Death: Captain Millennium

"Rest in peace, evil Quincy brat!"

As the cold yet majestic voice of "Execute Nai Wugang" rang out, it seemed as if the whole world was shaking.

Then, a huge black and white scale shadow suddenly appeared in the sky, a hundred meters tall. This shadow was like a giant tower that reached from heaven to earth, emitting a terrifying aura that made people's hearts flutter.

On the left side of the scales were piles of wreckage from the city that had been burned down by Buzzby. Thick smoke and blazing flames were still rising from these wreckages, as if telling of the destruction and disaster they had suffered. On the right side, the figure of the shivering blue-haired boy in the Silver Frame City orphanage clearly emerged.

At this moment, there was a crisp sound of shattering, and the "karma" plate actually crushed the "compensation" plate.

In an instant, Buzby's legs seemed to be hit by an invisible force. They suddenly began to carbonize and quickly turned into wisps of flying ash that floated in the air.

After completing all this, the executor Nai Wu Gang sheathed his sword with an expressionless face, then turned around gracefully. The whole set of movements was done in one go, as smooth as flowing water, without any sense of drag.

However, at this moment, Buzby stared at his gradually disappearing legs, his face filled with disbelief and horror. The flames emanating from the wounds, like ferocious venomous snakes, snaked their way up his body, madly burning his soul.

Although his incomplete holy body tried desperately to retreat, he was shocked to find that every time he took a step with his sickle kick, a deep sin mark would be left on the ground, and this sin mark would continue to deepen and spread, as if even the space itself had become a terrible instrument of judgment and torture.

"No...this is impossible..."

Buzby screamed in despair, his voice filled with resentment and fear. He could not accept the cruel reality before him. As a powerful wielder of the Holy Word H, he had actually been defeated by the hands of the Executioner Taketsuna.

At the same time, blue-grey ash slowly drifted down from the sky above Seireitei. These ashes fell like snowflakes, each tiny speck of dust carrying the memory and traces of Bazby's past existence in this world.

The executor, Wu Gang, bent down and gently picked up a broken fragment of the star and cross emblem on the ground. In the sunlight, the fragment shone with a faint light, symbolizing the light of victory in the first battle.

"Your Majesty! The spiritual pressure of the executioner Taketsuna has been detected, and not only that..."

Haschwalth, who was in charge of monitoring the fluctuations of spiritual pressure, reported to Yhwach, who was sitting on the throne, in a trembling voice.

At the moment when Nai Wugang was about to go into battle, Hasward, who had always been calm and composed, could no longer maintain his composure. His face instantly turned as pale as paper, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and his face was full of horror.

The executor Nai Wugang was killed by them using insidious and cunning means a thousand years ago!

But now this person actually appeared alive in Soul Society again!

Could it be possible for the god of death to be resurrected after death? As soon as this thought came to mind, even Haschwalth himself found it unbelievable.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound was suddenly heard, and everyone looked closely to see that the originally extremely sturdy armrest of the throne had been angrily crushed into powder by Yhwach.

In reality, Haschwalth's warning wasn't necessary; Yhwach had already sensed the familiar spiritual pressure reaction of the original captains. It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly realized he had fallen into a carefully planned trap from the very beginning!

The most difficult thing for Yhwach to accept was not that he was being plotted against, but that when he carefully felt and analyzed the spiritual pressure released by these first-generation captains, he suddenly discovered that the strength of each of them seemed to be on par with his current state!

This is simply unbelievable. It's okay that these captains are alive, but what's wrong with their strength? It's too strong!

He did not see this scene in the incomplete future. Could it be that there was a deviation in his omniscience and omnipotence?

Before Yhwach and the Sterncross Knights could even react, Bazby's spiritual pressure suddenly surged like a volcanic eruption! However, this astonishing outburst only lasted a moment, then quickly receded like a tide until it completely disappeared without a trace.

"Bazby..."

Haschwalth's eyes were hollow as he muttered to himself. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, and his lips were bitten, bleeding from them.

To Haschwald, the disappearance of the spiritual pressure reaction was obvious: it meant that Bazby was dead.

All this happened so quickly, in just a few minutes! The fact that Buzby was killed so easily by the enemy was like a heavy hammer hitting Haschwald's heart, making it difficult for him to accept this cruel reality no matter what.

Buzby was his childhood friend! How could he not be heartbroken to see him die so suddenly in battle?

"Your Majesty, how should we deal with this situation?"

Penida Pacaja looked anxiously at Hasward, who was still immersed in the sad news of Buzby's death, and asked anxiously.

The situation is extremely critical at this moment. Any hesitation may lead to an irretrievable situation. We must make a decision immediately.

Yhwach's face was utterly gloomy, veins bulging on his forehead, and his eyes blazed with fire, as if he were about to incinerate everything before him. He gritted his teeth and uttered, "Pass my order. All members of the Sterncross Knights are to disperse and break out to Hueco Mundo immediately. The Royal Guards will remain with me to cover the rear!"

Everyone present was shocked when these words were spoken. After all, allowing the Stern Cross Knights to disperse and break out meant giving up the advantage of concentrating their forces against the enemy, but there was no other option at this point.

And Yhwach's decision to personally lead the guards to cover the retreat further demonstrated his responsibility as a king.

At this moment, Yhwach's heart was filled with endless anger and humiliation. When had he, the son of the Soul King and the forefather of the Quincy, ever faced such a dire situation? This situation was a profound humiliation.

He couldn't understand how those first-generation captains, who had long been dead, could be resurrected. What shocked him even more was that not only did these guys survive, but their strength had skyrocketed to such a terrifying level!

Could it be that there really was a mysterious force manipulating all of this? The more Yhwach thought about it, the more incredible it seemed to him, and at the same time, he felt an unprecedented sense of confusion.

At this point, he had no choice but to regain his omniscience and omnipotence before making any plans.

"Death God! I, Yhwach, will remember this!"