Chapter 705 Just Shot Down The Soul King Palace

Aizen had been at a disadvantage against Ichibe'e from the very start.

Even when he merged the half of the Hogyoku he possessed with his body at the most critical moment, entering the breath-taking second fusion form from the original work,

The Hogyoku embedded in his chest radiated a dazzling blue light.

Pure white Reiatsu enveloped his body. Hardened bone-like chrysalis material covered his forehead and shoulders.

At this stage, he had completely surpassed Captain-class existence.

But at this point, Aizen had likely reached his limit.

After all, the Hogyoku he carried wasn't the complete version.

Yet against Ichibe'e, Aizen was still struggling.

His Kido was erased by Ichimonji, his Kyoka Suigetsu was completely ineffective, and Muramasa's summoned Zanpakuto's spirits were useless.

In every exchange, Aizen was being suppressed.

If this had been his complete Hogyoku form from the original, he might have stood a chance, but now, only in his second form, it was far from enough.

Ichibe'e's peripheral vision swept across the battlefield... he wasn't happy either. All his teammates had fallen.

Although the Zero Division's members, due to having the Oken within them, could be endlessly resurrected by calling their true names as long as the Soul King Palace wasn't destroyed, they first had to return to the Soul King Palace to do so.

And Zero Division's resurrection had the same side effect as otherworld resurrection magic.

That was, after resurrection, their power would be somewhat diminished, and they couldn't re-enter combat for a while.

Ichibe'e quickly calculated.

Even if he went all out right now, taking on so many Arrancarized Vasto Lorde at once would be extremely difficult, let alone Makoto, who had just taken Ryujin Jakka.

He had to return to the Soul King Palace first to revive the other four members, then regroup.

With that decision made, Ichibe'e no longer engaged.

He swung his giant brush, writing a massive [HIDE] word in the air.

Instantly, his entire body and that overwhelming Reiatsu vanished without a trace.

This was another application of Ichimonji... granting or removing attributes by writing characters.

Seeing this, both Shinigami and Arrancars looked around in shock.

'Where had that fat monk gone?'

"Senpai, what now?"

Yu reverted to human form and landed beside Makoto.

Makoto looked up at the shattered sky. "We'll just blast the Soul King Palace down."

As soon as he said this, everyone around widened their eyes.

"Are you insane?!"

The first to object was Yoruichi in her Resurrección form.

"The Soul King Palace is the keystone that supports the balance of the three worlds! If the Soul King is caught in the crossfire, all three worlds will fall into chaos in an instant!"

"Then we just become the new Soul King before the chaos, right?"

Makoto interrupted her long speech.

She found no counterpoint.

This bastard's logic was twisted, but somehow formed a perfectly closed loop.

"Everyone,"

"Use your strongest long-range attacks, aiming at the Soul King Palace's direction."

With that, Makoto made the first demonstration.

Ryujin Jakka's pitch-black patterns spread along the blade... Bankai: Zanka no Tachi.

This Zanpakuto, hailed as the Strongest Fire-type in the Soul Society, still responded to Makoto's call without reservation after its change of master, transforming its blade into that pitch-black darkness capable of burning through the heavens.

At the same time, his other hand pulled the ring on his chest. The engine roared within his body.

Resurrección: Black Chainsaw Form descended once more.

But this wasn't the end. Zanka no Tachi detached from Makoto's right hand, floating before him like an independent will.

Its blade turned, its tip aimed at Makoto's chest. Under everyone's horrified gaze, it plunged without hesitation into the center of the Black Chainsaw's chest.

Zanka no Tachi's blade, like steel melting in a furnace, fused inch by inch into the Black Chainsaw's shell. The pitch-black patterns spread wildly across the four chainsaws. The dark red patterns flowing from the open chest cavity intertwined with the chainsaw's pure white and pitch-black, forming a new mode.

This scene was remarkably reminiscent of Dante merging with the Sparda Sword.

The next moment, the Black Chainsaw Makoto swung his four chainsaws, wreathed in flames of nothingness.

"Darkness: Tenchi Kaijin."

The ultimate enhanced version of Zanka no Tachi's strongest form, Tenchi Kaijin, with the dual release stacked of Black Chainsaw Form and Bankai Zanka no Tachi.

It seemed as if nothing existed in this world but this single dark red blade.

Yu pulled the trigger almost simultaneously.

In his reappeared full Gun Devil form, that massive hand cannon was recharged once more.

The dark red ultimate Cero shot skyward like an upside-down waterfall.

Masaki, in her bullhead form, let out a thunderous roar. The largest Cero yet condensed between her curved horns, dark red light mixed with the Quincy's Reishi Radiance.

Beam, Psykos, Nel, Harribel, Starrk, Ulquiorra... every Vasto Lorde Arrancar still standing on the battlefield unleashed their strongest Cero.

Dozens of devastating beams of different colors rose simultaneously from all corners of the Seireitei, converging into a polar light capable of reshaping the world's map.

In the interval between releasing techniques, Makoto turned and signaled to Aizen in the distance.

Aizen clicked his tongue and began chanting.

A fully chanted Hado #99: Goryutenmetsu.

Five dragon shadows, far larger than before, rose from around him. In each dragon's eye burned the pure white light of the Hogyoku.

To be honest, if this attack landed on the ground, describing it in terms of planet-destroyer ratings wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Although there were multiple layers of barriers protecting the Soul King Palace from the Seireitei, against this concentrated bombardment from all the top combatants of Hueco Mundo and the rebel forces, no barrier could possibly hold.

The moment those attacks hit, a pillar of light pierced the sky and exploded.

The remaining clouds above the Seireitei were blown away by the shockwave in an instant. The sky of the entire Soul Society was dyed in an eerie mix of dark red and blazing white.

The earth trembled violently. Buildings swayed precariously in the aftershocks.

Then, everyone heard it... that dull, prolonged rumble.

It was the sound of the Soul King Palace collapsing from its base.

"That's too reckless, isn't it?"

Rukia gripped Sode no Shirayuki tightly, all color drained from her face.

To be honest, at this point, she understood that Makoto's side had won definitively.

But she never expected them to use such an extreme method.