Perfect Saint Body that Buzby had been hiding! Deep down, he didn't want to use this ultimate form easily.

In his opinion, it was a great shame to have to show his most powerful strength just to face a captain-level Death God.

But the current situation does not allow him to hesitate any longer. If he does not use all his strength, he will probably die.

"Oh? It's interesting."

The sharp blade that Wu Gang had just swung melted and dissipated quickly the moment it came into contact with Bazby's body, just like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun, turning into nothingness.

He stood with his knife sheathed, his gaze fixed on Buzby, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. It was obvious that this was the first time he had seen Buzby in such a strange and bizarre state.

"Burning Fingers: Final Chapter!"

Following this roar, Bazby's perfect holy body suddenly blossomed into a dazzling Seraph halo in the dark night sky, like a blazing sun, brilliant and blazing.

The six pairs of huge spirit light wings suddenly opened with astonishing power, instantly burning the surrounding clouds into pieces, as if pierced by flames.

At the moment his wings folded, a pillar of deep blue fire fell like a spear of judgment from the sky, carrying a force that could destroy the world.

Wherever the column of fire passed, the air was burned and distorted, making crackling sounds.

Deep in the cold eyes of the Executioner Nai Wugang, the horrifying scene in the pillar of fire was clearly reflected. A total of 3,700 hideous and extremely distorted human faces were struggling and howling in pain.

These human faces are the souls of countless innocent lives that Buzby has killed with his own hands over the long years since his birth.

At the same time, the bronze scale appeared out of thin air again in the air. The eye-catching word "Karma" engraved on the tray on its left seemed to come alive. The scale began to rise rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it approached the extremely dangerous critical point.

There was only a cold announcement: "The contract is established." The scales of punishment held tightly in Wu Gang's hand suddenly began to move rapidly. The pillar of fire that had been rushing down with great momentum suddenly split into nine hundred black chains that flashed with strange light in the blink of an eye.

The chains, as if alive, charged at Buzby. Buzby, who had always believed in the power of his Burning Finger: Finale, was now horrified. Before he could react, the chains had already tightly wrapped around him.

For a moment, Buzby's screams resounded through the sky, even mixed with the shrill shrieks of countless dead souls.

The supposedly indestructible Jingxue Suit quickly developed densely packed honeycomb-like holes under the burning of this terrifying karmic fire.

The once majestic spiritual light wings now became tattered, and each feather seemed to have turned into a charred baby crying non-stop. They greedily gnawed at the energy in Bazbiwan's holy body, causing his strength to drain rapidly.

"Why?!!"

Buzby's eyes widened in disbelief. His mind was like a cauldron, a flood of questions surging in his mind.

He couldn't understand why he was still judged by the scales when he had just used all his strength to attack and had cleverly avoided the buildings below, and he had never massacred civilians from beginning to end?

At this moment, Nai Wugang's cold voice rang out, "I forgot to tell you, the judgment of the Scale of Sin is far more complex than it seems. Its scope isn't limited to the present moment, but extends to the target's entire timeline. In other words, every act of murder committed by the enemy throughout their life will be recorded in meticulous detail, and they will be judged fairly at this moment."

"Can you still play like this?"

The captains watching from afar were dumbfounded. Was the executive captain's Zanpakutō power so abnormal? Was he going to let anyone live?