Marvel With Zanpakutou

Chapter 817: Scabbard’s Slumber

"I am among all things!"

Thousands of Lordes, summoned from across the river of time, responded to the call. Some came from the past, while others hailed from the future. But all of them shared one common trait: they were at the peak of their power, capable of unleashing every ounce of strength.

"Let’s begin..."

Lorde stood in the centre, his black robes billowing, his molten gold eyes gleaming with fiery determination. The winds howled when his words fell, and a lethal aura spread across the heavens and earth.

Suddenly, one of them moved.

While the others were still building momentum, this one had already finished his preparations. Lightning rumbled around him, striking from six roaring drums on his back. His body was clad in a dragon-shaped armour forged of ice, and his hand rested on the hilt of his sword.

This Lorde was from the past, during his battle with the Destroyer’s Armor.

Roar—

As twelve purple petals wilted and fell, a massive ice dragon roared to the heavens. The Lorde-wielding Hyōrinmaru exuded an aura so cold that the surrounding time seemed to freeze.

He swung his blade with a single step forward, which radiated with an overwhelming chill.

Clang!

Countless energy blades converged into one, transforming into a single, indescribable slash. Frost mist coiled around the blade’s edge, freezing even time itself.

In an instant, the world seemed to freeze.

Icy blue mist cascaded like a waterfall, freezing everything in its path. Even space-time itself couldn’t escape and was sliced apart, inch by inch.

Silence gave way to a violent eruption.

That one slash signalled the beginning of the offensive. The other Lordes, from different points in time, each launched their most potent attack toward the black sphere.

Boom!

From the vast canopy above, countless golden lightning bolts surged, cascading downward like an inverted celestial river.

One Lorde took a step forward amidst the resounding clangour, invoking the divine power of the Kōkō Gonryō Rikishō, forming a dazzling golden spear of thunder.

The golden spear, radiating an unbearable celestial might, streaked toward the black hole, carving a deep rift in the heavens.

Hundreds of Lourdes followed, their overwhelming spiritual pressure sweeping the skies like a tsunami engulfing the world. With a force capable of destroying entire realms, they unleashed their attacks.

Shedding his armour, a massive warrior roared as he swung his mountain-sized blade. The sheer pressure from his swing could split mountains and tear the earth.

Countless petals of razor-sharp cherry blossoms swirled in a lethal storm, turning into an unceasing barrage of blade-like rain upon the black hole.

A crescent-shaped crimson blade, radiating with the power to split the heavens, streaked across the sky.

...

Each attack could quickly destroy a city, obliterating millions in an instant. Yet, they seemed utterly insufficient at this moment, unable to shake the black sphere.

Though the efforts of the thousand Lourdes slowed the black hole’s expansion and weakened its gravitational pull, it was clear: it wasn’t enough.

It’s not enough!

It’s nowhere near enough!

To destroy the singularity would require far more than one man’s strength, even with all the other Lordes combined.

"If that’s the case..."

Lorde’s golden eyes blazed even brighter, and six radiant wings unfurled from his back, pushing his aura to its peak. "Let’s see which breaks first—the singularity, or me!"

In the Soul Society, Hueco Mundo, and Helheim...

Every living being in these three worlds could feel the disturbance. The reishi in the air seemed drawn toward a single point, converging into massive torrents of spiritual power.

Boom!

The heavens trembled as though they were roaring, howling with the thunderous cry of the world. Streams of visible spiritual power surged across the sky, crossing the barrier of time and space and disappearing into the horizon.

In Hueco Mundo’s Las Noches, Aizen sat thoughtfully observing the phenomenon. After contemplating, a hint of apprehension flickered across his face. He had an inkling of what was happening.

Someone was tapping into the world’s spiritual power.

Only one being could accomplish such a feat: the Soul King.

"To manipulate the world’s spiritual power on such a scale..." Aizen furrowed his brow in concern. "Soul King... who could you possibly be fighting?"

...

Back on the planet Xandar...

Massive torrents of spiritual power, having crossed millions of light-years, flooded Lorde’s body. As he raised his pitch-black blade, the river of time appeared again.

Lorde’s from both past and future walked along the flowing river of time. Some looked resolute, some radiated anger, while others had six luminous wings or crackled with lightning.

But they all shared one thing in common.

Like a replay, they lifted their Zanpakuto again, and with the spiritual pressure they unleashed in unison, a roaring tide surged forth. Each Lorde struck with their most powerful blow.

Takemikazuchi!

Four Worlds Ice Seal!

Tensa Zangetsu!

Kurohitsugi Tenshō Myō’ō!

Sword Style: Yachiru Flow—Heaven and Earth Ashes!

...

Once, ten times, a hundred times!

Lorde swung his sword mechanically, having lost count of how many times he had summoned his past and future selves.

This was a test of endurance!

To destroy that singularity, he had to halt its growth. Drawing upon the spiritual power of the three worlds, Lorde launched wave after wave of relentless assaults with no break or respite.

Sword energy crisscrossed the sky, leaving hundreds of dark gashes in the void.

The sheer force of the blasts was like an army charging forward, accompanied by the endless sound of sonic booms. Giant mushroom clouds rose into the sky as the devastating shockwaves pulverised everything in sight.

Even the black sphere trembled under the relentless barrage of the most potent attacks, shrinking several times. Its event horizon compressed as though it might finally be contained.

However, Lorde was reaching his limit.

His spiritual pressure was waning, and the three worlds were nearing exhaustion. If he continued to draw from them, he risked damaging the very essence of these realms.

"Not bad... impressive..."

Tawil At-U’mr’s radiant eyes flickered in surprise at Lorde’s relentless onslaught. Half-mocking, half-scoffing, he revealed the truth: "But even so, you’ve only delayed the inevitable. The unification of all things will not be stopped, and how much longer can you last?"

"No... this was only the appetizer."

Lorde took a deep breath, steeling himself as he made a crucial decision. Placing his hand over his face, his molten gold eyes burned with fierce determination. "The real course... starts now!"

With those words, Lorde pulled his hand down.

A surge of black spiritual pressure erupted from his body, forming a sinister bone mask over his face. Blood-red irises replaced the fiery golden eyes. Six blazing white wings turned pitch-black, like the wings of a fallen angel, exuding an unsettling, evil aura.

Clang—

A simple, unremarkable sword appeared in Lorde’s hand, emitting a faint jade-like glow.

Swish!

With a gentle swing, the blade traced a cold arc through the air. There was no spiritual pressure, no sword intent to be felt.

However... in the next instant.

Boom—

That effortless slash split open the atmosphere, even the void itself, from the heavens to the earth. It left behind a massive, unhealable rift stretching for thousands of meters.

If Hyōsube Ichibei had been present, he would have recognised the sword instantly.

It was Scabbard’s Slumber, the so-called "failed creation" of the Sword God, Nimaiya Ōetsu.