Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto Chapter 468 New   2 Sep 20, 2022

"let's start......"

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 completion of the ascension ceremony is only the last step."

"Swallow... Michael."

Lord's eyelids were drooping, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and an unknown expression gleamed under his eyes, before Wilbur spoke its appeal.

"Yes, that's it."

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

The pitch-black Zanpaku knife pointed at the ground diagonally, and 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, shaking endlessly. Exhausted waves.

Click...

The ground that had been hit by the impact at this moment is even more overwhelmed and moaning, and signs of cracking continue to radiate to the surroundings. The violently rising spiritual pressure is comparable to a blaze, friction and burn the only remaining oxygen in the atmosphere, making the surrounding space appear The blurry and distorted appearance is like a strange scene that has been ignited.

"No matter how many times I feel it, it is still so shocking." Wilbur stared at the burning area and couldn't help exclaiming: "Obviously, we are human in appearance, but possess the power comparable to high-level angels, I I really envy you."

"Last words, are you finished?"

Lord took a half-step forward with the pitch-black knife handle. 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 took care of himself, tidying up his messy clothes, then put his right hand on his abdomen, and his upper body bends forward slightly, making a fairly standard aristocratic etiquette:

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

"Although we are enemies to each other, if we do not know each other's name to 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 in 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 that an existence like Wilbur Waterley is proficient in many dark magics and has an unknown evil spirit behind him. It is extremely dangerous to reveal his real name at will!

In the Grim Reaper's power system, the'name' is a very important factor, and its meaning is a bit similar to the spirit of words, so usually the real name of the Zanpaku Sword is called, and the Grim Reaper can liberate a powerful force. This is everywhere in the story. All manifested.

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

So Lord thinks 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 and nodded with a chuckle: "When I succeed in devouring Michael the Ascension, I will make you a beautiful doll. Collect it and allow you to retain self-awareness."

Whimsical...

Lord's lips raised a touch of sarcasm, seeming to mock Wilbur's whim, and the surging spiritual pressure between his hands gathered on the blade, and he slashed directly at Wilbur on the other side.

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

The spirit pressure entwined on the blade's blade was suddenly magnified several times, like a waning moon gleaming with a cold and gloomy light, which cut through the boundless night and slowly descended in the posture of descending.

Yachiliu·Kendo·Last quarter moon!

Lord kept the movement of the knife, a ripple appeared in the bottom of his eyes, reflecting the poignant 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 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 heads rolled to the ground. The cut surface of his neck was as smooth as a mirror. The head stared at a pair of incredulous eyes, silently looking at Lord on the other side. .

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

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

"Forgot to remind you a little..."

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

"That means..."

"We have inherited his ability, and on this basis, we have further optimized it ~~ to a point where it can be called perfect, and we have even touched it...Only gods can get involved. Taboo area!"

One after another sticky and slippery plasma, along those Wilbur's body, slowly dripped on 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 at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the plants began to wither and wither, giving off a strong rot. The smell, turned into scarlet smoke, filled the atmosphere.

A huge bright red formation suddenly emerged from the surface of the entire city, with numerous and huge inscriptions engraved in it, and scarlet rays of 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, and on that beautiful face, a touch of horror appeared 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.