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Chapter 276 The Squad of Every Person is a Traveler's Troubles
Chapter 276 The Tenth Division, where everyone is a traveler's misfortune
The sound... is like a wind chime gently swaying in a breeze, bringing peace to the mind.
It could even be described as somewhat pleasant to the ear.
With the appearance of this sound.
A strange fluctuation surging from the depths of people's hearts instantly enveloped the entire White Path Sect area.
"Hmm...."
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One of the Death Knights members at the forefront suddenly stopped.
He suddenly clutched his head, a look of pain on his face: "My head... my head hurts so much..."
"Hey, Yamamoto, what's wrong with you? Hurry up and chase after him!" His companion tried to pull him away.
But the moment the team member looked up, his companion's hand froze in mid-air.
Because he saw that the clear light that had been in the team member's eyes had disappeared.
At this moment, his eyes were filled with a chaotic turbidity, and... a deep hostility.
"You are... a wandering monster?!"
The team member muttered to himself, and without warning, swung his Zanpakuto, slashing fiercely at his companion beside him.
puff!
Blood splattered.
"Ah!! Yamamoto! Are you crazy? It's me, Tanaka!!"
"What are you talking about? Is that some kind of empty talk?!"
When his teammates' voices reached Yamamoto's ears, they were nothing but a jumble of noise.
And this seems to be a signal.
Then, the second, the third...
More and more members of the 10th Division stopped in their tracks, clutching their heads and groaning in pain.
"Ugh...my brain...it feels like it's going to split open..."
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"Who are you? Why are you wearing a Shinigami uniform?"
"Enemies! Why are there enemies everywhere?!"
The once united pursuing force suddenly turned on each other like madmen within seconds.
In their eyes, their companions were no longer their comrades-in-arms who had been with them day and night, but had become those hideous, weapon-wielding scourges.
"Die! You calamity!"
"Defend the Soul Society! Kill!"
Chaos erupted instantly.
The Grim Reapers began attacking each other frantically.
Zanpakuto clashed, and the Kido exploded indiscriminately among the crowd.
"Hey! What are you doing! Stop it all!"
Just as the yak was riding off on the wild boar, he witnessed a scene that left him dizzy and speechless.
He brandished his broken halberd, trying to stop this inexplicable internal strife.
"Those are our own people! Are you all possessed by evil spirits?!"
However, no one listened to him.
Several team members, their eyes bloodshot, roared as they charged at him: "Found the big monster! Kill him!"
"I'm Shiba Ganju! I'd like to see who dares to... Holy crap!"
Rock Vulture was forced to dodge his teammates' attacks in a disheveled manner, completely bewildered.
What exactly is going on?
Why did everyone suddenly go crazy when everything was fine just now?
On the tower not far away.
This is an absolute blind spot, offering a panoramic view of the entire White Path Gate's battle, while also allowing for perfect concealment in the shadows.
A gentle breeze blew by, lifting the pristine white haori worn by the Fifth Division Captain.
Aizen Sosuke stood quietly at the top of the tower, one hand on the railing, a gentle and refined smile on his face.
But at this moment, reflected in the lenses of those glasses, his gaze was as cold as a god looking down upon ants.
In his hand, he held a Zanpakuto.
The blade was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the horrific scene of infighting below, a scene resembling a hellish scroll painting.
"Compared to tangible enemies, intangible betrayals are more catching people off guard..."
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Aizen sighed softly, his voice as gentle as if he were reciting a poem.
"You have such a twisted sense of humor, Captain Aizen."
In the shadows behind him, the silver-haired, squinty-eyed man shook his head helplessly.
Gin Ichimaru always had his hands tucked into his wide sleeves, and that enigmatic smile was always on his lips.
"Why deliberately distort the five senses to make the Tenth Division members hallucinate and kill each other when they could have simply let those wandering monsters in?"
Yin tilted his head, looking at the scene of blood flowing like a river below: "If that short captain finds out, he'll probably go berserk and bite people, right?"
"Yin, you're wrong."
Aizen slowly sheathed his Zanpakuto.
With a soft click, the Grim Reapers below descended into even more chaotic fighting, leaving the scene in complete disarray.
"This is not my personal preference, but a necessary prelude."
Aizen turned around and cast his gaze into the depths of the Soul Society, towards the Penitentiary Palace, which he had just visited that day.
"The invasion of the traveler must be chaotic and dangerous enough to attract everyone's attention."
"Only when the Gotei 13's attention is drawn to that group, and they're overwhelmed by this inexplicable internal strife..."
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"Only then can we calmly pluck the ripe fruit in the shadows where no one is watching."
He pushed up his glasses and gave a shrewd, knowing smile.
"The tragic state of the 10th Division will be the best catalyst. Everyone will think that the Ryoka has the power to manipulate people's hearts... Fear will spread and suspicion will breed."
"And this is exactly the stage we need."
Aizen stepped into the depths of the shadows, his voice echoing softly: "Let's go, Gin."
"Proceed according to plan..."
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Gin Ichimaru stood there, watching Aizen's retreating figure, his eyes, which always held a smile, slowly calming down.
He sighed deeply and turned to look at the chaotic White Path Gate in the distance.
"Complete hypnosis... a mirage, what a terrifying ability," he thought to himself.
"How can we escape this illusion...? If we remain trapped in the fog, there's no way we can kill him."
"Rangiku... I hope you're safe and sound. I can only do my best..."
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With his mind in turmoil, he jumped down and landed in the shadows of the street.
the other side.
The deepest part of Soul Society.
Zhenyang underground prison.
Unlike the bustling Soul Court of today, this is a desolate place forgotten by the world.
This enormous prison is buried deep underground and consists of eight levels, each holding prisoners of varying degrees of severity based on their crimes.
At this moment, Tosen Kaname is descending step by step along the spiral staircase leading to the abyss.
Tap, tap, tap.
The wooden clogs echoed on the cold stone steps, their sound lonely and monotonous in the confined space.
Dongxian didn't light a lamp.
For him, who is blind, there is no essential difference between light and darkness.
Though his eyes, hidden behind the blindfold, were cold and distant, the fire of justice in his heart burned brighter than anyone else's.
Even if that sense of justice may have been distorted in the eyes of others.
He walked straight past the floors where ordinary hardened criminals were imprisoned, and even the presence of villains capable of destroying half of Rukongai could not stop him in his tracks.
His goal is the end.
That is the eighth level of hell, also known as the Avici Hell.
That is a void where only monsters who have committed unforgivable crimes and are too powerful or immortal to be executed are abandoned.
Finally, he stopped in front of a huge black iron door covered with several extremely complex sealing incantations.
Two Grim Reapers, dressed in distinctive white haori, stood before the gate.
Threshold Management Team.
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