Chapter 100 Do You Dare to Believe in the One-Eyed God?

"Do you have faith?"

"No, no..."

"Great, so now you have it!"

"The One-Eyed God Mimihaki will protect those who dedicate everything to him except their own 'eyes'..."

The middle-aged man trembled all over as he looked at the muscular man with a unique shape in front of him. His two buttocks were trembling and his lips were trembling as if he had Parkinson's syndrome or stepped on a switch.

"I, I don't..."

"Um?!"

The macho man glared angrily, his muscles bulging, and even the large and oversized uniform could not suppress his bravery. He stretched out his big hand and directly grabbed the collar of the man in front of him.

Their foreheads were touching, and those fierce bull eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, making people feel as if he was about to eat people at any time.

"Believe, believe, can't I believe it?"

The middle-aged man was scared to tears, and his legs were shaking even more violently, for fear that the Lord Death would suddenly bite him.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Wushu covered his face with his hands, raised his head hard, and tried not to let tears flow down.

Even from more than ten meters away, he could feel the despair and suffocation of the person being terrorized.

Anyone who is suddenly targeted by such a thing will not be well off.

This middle-aged man did not become incontinent on the spot, which is considered to be a very strong psychological quality.

The reputation of the 11th Division was already bad enough, but with such a future captain on the team, Wusuke no longer dared to imagine the future.

Seeing that the middle-aged man promised to believe in God, the strong man put him down very gently, and even reached out to help him straighten his collar and patted the folds on his chest.

"It doesn't cost any money anyway, just have some faith."

"The great Lord Mimihaji will protect you."

The sudden change of attitude made the middle-aged man's expression a little dazed, and he couldn't react for a while.

Is the other party really just here to promote the belief in the temple?

Aren't they robbing homes and eating them alive? !

For some reason, he actually became a little interested in the one-eyed god Mimihaki mentioned by the macho man in front of him.

To be able to bring about such earth-shaking changes in the notorious Death Squadron 11, I think there must be something about this god.

And this slogan seems quite interesting.

Since the other party is not interested in money, it doesn't matter if you believe them.

After all, compared with other people's treatment, I am already very good.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man looked elsewhere with pity. Similar scenes were constantly playing out in the North Rukongai area.

"Hey, that little brat, yes, he is talking about you. Come and believe in the One-Eyed God!"

"Hey, you scumbag looking around, get over here quickly and pay homage to Lord Mimihaki!"

"Don't try to escape, bastard, Master Mimihaki is watching your every move in the sky..."

A group of reckless men are not scary, but when they have a more reckless commander, they will become very scary.

When this group of reckless men broke into the North Rukongai area, the style of painting immediately changed in a very strange way.

Pulling people's heads, forcing people to worship, and promoting gods...

What is unexpected is that under this extremely weird propaganda method, some people actually became interested in the Nigu Shrine, and there were even many lower-level nobles who came to inquire about the details.

Wusuke looked numbly at the team in front of him whose appearance was getting more and more crooked, and looked at his own palace minister with dull eyes:

"Master Palace Secretary, such forced publicity will only lead to bitter consequences..."

Ru Yueming grinned: "It's not a big problem, a bitter fruit is also a fruit, and it can quench your thirst even if it's not sweet."

"When they benefit from it, they will know that what I said is true."

Wusuke looked at the boy in front of him suspiciously, wondering why he was so confident.

Could it be said that there really is a so-called god?

Shouldn't this kind of thing be an illusory existence?

The news quickly spread to the first team.

…………

First team team building.

"Asshole!"

Veins popped up on his shiny forehead, and Yamamoto, who usually had squinted eyes, was now glaring angrily, as if hot flames were burning in his pupils.

"What did you say you did?!"

"Promote faith..."

Looking at the serious young man in front of him, Yamamoto took a deep breath. Hundreds of years of self-cultivation and cultivation have finally come to an end:

"It's fine that you promoted Haori in the Spiritual Arts Academy before. I thought you were just a prank when you were a student. I didn't expect that now you have gone even further. You directly promoted Haori on the Death Ba costume jacket, and even led more than 200 people to Rukongai. .”

"Those who knew it thought you were going to publicize it, but those who didn't know it thought you were preparing to rebel and overthrow the Seireitei!"

