"Then there's nothing we can do," Masatsuki Aozaki sighed helplessly, though he didn't feel much disappointnt.
On his way here, he had already learned from Sung-Sun about this Vasto Lorde. As a loyal follower of Baraggan, convincing him to switch sides was nothing more than a fool's dream.
"Ikkotsu!!"
With a low shout, an imnse force erupted.
Oswell's body was sent flying as if struck by a high-speed rocket, soaring backward at an incredible speed. A white shockwave rippled through the air in his wake, resembling the impact of an explosive shell.
At that mont, Abirama and Findorr flashed behind Oswell like lightning, swiftly catching his body and forming a solid human barrier.
The three of them shot across the sky like teors, hurtling dozens of ters before crashing into the desert, kicking up a massive cloud of sand.
Watching this unfold, Masatsuki Aozaki's lips curled slightly as he shook his head.
His Reiatsu was already superior to Oswell's. After releasing his Shikai, though he remained within the Second-Class Spiritual Power level, his strength had completely overwheld the latter.
"I acknowledge your loyalty. In that case, fulfill your duty to your liege!"
His gaze was as cold as ice.
The knight who had once again risen to his feet was filled with unwavering devotion and faith toward his liege—he would never submit so easily.
At that mont, cries of shock erupted from the Hollows of Las Noches.
Their eyes widened in disbelief as they witnessed the scene before them.
Oswell's right side suddenly burst open, blood and flesh scattering in all directions, reduced to countless tiny fragnts...
As if torn apart by an invisible force, the remains drifted into the air, carried away by the wind.
And amidst the grueso sight, a long blade as white as snow and razor-sharp appeared silently.
The sword hovered in midair, its tip gleaming with a chilling light as it advanced toward Oswell, radiating an overwhelming, terrifying white Reiatsu.
Faced with imminent death, Oswell rely closed his eyes, showing no fear—like an actor gracefully taking his final bow, accepting his fate with dignity.
The nos of Las Noches turned pale, their faces filled with horror as an unshakable sense of dread crept into their hearts.
"Let help you take your final bow."
The voice was cold and resolute, accompanied by the faintest trace of an indifferent smile.
Masatsuki Aozaki wielded his sword with smooth, elegant movents, as if performing a srizing dance—yet each swing carried a lethal intent, brimming with unimaginable power.
A flash of steel.
Oswell's armor shattered, and in an instant, a crimson line appeared across his neck.
Scarlet blood spurted out, forming a mist in the air.
In the next mont, Masatsuki Aozaki's hand shot forward like a bolt of lightning, effortlessly piercing Oswell's chest before swiftly withdrawing.
A faint smile of relief surfaced on the knight's face.
His body swayed slightly before collapsing without suspense.
Masatsuki Aozaki slowly turned his head, his cold gaze sweeping across the nos of Las Noches.
His voice was calm and low, his lips curved into a faint smile as he asked, "Do you intend to collect his body?"
Upon hearing this, the mbers of Las Noches turned pale, their expressions filled with terror as they cried out:
"How could we? We would never do sothing so foolish!"
"My lord, I am willing to submit to you! Please allow to follow you!"
"My lord, please spare ! That idiot Oswell deserved to die—it was his own fault!"
"Please, let live!"
For a mont, desperate pleas and flattery echoed through the vast desert.
Under the endless sea of sand, the Hollows of Las Noches stood ashen-faced, staring at Oswell's body as it slowly plumted to the ground.
Their eyes locked onto his shattered lance and ruined armor, and a chilling dread seeped into their hearts.
Unlike the loyal and fearless Oswell, most Hollows in Las Noches had only submitted to Baraggan's rule to survive.
Now, seeing even the mighty Oswell fall to his death, the already cowardly and spineless Hollows were paralyzed with fear, completely losing the will to resist.
To them, loyalty was nothing more than a bargaining chip—a ans to prolong their existence under Baraggan's rule.
The mont their lives were threatened, loyalty ant nothing. They would discard it without hesitation, betraying their so-called king without a second thought.
As long as they could stay alive, nothing else mattered.
"You vile, treacherous bastards! How dare you commit such an unforgivable act—betraying the great and noble Majesty Baraggan!!"
At that mont, Abirama let out a sharp, furious shriek, his voice trembling with uncontrollable rage and hatred.
"Hmph! His Majesty Baraggan will never forgive you traitors!"
"You will suffer the sa cruel fate as Harribel—hunted relentlessly until you are reduced to dust!!"
Abirama roared, eyes burning with fury, as if trying to unleash every ounce of his rage.
Hearing his words, the surrounding Hollows froze in place.
Just monts ago, Oswell had been rcilessly struck down by Masatsuki Aozaki's overwhelming Reiatsu.
With their own lives hanging by a thread, chaos had consud them, leaving them no ti to consider how their distant ruler would react.
But now, as they watched Abirama hovering in the air, shouting in outrage, their gazes shifted toward him.
In their eyes, a barely perceptible glint of murderous intent flickered.
They had respected the powerful knight who had fallen, but as for the mad griffon before them, there was not a trace of fear in their expressions.
"This idiot..."
Findorr cursed inwardly.
His massive crab claw rested across his chest, poised to defend against any sudden attack from the other Hollows.
Everyone knew that, like Abirama, Findorr was a devoted follower of Baraggan.
However, unlike Abirama, Findorr was both more arrogant and more intelligent.
"Don't bother..."
Masatsuki Aozaki's mouth curled into a cold, violent sneer.
A faint white glow of Reiatsu flickered around his slightly bent index finger.
"The only thing of value you have is your filthy souls."
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