Chapter 243 242: Farewell, Hateful God of Death

Boom...boom...boom...

The melodious sound that symbolizes the approaching dusk and the end of the day echoes over the promised land at this moment.

The crow began to neigh and flutter its wings.

The shadow hovering high in the sky appeared, causing Huguelen Hasward to half-raise his head as he walked through the corridor.

"..."

For the One whom one believes in and regards as the Supreme Being, it is a blind act to act according to good or bad luck.

But only now.

Huguelin Hasward lowered his head.

The blond man's face was bitter, and the disappointment in his eyes was so intense that he couldn't hide it.

Sighing helplessly.

"What a pity..."

Walk all the way to the front of the main hall.

Under the arched gate is a magnificent and majestic building outline.

It is enough to reflect one's own body, paving the transparent and bright road, leaving the crisp echo of the kick of the heels.

Hasward stared at the tallest and majestic palace in this invisible empire, and lowered his head at this moment.

Half kneeling on the ground.

"Your Majesty, all preparations for leaving Soul Society are complete."

Under this empty dome, Hasward's voice lingered until it disappeared completely after a while.

Subsequently.

A monster that had been sleeping here opened its eyes.

"Is it...Hasward...?"

Husky, rough voice.

It seemed that he had not been able to speak for a long time. Even if he only spoke short syllables, he felt unusually raw.

Like a babbling child, the kind that makes others laugh even when they hear it.

only.

Hasward remained unmoved.

He just kept his head lowered, his body as motionless as a rock.

It seems that he is waiting for the judgment and verdict to come.

Until that thick black fog crept up above the smooth and bright hall...

"Haas...Ward."

"I had a dream..."

"That child... used a power that even I couldn't resist, and moved my body..."

"Chopped in two."

“The ideal of integrating the three realms is shattered.”

"We've lost our power, our lives, everything we've had so far."

"The touching and complicated child achieved everything and ushered in his own happiness."

"What a touching story...don't you think so?"

"Hasward."

My thoughts became clearer as I spoke.

Along with the rhythm of breathing, the dizzy head began to return to its original state bit by bit.

Awakened from dream.

It's more like a drowning person suddenly rising to the surface.

A pair of eyes filled with violence and blood suddenly opened in the hall at this moment.

Faced with such pressure.

Hasward just buried his head deeper and deeper, and said in an extremely calm tone.

"It's just a dream, Your Highness."

It does not come with the bonus of omniscient and omnipotent power, so the so-called dream itself has no reference significance.

However.

This answer is completely unacceptable to the tyrant.

"Not so, Hasward."

He stood up.

The King of Quincy wears a jet black cloak tightly on his chest, solemn makeup, and a majestic appearance.

Slowly go down the steps.

"The world has its own operating logic...it's unreasonable and I hate it."

"But it is also a creation of my Father, a manifestation of his will."

"Since we want to subvert it, we need to study it and understand it thoroughly."

Abandoned clan.

His aloofness has never faded after thousands of years.

"My dream does not represent the ability to predict, but it must have its purpose."

"Therefore, my son..."

"Hasward."

Call him by his first name.

At just this moment, Hugolen Hasward completely closed his eyes and surrendered his body.

"I'm here, Your Majesty."

"Go find the child in my dream and bring him... to me."

It was a singularity that stirred up the heavens and shattered destiny.

No matter how disdainful I am, I think this is just a groundless fantasy.

Yhwach was still unwilling to take the one-in-a-million risk and experience another heart-breaking failure.

Thousands of years of long-cherished wish.

There must be no further delay until the next reincarnation.

Huguelin Hasward has no angle or room for rebuttal. He is a guard loyal to the tyrant, and he is also one of the numbers closest to the sacred.

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

Respond and obey orders.

This is Hasward's duty, and this is what he should do.

Yhwach stood still in front of him, his condescending gaze moving away from the man's face until he cast it towards the distant sky.

Drowsiness is like the end of time.

The shadow called night creeps in bit by bit and begins to render the sky into its own color.

There isn't much time left.

Then take out the last bit of time, briefly and momentarily...

Let’s discuss this sudden change.

"Hasward..."

"I'm here, Your Majesty."

"What do you think of this sudden change?"

Huguelin Hasward's expression of admiration moved slightly.

