Chapter 431 The One Chosen by Loneliness

Whether the enemy agrees or not is unknown, but someone has already given the answer to the question.

"What discouraging words are you saying to me, Stark!" A little girl with green hair kicked Stark down from the sky, pointed at Aronillo and continued: "Will this guy be convinced if he is not given a good beating!"

"Stark, Lilinette!" Sunsun was relieved, "You are here!"

"Hey, Sunsun!" Stark didn't seem angry at all, lying on the ground and waving his back to the three people, "Sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time, leave it to me here!"

Can it really be entrusted? Haiyan felt a sense of distrust inexplicably.

The girl named Lilinette reacted more violently, stepping on Stark's head again, and said angrily: "It's because you are dragging your feet! Also, it's not "me", it's us!"

Jackie couldn't help twitching a few times at the corner of her eyes, and the atmosphere suddenly became strange. Also, are these two people really reliable?

Casting her eyes to Sunsun, the latter did not speak, but silently released his return blade. This is the best explanation. The battlefield no longer needs her, or they don't need to pay attention to it.

Stark and Lilynette are still arguing about the question of "I" or "we". Aronilo suddenly laughed ferociously, interrupting their argument and arrogantly said: "Your argument is meaningless. Anyway..."

"Anyway, they will be swallowed by us!"

The red light gathered on his chest. Haiyan guaranteed that this was the largest Void he had ever seen. It was almost as big as Aronilo himself just by condensing it in a hurry.

Having swallowed nearly three thousand Hollows and inherited their spiritual pressure and abilities, Aronilo believed that his spiritual pressure far exceeded that of everyone present.

As a Killian, he could not release the Void of the King Hollow like the other Ten Blades, but he was confident that with the spiritual pressure of more than three thousand Hollows, his Void would not be weaker than that of the King Hollow!

Don't turn into ashes, otherwise, you will miss out on your fun.

The sudden explosion of the virtual flash that filled the entire space also made Haiyan and others understand that the opponent was just torturing them like playing with prey after returning to the blade.

"Be careful!"

Haiyan reminded loudly. Although Stark stood up again, he stood there motionless as if he was asleep, and was about to be swallowed by the terrifying red.

"Don't you want to deal with this guy, Stark?" Lilynette asked in a deep voice. Stark beside her had a blank expression, but it could be seen that he was a little more serious than before.

He didn't see any movement. The dark hole under the collarbone quickly condensed a group of blue light, and then, with almost no interval, it turned into a beam and collided with the opponent's virtual flash.

The huge spiritual pressure instantly lost control and exploded. The huge roar shook the heart and made it ache. The gentle wind seemed to turn into a wall, hitting people's heads again and again.

But even so, the three people behind Stark did not suffer a more serious impact. The sound and wind and waves were not even the aftermath of the explosion.

This can only mean one thing. When both Arrancars used Hollow Flash, the guy named Stark was the last to attack but he was the first to attack, completely suppressing the direction of the explosion to the other side.

This is really unheard of. As a god of death, he is very familiar with the signature skill of the Hollow - Hollow Flash. After condensing a large amount of spiritual pressure, it is released in one go. It is powerful and takes a long time to prepare.

In other words, the power of Hollow Flash is proportional to the preparation time. The Hollow Flash released by Aronil is already terrifying. This Arrancar named Stark can counter it without even condensing it properly?

If he condenses it properly, how terrifying will the Hollow Flash he releases be? Butterfly Mound, can he take it?

Many questions came to Haiyan's mind, but this was not a good time to ask questions, and he couldn't ask Stark these questions directly.

"Ah, although it's troublesome, it doesn't seem necessary." Stark patted the back of his head and asked helplessly: "You won't stop the meaningless behavior of devouring your own kind, right?"

"Ah?" Aronilo was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Devour our own kind, isn't it the fate of us Hollows to evolve continuously? You should be a great Hollow of the Yachukas level. If you can't make it to the last step, it means failure."

"Very desperate, right?" Aronilo spread his hands flat, "But I'm different from you. I will evolve infinitely. Do you understand? You will all be the nutrients for my evolution!"

"Very desperate..." Stark sighed lightly and looked at Lilinette beside him, "Right?"

"What strange things are you expecting, Stark?"

Lilinette seemed a little disdainful, and lowered her head and muttered to herself: "No one will understand us like Diezhong, understand our..."

Loneliness...

Stark is special. Since he regained consciousness, he has been lonely. No one can get close to him. The existence that mistakenly enters his territory will disappear by itself and become the nutrients for his evolution.

Hunting is a hope for other Achucas, a difficulty that must be overcome helplessly, and a fate that must be advanced or retreated.

But for Stark, it is a burden. Hueco Mundo is lonely, and his Hueco Mundo is even more dead silent. It's like a frog that jumps out of a deep well. It can see a wider world, but it still feels like it is in that small world.

"Oh, I'm really afraid of trouble. Devouring my own kind and becoming a king or something like that would be extremely troublesome."

Stark said, gently caressing Lilinite's forehead with his right hand, but staring at Aronillo in front of him, "Obviously they are all the same kind, but their goal is to make themselves unique. The value of the word "similar" is different. What is it?”

"Hahaha, how can we be the same kind? The ten blades represent the power of death and death. I represent swallowing. This is the identity given to us by Hueco Mundo. Everyone is lonely."

Aronillo's answer was correct. Stark once thought so too, and he also resisted this damn loneliness until that man appeared in front of him.

"It's really not easy to be by your side. You are very unique."

"Didn't you just come over here, Death?" Stark's first impression of this man was not good. "Are you here to kill me? I don't like fighting, but I won't just sit back and die. If you really I'm very strong, so it's not bad to die in your hands. On the other hand, I won't be soft and let you go."

The man smiled and rubbed his nose, "Like you, I don't like fighting. Of course, I think you are also similar to me, that is, you like to have companions."

"You are the one chosen by loneliness. You must be very distressed, right?"