Boom—
The deafening explosion echoed throughout Las Noches.
Nnoitra Gilga suddenly felt his arms sink, the six sickles creaking under the overwhelming pressure as if they couldn't bear the weight.
His eyes widened, pupils trembling violently as he stared at the emerald green glow at the tip of the spear.
"Santa Teresa, hold on!!"
Sensing that the Santa Teresa was on the verge of collapse, Nnoitra gritted his teeth and roared, hurriedly increasing his spiritual pressure to reinforce it.
But...
Nnoitra could only stare as the emerald glow at the tip of the spear grew increasingly intense, as if it would devour him entirely in the next moment!
Crack—
Suddenly.
A sharp sound rang out.
Nnoitra's heart tightened. He quickly looked down and saw a thin crack suddenly appear on the Holy Weeping Mantis.
"!"
"How is this possible!!"
Nnoitra couldn't believe his eyes. "My Santa Teresa…"
It was actually damaged by Nelliel's attack?!
For a moment, his throat went dry, and he swallowed hard.
A feeling of despair slowly spread through his chest.
His most powerful weapon, his Resurrección, couldn't even take a single hit from Nelliel!
Then...
What was the point in fighting?
He couldn't win. He couldn't escape.
"Damn it!!"
"Nelliel! Don't push me!!"
Nnoitra roared in frustration and fury, utterly helpless.
Nelliel remained silent, simply continuing to pour power into her strike.
Boom!!
In the blink of an eye!
The Santa Teresa shattered completely!
Nnoitra stood frozen, only reacting when the emerald light was about to pierce through his chest.
"Szayelaporro! Are you just going to stand there and watch?!"
Nnoitra shouted in panic.
In the distance.
Szayelaporro Granz, who had been trying his best to suppress his presence, suddenly froze.
That bastard!
Just die already!
Why drag him into this mess?!
As expected.
Nelliel paused and turned her eyes toward Szayelaporro Granz in the distance.
"I almost forgot about you."
"!"
Szayelaporro glanced at Nnoitra angrily.
Nnoitra's eyes lit up with delight. This was what he wanted—shift Nelliel's attention to Szayelaporro.
That way, he could...
Pfft—
Before the joy could fully form on Nnoitra's face, a sharp pain pierced his body!
His face stiffened, and he slowly looked down.
The emerald green spear had run through his torso, and blood trickled slowly down its shaft.
H-How could this be...
How was this even possible!!
Nnoitra looked up, his eyes bloodshot. He clenched his teeth against the pain and tried to speak, but...
Boom!!
The emerald light erupted instantly!
With a loud bang!
Nnoitra Gilga's body was torn to pieces on the spot!!
Nnoitra Gilga, dead!
Las Noches fell into complete silence.
Nelliel calmly retracted her spear, shook the blood off of it, and turned to look at Szayelaporro Granz.
"!"
Szayelaporro's expression tensed as he felt his heart tighten, as though an invisible hand was crushing it.
But...
Before he could even react, Nelliel's figure suddenly filled his entire field of view.
Szayelaporro shuddered and hurriedly backed away, nervously shouting, "H-Hey, hey!"
He knew he was no match for Nelliel. Without hesitation, he called out for help.
Szayelaporro turned to Coyote Starrk and the others with a forced smile. "I'm part of the Espada too, right?"
"You're really just going to let Nelliel come after me?"
"Well…"
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez scratched his head and looked at Tier Harribel. "This... feels kind of wrong, doesn't it?"
Tier Harribel glanced over calmly. "If you want to help, go ahead."
She held a good impression of Nelliel and was disgusted by Nnoitra and Szayelaporro's actions.
So...
Tier had no intention of stepping in.
At the very least...
She would wait until Nelliel settled her score with them.
She had no interest in cleaning up someone else's mess.
Grimmjow: "..."
He scratched his head and smiled awkwardly, not daring to speak up again.
He was only the sixth Espada. What could he do against the former third?
And...
Nelliel was clearly much stronger than before.
Besides...
Even though Tier didn't say much, Grimmjow wasn't an idiot. He could read her stance clearly.
Even...
Even Coyote Starrk wasn't paying attention to the fight.
He stared at the bound Barragan Luisenbarn, furrowed his brows, then shook his head and said, "Looks like..."
"Our former King of Hueco Mundo might need some help."
Unlike Szayelaporro and Nnoitra.
Starrk still held some regard for Barragan Luisenbarn.
As for the other two...
Well...
They were just disposable.
Even if they died, Aizen could replace them at any time.
Szayelaporro Granz: "???"
"Wait, you're seriously not going to help me?"
He looked at Starrk and Harribel in disbelief.
But...
There was no response.
Grimmjow shrugged and said, "Best of luck."
"You—!"
Szayelaporro clenched his fists, wanting to argue.
But...
A sudden gust of pressure surged behind him.
Szayelaporro didn't dare take any chances.
"Fornicarás, La Lujuriosa!"
As soon as the words left his mouth.
Szayelaporro swallowed his Zanpakutō, and his body rapidly expanded!
His lower half turned into writhing tentacles that then condensed and reformed into legs and the hem of a robe. Four wings sprouted from his back, and colorful patterns appeared in his eye sockets.
Nelliel looked at his released form. A flash of disgust crossed her eyes, and she coldly spat two words.
"Disgusting."
(To be continued.)
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