"Why don't you kid come and attack the first team? Just kill me and take the position of captain!"

Ru Yueming, who was completely suppressed by the momentum, did not dare to say a word.

Only now did he realize that the healthy Ukitake might be strong, but the angry Yamamoto version was obviously invincible.

I don't know why, but after reprimanding him, Yamamoto not only didn't get angry, but became even more angry, as if his whole body was about to burn.

No, I have to find a reason to beat this guy up!

Having made up his mind, Yamamoto immediately narrowed his eyes and tried hard to recall the mistakes Akira Kisaragi had made during this time.

Forget it, I didn’t expect it.

After thinking hard to no avail, Yamamoto decided to change his approach:

"Today's training and study, I am going to explain to you the concept of Yuanliu. Only by fully mastering the key points can you become a truly strong person who can control yourself."

Ru Yueming tilted his head, wondering what was wrong with Old Shan's hair.

Didn't he try it last time? This thing is like a powerful sleeping pill for him. It won't take more than three minutes, and I'm afraid he will fall asleep...

etc!

Akira Kisaragi's eyes suddenly widened, realizing what Yamamoto was planning to do.

bad!

This old man wants to beat someone up!

By the time he reacted, Yamamoto had already talked about what guardianship was.

His eyelids instinctively began to fight, constantly clashing fiercely, and his head, which was originally raised high, was swaying under the hypnotic sound.

"You bastard, it's okay to be arrogant, but you still dare to despise the principles of Genryu!"

"I will teach you today what it means to protect!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yamamoto took off his haori, stretched out his calloused hands, grabbed someone's shaky neck, and carried him directly to the dojo.

Soon, two figures, an old man and a young man, were fighting together.

The difference from before was that Yamamoto was obviously not as restrained this time as he had been before. He clenched his fingers tightly, the sound of Qi explosion was like thunder, and the thick spiritual pressure poured down, as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling, which was suffocating.

A flash of shock flashed through Ru Yueming's eyes, and before he could say anything, his whole body was punched into the ground, leaving only his head exposed.

What followed was a horrific one-sided beating, and the gap in strength was so large that it was difficult to even resist.

Only then did Ruyue Ming realize how far behind he was from a truly strong person. The slightest bit of pride that had emerged was instantly wiped out in the beating.

Outside the dojo, Chojiro looked at the building that had been blasted out of a big hole again, sighed and shook his head.

Ever since Akira Kisaragi joined Genryu and became a disciple of Yamamoto, the monthly repair costs of the First Team have been increasing continuously. If this continues, there will probably be a deficit.

We must find a way...

…………

"Hey!"

Ru Yueming sat paralyzed in the ruins, spitting out a mouthful of green blood mixed with blood, and suddenly felt much refreshed.

He could even get two more punches.

Not far away, Yamamoto's anger was almost gone, and even the look in his eyes was much less murderous.

Looking at Akira Kisaragi, who quickly regained his energy, the corner of Yamamoto's mouth twitched slightly. He had never seen anything like this after living for thousands of years.

But he has really never seen this scene before.

Although he didn't dare to use his full strength, he was very cruel.

At the very least, Kyōraku and Ukitake had never endured such a beating.

Normally speaking, with an attack of this magnitude, if an ordinary God of Death received one punch, he would be lifted to the sky from where he was. If two punches hit him, his body would be completely gone.

Looking at Ru Yueming again, after being beaten for so long, she only vomited two mouthfuls of bile and became lively again, as if she was an invincible Xiaoqiang.

The talent is a bit too exaggerated...

"Don't pretend to be dead over there, come here!" Yamamoto greeted.

Seeing that the anger on his face had disappeared, Ru Yueming grinned and ran over:

"Teacher, do you have any instructions?"

Oh, let's just make a fool of ourselves with this old man, and then when our wings are full, we can directly revolt and change the situation!

Yamamoto responded casually.

Although it was not clear what the boy in front of him was thinking, it was easy to guess from the flattering expression that he was definitely not holding back anything good.

Considering that he had already been beaten severely, he decided not to argue with him for the time being.

"Because of your previous accidental attack, the rebel stronghold was directly destroyed, so the rebels have become more and more active in recent days."

"The frontline battlefield that the Sixth Division is responsible for is currently in a state of anxiety."

