Chapter 321: Chapter 414 Los Noches
"Well, this los noches is indeed large; I wonder how they built it." Eero muttered, looking at the large structure and smooth walls of the palace and other towers and buildings. The white surface was eerily smooth, reflecting the green moonlight.
"It was built by us, of course." Suddenly a voice sounded, deep and rumbling, and white sand around moved irregularly along with dunes, the white dust swirling and condensing.
Slowly a giant humanoid shape figure materialized in front of them, made from the white sand. Its form was crude, massive, and overwhelmingly powerful.
"Runuganga, the guardian of the los noches,"
Nel exclaimed as her body shivered along with Pesche and Dondochakka behind her. The spiritual pressure of the guardian was a heavy, physical threat.
"Oh, I suddenly sensed someone invading the los noches. I didn’t expect it to be you beetles dung, how courageous of you," Runuganga glanced at Eero and others below with arrogance on his face, his voice like the grinding of stone.
"Big brother, let’s go. This Runuganga is really a strong guardian," Nel suddenly requested, tugging faintly at Eero’s clothing, looking at the giant figure of Runuganga fearfully.
"It seems I have to show you some of my powers so that you can show some confidence in me when we encounter some weak species like him,"
Eero sighed, a barely perceptible sound of annoyance, and patted the Nel’s head. He then grabbed the sword hilt hanging on his left wrist, his fingers tightening around the grip.
"Multitude slash," He muttered, the sound swallowed by the wind, and then waved his sword toward the Runuganga in a casual, lightning-fast motion.
Instantly countless lights, razor-thin arcs of white-purple reishi, flashed out and crisscrossed in the air. The Runuganga figure froze mid-stance, and then, with a soundless shiver, it melted, dissolving instantly into white sand again, merged with the sand on the surface below silently, leaving behind only the subtle, metallic scent of vaporized reishi.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, the Espada and Aizen inside the tower were startled at once; a collective spike of high-level reiatsu rippled across the vast fortress. All of them turned and glanced in the direction of Eero outside.
"Interesting, another Vasto Lorde class appeared unknowingly," Aizen spoke with an interested expression on his face, standing in a wide throne room, his ever-present smile widening just a fraction.
On the other hand, Eero walked toward the tower along with Nel and others behind him; soon they reached the gate of the Los Noches, the immense entryway a symbol of the Hollow world’s power.
"Hey, you are not allowed to pass before passing the test."
Suddenly a voice sounded from the hall in front; a thin figure with an eye patch was standing in front of him in the hall, looking at him and Nel with a smirk on his face, his energy crude and violent.
’Nnoitra Gilga, I didn’t expect Aizen to send this guy out; is it because of the Nel beside me? Probably Aizen wants to shoot two birds with one stone; if I am weak, then Nnoitra will win by killing me and Nel, but if I win, Aizen will know about my strength, and at the same time, I don’t have to find the Nnoitra again and deal with him. What a thoughtful guy.’
Eero thought to himself, looking at the direction of Nnoitra Gilga in front of him intriguingly, the sheer predictability of the situation making him mildly amused.
"Who are you?" Eero asked calmly, looking at him while raising his arm and grabbing the sword hilt hanging on his left side, preparing for the inevitable clash.
"I am Nnoitra Gilga, lord of Los Noches sent me to test your strength; only with enough qualifications you can enter this palace; otherwise, you will die."
Nniotra replied with a crazy smile on his face, his tone dripping with malice; a scythe-shaped zanpakuto appeared in his hand, its form unnervingly lethal.
Eero raised his brow and replied, looking at him calmly, "So it means I have to kill you in order to pass this test."
Nniotra Gilga’s eyes widened, the single visible eye glinting with a savage fury, and then his smirk receded a little, and then he spoke with an angry expression shrouding his face, "You are overconfident, kid. I hope you are ready to taste death."
"Multitude Slash!"
Eero muttered and waved his sword; instantly, countless crisscross arc-shaped slashes flew toward Nnoitra, a wave of spiritual energy designed to cut him to pieces.
"Hahaha, Santa Teresa," Nniotra laughed, a harsh, grating sound, and waved the scythe in his hand toward the slashes; a yellow and white light flashed, and high wind pressure receded around, forcefully deflecting the attack.
Nel and others flew back, tumbling violently, and slid far away.
"Ahhhhhhh, save me," Nel roared with tears flowing out from her eyes, the sudden surge of wind and reishi shocking her small body.
"Nell, wait,"
Pesche and Dondochakka exclaimed anxiously and adjusted their figure and caught the Nel in their hands, struggling to regain their footing.
Then they raised their heads and glanced in the direction of the hall, looking at unscathed Nnoitra with a double reverse crescent-shaped zanpakuto in his hand, his body showing no sign of injury.
While Eero, on the other hand, was standing calmly with his zanpakuto, looking at Gilga, his stance relaxed.
"Your attack was indeed strong; it forced my zanpakuto to reveal my original form. Now you taste my attack," Nniotra Gilga spoke with a crazy smile on his face; his figure moved forward in a flash of Sonído and slashed toward Eero with all his might, the scythe a massive, blurring arc of death.
Clang!!!
The sound was a deafening, metallic shriek that echoed across the vast hall. Eero stopped his slash effortlessly with his own blade, sparks flew around, momentarily blinding the eye, and then he waved forcefully.
Nniotra was startled, his single eye widening in genuine shock, and slid back several meters, feeling an unimaginable, immovable force acting on his body that jarred his bones.
’Impossible, this guy has unimaginable strength in his small body,’ Nniotra thought to himself, looking at Eero, looking at the expressionless face of Eero, a sense of cold dread creeping into his mind.
"What kind of expression do you have? Are you underestimating me?" Nniotra spoke angrily, the rage a desperate attempt to mask his fear, looking at him, and then jumped forward and slashed again, his movements fueled by adrenaline.
Clang!!!
Once again he was thrown back by the Eero easily, the force of the repulse stronger this time.
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