Chapter 443 Nnoitra

Nnoitra was so angry that he laughed, but he didn't say anything. The more he laughed, the crazier and creepier he became.

"Desler, come out! Desler!"

Nnoitra shouted a name, and a very young male Arrancar with an eye patch on his right eye flashed and appeared, saying nonchalantly: "What's wrong?"

"You! Go after those humans who just tried to escape. As long as I'm alive, don't hold back, kill them one by one!"

This was Nnoitra's resistance. He wanted to force Harribel to give up her ridiculous logic and give up insulting and despising him.

However, the Arrancar named Daisler seemed a little dissatisfied: "Are you ordering me?"

"Huh?"

"I said, are you ordering me, Nnoitra?"

Seeing Daisler's expression, Nnoitra spitted with an unhappy face, "Please, beg! How humble you think I am to beg you, I am just as humble."

"Perhaps, this is the last time we meet, there is no need to be so awkward, Daisler."

"This is the first time I see you so unambitious, hum!" Daisler turned and left, leaving the last words: "Don't really die, you have to explain your attitude just now to me."

He is also a person who doesn't mean what he says, just like Sunsun and the others, they obviously care about each other, but they can't forgive each other.

In a trance, Harribel actually thought of being attacked. Soon she came to her senses. Nnoitra was questioning her: "Did you hear that?"

"You are forcing me to kill you." Harribel held the ring on the handle of the knife, crossed her arms and looked very leisurely, "Why do you have to do this?"

"I just don't like your unique look, you bitch!"

Nnoitra slammed his weapon on the ground, and his whole body radiated golden spiritual pressure, "Pray, Holy Weeping Mantis!"

Nnoitra in the golden light had a pair of long and short curved legs on his head, which looked like a crescent moon. Six arms covered with thin white armor slowly grew out. The original strange huge weapon had disappeared, and turned into six double-edged sickles held in his hands. It looked like a hedgehog covered with thorns, and it couldn't be touched anywhere.

Harribel watched all this and sighed again: "I finally understand the meaning of what Leson said to me."

"Leson?"

"Leson Dieter, your former second Espada, he specifically told me about you." Harribel said, and his memory returned to the last happy time before everyone started.

"Speaking of the Espada in the Palace of Night, in addition to Nel, there is another person who must be mentioned."

"Oh? Who is it!" This is Lilinette's voice.

"Nnoitra Gilga!"

Hellibel was half lying on a chair. Although she only heard it once, she still realized that something was wrong. "It seems that this name is not among the Espada you mentioned earlier, Lisen."

"There are actually eleven Espadas. Isn't this basic common sense?" Lisen said seriously. He was the first to say, "Just kidding, this Nnoitra Gilga is not an Espada."

"Then?"

"But as a subordinate officer of the fifth Espada, he actually has the strength of an Espada. In fact, his ranking should not be low."

Even Stark was a little interested at this time. He yawned and said, is it because being an Espada is too hard that you don't want to be one?

"Who do you think you are? Be good and listen carefully!" Lilinette couldn't help but slap Stark. Whenever they get together, there is always this kind of playfulness.

"Of course it's different from you, Stark. Nnoitra wants to be an Espada, he really wants it, so he can kill the two people he hates the most."

"Oh?"

"One is the current 3rd Espada, Nelliel, and the other is the 5th Espada who once defeated him." Lisen said calmly: "You already know why the latter one is unhappy, as for the former one..."

"He must be unable to beat the former one."

"That's right, but not completely. Guess what?"

"What are you guessing!" Roca finally got angry. No matter who is stronger in their group, she is always the big sister, especially to Lisen and Seth, "Give me a good beating. Say it quickly!"

"Okay, big sister!" Lisen wiped the non-existent cold sweat, "Nnoitra hates Nel not only because he can't beat Nel, but also because he thinks Nel is a woman!"

"..."

"Does this have a big impact?"

Lisen spread his hands: "In his opinion, it has a big impact. He can accept failure and death, but he can't accept a woman who gives him failure."

Lokka couldn't help but think of Sal Apollo again, and pouted his lips and said; "Scum!"

"That's right, Nnoitra can be said to be the worst character among the Arrancars I have ever seen!" Lisen said fiercely with his fists clenched. At this time, how could he not stand on Loka's side.

Hribel was much calmer: "Then why do you say he's interesting?"

"Well..." Just as he was about to keep the secret, he met Roca's cold gaze and quickly replied: "He has the strength of the Ten Blades, but he just said that unless he kills Nilu or Abraham Sifa, he would rather be a subordinate forever, or a subordinate of Abraham who defeated him."

"Is that so? That's quite courageous..."

"Rather than courage, it's better to say that he's so persistent that it makes people uncomfortable..."

"I think..."

Yes, even they have different opinions about the bad-tempered Nnoitra in front of them. He seems to be very strong-willed, but he can do such despicable things as trying to sneak attack Nilu.

But if you say he is completely despicable, facing Abraham, who had defeated him head-on and was usually weak, he never wanted to control the other party and tried his best to fulfill his duties as a subordinate.

You want to say that he respects the strong for Abraham, but you can't see any respect for Nilu and Haribel.

But if you insist on saying that he completely despises women, this may be true, but whether it is from Lisen's mouth or Haribel's personal experience, there may be a lot of derogatory words, but when the other party takes action, there is no intention of joking or teasing.

For a warrior, this may be the greatest respect.

This is a very complicated person, and before coming here, everyone discussed for a long time, and it turned out that the person who is closest to him is Lord Diezuka.

The same complexity, the same changeability, and the same hypocrisy...

Harribel looked at Nnoitra who was ready for battle. This was the opponent she least wanted to meet before coming to the Palace of the Night. Not for anything else, but because the opponent was on the must-kill list, which meant that she would violate her own philosophy.

But sometimes, fate is so teasing. Lesen, who was supposed to come here, was intercepted halfway, so it was only Harribel who started the killing!

Just like the arrangement of fate, some sacrifices are inevitable...