Hearing this, Ru Yueming's eyes lit up: "Are you planning to send the 11th Squadron to support?"

"No, this is a fight between nobles, don't get involved easily."

Yamamoto shook his head and said, "You don't know how deep the water is here, and you can easily fall into the quagmire, making it impossible to stand up."

"Don't think that if you have some strength, you can have power among the nobles. Their background is much more terrifying than you think."

"For example, Ukitake and Kyoryu are also nobles and have been involved in many fights."

"If he hadn't been a Genryu disciple and the captain of the Thirteenth Team, he might have died in an accident long ago."

The moon was bright and awe-inspiring, and his expression suddenly became more serious.

Others don't know the strength of Kyōraku Shunsui and Ukitake Jūshirō, but he understands.

It is not difficult to see from Yamamoto's performance that even if the master is so strong, no matter how weak the disciple is, how weak can he be.

"That's what I want to say."

Yamamoto said solemnly, "Be more vigilant during this period and don't take it lightly."

"Although you haven't fully stated your position yet, the destruction of the stronghold has already made some factions hate you."

"Perhaps fighting head-on is not their strong point, but fighting is not the only way to kill someone."

Ruyue Ming nodded, indicating that he remembered it.

Although Yamamoto was a bit cruel, he treated his own people with dignity and sincerity.

"One more thing..."

Before he finished speaking, a black figure appeared in the dojo and knelt down on one knee respectfully.

From the fact that only his eyes are covered, it is not difficult to guess that he is directly affiliated with the fifth division of the Second Division, the Liting Team.

Specially responsible for conveying messages and orders, it is faster and more accurate than the hell butterfly's method of conveying orders.

After all, not everyone can master Tian Ting Kong Luo.

In an era when messengers were not yet popular, Liting Team and Hell Butterfly were the fastest way to convey messages.

As if aware that there were other people beside him, the figure on the ground did not speak, but was waiting for instructions.

Yamamoto glanced at the confused Kisaragi Ming, then nodded and said, "Just tell me."

"Report to the captain, traces of the mysterious man's reiatsu have been found in the 38th district of West Rukongai. Please issue a new order!"

"I know, please step back first."

"yes!"

Captain Liting lowered his head, agreed and disappeared into the shabby dojo instantly.

"This task is left to you."

Yamamoto looked at Akira Kisaragi next to him and said seriously, "First determine the identity of the other party, and then formulate appropriate countermeasures. The prerequisite for completing the task is to save your own life first."

"If you find yourself outmatched, flee immediately!"

Hearing this, Ru Yueming was a little surprised.

This is not something Yamamoto could have said.

In his impression, Yamamoto was a pedantic and stubborn conservative who would do anything to achieve the so-called justice he insisted on.

But after he joined Genryu and became his disciple, he discovered that Yamamoto was not as stubborn as he thought.

On the contrary, this old man always acts with more concerns.

Many times, Yamamoto would also think about his disciples.

possible……

People can change?

After Ru Yueming figured out the key, he grinned, nodded and said, "Promise to complete the task!"

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West Rukongai District 38.

On the plains on the outskirts, under the dim sky, strong winds blew, and the weeds pressed down, revealing the yellow-brown land.

In this silence, dense cracks suddenly appeared in the air three meters above the ground, expanding like a spider web.

Until the space endurance reached its limit, a dull sound of shattering sounded in the air, and countless transparent fragments scattered like rain, falling into the earth and disappearing.

And where the cracks appeared, there was a deep and quiet darkness, as if an indifferent eye was watching the plain.

Soon, a distortion appeared in the darkness, and blood-red light shot out from it, falling on the plain, directly exploding with a terrifying impact, leaving a huge deep pit several meters in diameter on the spot.

After a moment of silence, the sound of giant objects moving was heard in the darkness, and the cold wind continued to flow from it, falling into the plain and stirring up weeds.

Soon, a suffocating behemoth emerged from the darkness. The ferocious white bone mask had red and terrifying eyes. It greedily breathed the air of Soul Society, as if it smelled the smell of freedom.

And not far away in the darkness, on a slightly raised hillock, a figure obscured by the thick ghost light was watching all this silently...

Thanks to GGsbada boss for the tip