"Come on, more! I'm getting excited, don't disappoint me! Don't back down!!!"
Zaraki roared, his eyes revealing a fanatical thirst for blood.
Damn lunatic!
His words were like a sharp sword, piercing the hearts of those Quincy who usually thought highly of themselves and looked down on the Shinigami.
They gnashed their teeth, their eyes burning with rage.
Since joining the Gotei 13, Zaraki's targets for slaughter had mostly been weak Hollows, the strongest being only a Grand Fisher.
Occasionally, he would go to Rukongai to hunt down some reckless ronin.
Although such a life was full of bloodshed, for Zaraki, this was the lifestyle he pursued.
He yearned to fight powerful opponents and enjoy the thrill of being on the brink of life and death.
But over the years, fewer and fewer Menos Grande invaded the Soul Society, and sparring with Shinigami meant he couldn't completely let loose!
His hands itched with impatience!
Amidst the rain of arrows, Kuna Mashiro was like a wild steed, galloping through the downpour.
She wore the Shihōin Family's metal armor, and the Reishi arrows falling on her were not even enough to tickle her.
Just then, three of the nearest Quincy hurriedly raised their longswords, preparing to meet Kuna Mashiro's attack.
However, Kuna Mashiro's boxing was as fierce as a storm, her fists slamming heavily into the enemies.
In just a moment, the three Quincy were shattered, their bodies a bloody mess.
The surrounding Quincy widened their eyes in horror and roared in anger:
"Everyone, attack together! Kill them!"
Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and more than a dozen Quincy were pierced through their bodies by a blade dozens of meters long.
With a slight flick of the blade, their bodies were cut in half at the waist, blood splattering everywhere.
At this moment, Ichimaru Gin's expression remained calm.
Suddenly, a chill rose from beneath his feet.
Several surrounding Quincy let out shrill screams, instantly turning into a grotesque, conjoined ice sculpture.
And not far away, a white-haired boy stood quietly.
"The Shinigami are even sending children to the battlefield? What are you waiting for? Keep firing arrows!"
A Quincy decisively ordered.
Countless arrows rained down, and the white-haired youth was seen gripping the chain at the end of his long blade.
With a forceful swing, the blade began to spin rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, a massive circular ice wall condensed, firmly blocking in front of him, deflecting all the arrows.
"The Reiji's stuff is still somewhat useful, I guess."
Hitsugaya Tōshirō pouted, then sneered:
"But... how can proud Quincy only resort to sneak attacks?"
"Damn it!"
Hearing his sarcastic remarks, the Quincy were furious.
They all raised their Reishi light swords and swarmed forward, heading straight for Hitsugaya Tōshirō.
Just then, Ryūsui and Izumo had already led the seated officers and Squad members to quickly complete the counter-encirclement.
"Vice-Captain Hitsugaya, be careful!"
Ryūsui roared, bringing his blade down with force, directly cutting off half of a Quincy's head.
Izumo was not to be outdone, charging into the crowd, his blade rising and falling.
A Quincy hastily raised his arm-mounted metal round shield to block, the shield shimmering with blue Reishi light.
But Izumo's swordsmanship was incredibly sharp.
He distorted his wrist, sweeping his blade against the metal shield, instantly deflecting it, and then deeply gashing the Quincy's arm.
The blade distorted again, directly severing the throat.
Then, he continued to slash at the surrounding Quincy.
The Eleventh Division Squad members had clear objectives; their mission was to kill these Quincy.
They had no time to ponder whether these Quincy were good people or bad people, innocent or covered in blood, in their daily lives.
On the battlefield, thinking too much is a path to death; knowing they are the enemy is enough.
"Damn it, why haven't the Sternritter adults arrived yet?"
The Quincy looked at the bloody hellscape, scared out of their wits; some brave ones would fight back, while the terrified ones would kneel and beg for mercy.
But whether they resisted or begged for mercy, the executioners of the Eleventh Division had no intention of letting them go.
This is war!
Among the Gotei 13, no one understood war better than this fighting Squad.
Don't be soft-hearted; being soft-hearted will only cost your comrades their lives.
Our comrades can only be defeated by ourselves; this is the Squad motto Captain Aozaki set for the Eleventh Division!
So, Quincy! Die!!
Aside from Yamamoto and Unohana, who were temporarily observing, even Shunsui, that ancient couch potato, personally entered the fray.
The Captain-class Shinigami, leading their Squad members, continued their slaughter like wolves and tigers.
Their figures moved like lightning, their blades gleaming coldly.
Each swing was accompanied by splattering blood, mercilessly reaping the lives of their enemies.
They advanced relentlessly towards Silbern, like an unstoppable black torrent.
However, despite the Shinigami's excellent performance, their numbers were, after all, limited.
Facing the enemy's human wave tactics, they gradually felt increasing pressure.
The surrounding Quincy quickly came as reinforcements, their numbers growing, and arrows rained down densely on the Shinigami.
These arrows contained powerful spiritual energy, causing no small amount of trouble for the Shinigami.
It was strange that although the Quincy were numerous, there were no powerful enemies with Captain-class Reiatsu among them.
Shunsui knew that Captain-class Quincy existed in the Wandenreich.
Rojuro Otoribashi was defeated by a Captain-class Quincy.
Otherwise, even if his Bankai was stolen, he wouldn't have been beaten so badly and would still be recuperating in the Fourth Division.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!
Countless Reishi arrows came overwhelmingly.
Shunsui and Hitsugaya Tōshirō wielded their Zanpakuto, releasing strong winds and ice walls respectively to defend.
However, these arrows were simply too many and too dense.
Even with their full efforts to defend, a few stragglers still broke through the defense line, causing damage to the Shinigami.
In fact, the Quincy's seated officer-class mid-tier combat power was far greater than the Shinigami's.
Therefore, these arrows posed a considerable threat to the Shinigami.
The reason the Shinigami were able to advance so quickly was entirely due to Captain-class powerhouses leading the charge at the very front.
Among them, Zaraki was the most striking.
He was like a wild beast, fearlessly charging into the arrow formation ahead, wielding his long blade fiercely like a whirlwind, slaughtering.
Chii chii chii!!
For a moment, the sounds of flesh tearing, blades clashing, roars, and wails intertwined, forming a chaotic scene.
Zaraki, clad in black, bathed in blood, with over a dozen mutilated corpses lying around him.
This mad beast's breathing was heavy and rapid, and the hand gripping his blade trembled slightly—this was due to excitement.
It had been a long time since he had such a satisfying slaughter!
Although the opponent's strength was not great, it was better than nothing.
When he saw the Quincy who still had the courage to tightly grip their longswords, Zaraki nodded in satisfaction.
They didn't back down; although they were weak, this courage was not laughable!
Therefore... their courage needed to be well praised!
In an instant, this mad beast suddenly regained his sanity, but the speed of his long blade did not decrease in the slightest.
Pffft!!
Dying under the blade is the best praise for the brave.