Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 468: Wrong ascension ceremony

"Let's get started..."

Wilbur headed by 　　 in a suit and leather shoes, with a gold-inlaid cane in both hands, showed a gentleman's smile as always: "The ceremony of ascension to the gods is completed, only the last step is left."

　　 "Swallow... Michael."

　　Lord's eyelids are drooping, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and an unknown look flashes under his eyes, before Wilbur speaks its appeal.

　　 "Yes, that's it."

　　 All Wilbur Waterley raised their heads, naked and greedy eyes gathered, and the mouth gradually expanded to the limit, and then directly split and extended to the root of the ear: "Are we swallowing Michael first or you Kill us first?"

　　铮——

　　 The black Zanpaku knife pointed obliquely at the ground, Lord slowly raised his head, the surging spiritual pressure seemed to be tidal, wave after wave impacted the surrounding void, causing ripples visible to the naked eye. Endless waves of waves.

　　 Click...

　　, the ground that had been hit by the ground, now even more overwhelmed and moaned. The signs of cracking continue to radiate to the surroundings. The violent rising spiritual pressure is comparable to a blaze, friction burning the only remaining oxygen in the atmosphere, causing the surrounding The space presents a fuzzy and distorted appearance, as if it is a strange scene that has been ignited.

　　 "No matter how many times I feel it, it's still so shocking." Wilbur stared at the burning area and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Obviously, it looks like we are human, but it has something comparable to high-level angels. Strength, I really envy you."

　　 "Last words, are you finished?"

　　 Lord took a half step forward while holding the hilt of the pitch-black knife. The terrifying aura of the whole body that was enough to make the sky collapse, the earthquake trembled and collapsed, instantly fell down like a mountain whistling a tsunami.

　　 "The last sentence is left."

　　 Wilbur did not rush, tidyed up the messy clothes, then put his right hand on his abdomen, and his upper body bends forward slightly, making a fairly standard noble etiquette:

　　 "After all, this should be the third time we have met. As a gentleman, I haven't asked her husband's name. It's a bit rude."

　　"Although we are each other's enemies, if we do not know each other's name and fight, it is undoubtedly an insult to this great ceremony, and even more to the Waterley family.

　　 So please allow me, Viscount Wilbur Waterley, to show you the highest respect of the Waterley family. Could you tell me your name? "

　　 "My name...you Habach!"

　　 Lord sneered from the bottom of his heart, and then reported to the vest without expression: "Keep this name in your heart, because I will take everything from you, whether it's life... or hope!"

　　 It’s not that he doesn’t want to reveal his real name, or that he doesn’t have the dignity of a warrior, but a existence like Wilbur Waterley, who is proficient in many dark magics and has an unknown evil spirit behind him, freely revealing his real name. Extremely dangerous!

　　 In the Reaper’s power system, the'name' is a very important factor, and its meaning is somewhat similar to that of the spirit, so usually the real name of the Zanpaku Sword is called, and the Reaper can liberate powerful power. This is in the whole It is reflected everywhere in the article.

　　Once the real name is grasped by an evil existence like Wilbur, it is likely to cause unnecessary trouble, and even follow-up by the evil **** behind it. This is not impossible.

　　 So Lord believes that compared with his own life, the so-called dignity of a warrior... if you want to throw it, you have to throw it. Anyway, it hasn't happened much.

　　 "You Habach? I remember your name." Wilbur tapped his cane, nodded and chuckled: "When I succeed in devouring Michael ascend, I will make you beautiful The puppets are put away and allow you to retain your self-awareness."

　　 whimsical...

　　The corner of Lord's lips raised a touch of sarcasm, seeming to mock Wilbur's fantasies, and the spirit pressure between his hands was gathered on the blade, and he slashed directly at Wilbur on the other side.

　　铮——

　　 Along with the blade rubbing the scabbard, a spark was splashed when it was unsheathed, and the clear sound of the sword echoed above the ruins like a dragon.

　　 The spiritual pressure entwined on the blade's blade was suddenly magnified several times, like a waning moon gleaming cold and gloomy, cutting through the boundless night, and slowly descending as it descended.

　　 Yachiliu·Sword Do·Last quarter moon!

　　 Lord kept the action of throwing the knife, and there was a ripple in the bottom of his eyes, reflecting the sad and beautiful waning moon, but there was a kind of unspeakable coldness.

　　 Next moment.

　　The beautiful knife light shaped like a waning moon, in which there is a murderous burst of coldness hidden in it, passing by the crowd on the opposite bank like cutting wheat, splashing bright red flowers.

　　 The blood flows into a river, and the head rolls down.

　　 Tens of thousands of Wilbur Waterley's body stiffened, and then his head rolled to the ground. The cut surface of his neck was as smooth as a mirror. The head stared at a pair of unbelievable eyes, silently looking at the other side. Lord.

　　 "Yes, your knife skills are much sharper than when we met last time." The only remaining suit, Wilbur, smiled and applauded, saying, "It's a pity, to me It's useless."

The voice of 　　 fell, tens of thousands of Wilbur got up again, took his fallen head, pressed it on his neck again, and healed with the blink of an eye.

　　 "Forgot to remind you a little..."

　　 Tens of thousands of Wilbur looked at Lord, and they all showed weird smiles together: "The Wilbur you killed is actually just a defective product. Every one of me who appears in front of you now, They are all better individuals than Him!"

　　 "That is to say..."

　　"We have inherited his ability, and on this basis, we have further optimized it~IndoMTL.com~ has reached a point where it can be called perfect, and even touched it...only gods can The taboo area to meddle with!"

　　 Lines of sticky and greasy plasma followed Wilbur's body, slowly dripping onto the surrounding ruins, and gradually converged into a scarlet river, corroding and extracting the remaining life in the earth.

　　The river formed by the blood of tens of thousands of people spread across the ruins and every corner of the city. The earth gradually dried up and cracked at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the plants began to wither and evaporate. The strong rancid smell, turned into scarlet smoke, filled the atmosphere.

　　 A huge bright red formation suddenly emerged from the surface of the entire city. Numerous and numerous mantras were engraved in it, and the scarlet light rose to the sky, turning into a huge dome covering this area.

　　 "hiss——"

　　Lord just glanced at the formation, and felt dizzy, painful as if a steel needle was inserted and stirred, and there was a faint voice in his ear, whispering evil, as if he was telling something.

　　 As the faint scarlet smoke drifted away and gradually filled the entire formation, Lord could clearly feel that the life energy in his body was slowly flowing irreversibly.

　　 "No...no!"

　　 At this moment, Michael stared at the spells. On that beautiful face, there was a touch of horror, and he lost his voice: "The meaning of these spells is not a **** ascension ceremony at all, but... ...A summoning ceremony!"

　　"Summon...ritual?!"

　　 Lord looked terrified for an instant, a terrifying thought quietly emerged from his mind.