It seemed that nothing could affect his state of mind, but only at this moment there were ripple-like fluctuations.

Without waiting for Hasward to reply, Yhwach stepped forward slowly and stepped forward...

Pass each other.

"I don't like this dull sky."

"It's like the color of blood that has been diluted and soaked in running water..."

"Just one glance can remind people of scenes from thousands of years ago."

Such tragic failure and pain are like poison that penetrates deep into the bone marrow, causing a dull pain all the time.

"I thought that the evil ghosts of the past, butchers like Shigekuni Yamamoto Genryusai, would also grow old."

"But...I never thought of it."

"Someone will appear who can inherit his will."

A brief pause.

Subsequently.

Yhwach calmly raised his right hand, raised his index finger slightly, and pointed at the sky in the distance.

"No, maybe I still underestimated the other party..."

"After all, with Yamamoto's ability, he will definitely not be able to discover our whereabouts."

"Not to mention the ability to penetrate shadows and harm our residence."

As Yhwach finished his words and stood up again, Hasward, who had just stood still, saw...

It was floating in the air, flickering like fireflies.

They are small and delicate, like ants with wings... They look so humble and tiny.

Never cared about these things.

These tiny objects densely packed in the air were already moving towards him.

Like the center of a spiral.

Hee hee hee…

There was a faint echo, accompanied by waves of subtle yet hot pain.

Let Hasward lower his head in silence at this moment.

He saw that his clothes had been burned through and had many holes. He also caught a glimpse of his exposed skin, which was also slightly curled due to the high temperature.

I see.

It's Mars...

Although there are many ways to deal with this crisis, the most important thing at this moment is not your own safety.

Yhwach is the focus of the Invisible Empire.

Putting the opponent's safety at the top of his mind, Hasward stepped forward and waved his left hand.

Sweeping aside the ball of light that shrouded the other party.

"Your Majesty, the other personnel have completed the transfer. Now we are the only ones left here to stay. Please hurry up..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Yhwach, who was still standing where he was, seemingly unmoved, spoke softly at this moment.

"Look, look over there."

"Hasward..."

"Our hometown is starting to burn."

Hasward looked up subconsciously.

Just saw it...

The so-called sky.

It was like turning into a tattered curtain.

The starlight scattered in the sky stuck to the unrealistic sky, trying its best to light up the dim yellow sky.

The dull orange-red color begins to change.

Gradually it turned into a dazzling and bright red.

If there is a seemingly nonexistent burnt smell, it just floats in pieces in the air.

As it continued to peel off in the air, what fell... was like crumbs of charcoal.

The entire invisible empire also fell into a more 'bright' state at this moment.

It's not the sun that has set that rises.

Instead, this world was silently ignited at this moment and began to disappear bit by bit.

Buildings, trees, sky, life...

Everything that was related to each other, and everything that was not connected, were all burned out at this moment.

Being constantly ravaged and destroyed by this force.

In the end, the so-called heaven and earth will merge into one.

Until he returned and completely transformed into that hazy "one".

Faced with such power, even a man as broad-minded as Yhwach showed a very concerned look at this moment.

"Set a world on fire and burn it to the ground."

"Hasward, being able to do this..."

"Can you still say that the other party is a so-called unknown person?"

Facing such emotional Yhwach, Hasward thought for a while.

Then he raised his head high and spoke in a tone that was neither arrogant nor humble.

"My subordinates just think that the other party is not something to be afraid of."

"I see. Do you think you are not inferior to the other party?"

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the gloomy and arbitrary tyrant showed a calm temperament at this moment.

What he wanted to hear was never anything depressing.

But like Hasward, words full of confidence and calmness.

Thousands of years of accumulation and counterattack cannot be destroyed in such a simple way.

But it just destroyed a place to stay.

But just...

"There's just one more troublesome person like Yamamoto."

Yhwach turned around and waved the cloak on his shoulders, causing the wind and waves to scatter all the sparks around him.

"Hasward, let's go."

"To our new empire, to another promised land."

"The number of saints will not change because of this small and weak struggle."

Wait until the next 'nine' arrives.

"We will return here."

"At the right time..."

"Will conquer the world."

So.

Farewell, hateful God of Death.

PS: Will update later