Help! I am bound to Aizen!-Chapter 192

Chapter 192

Upon seeing his arm severed cleanly in two halves, the burly Quincy’s face contorted in agony. And at that moment, that chain-linked, blue-flame-wreathed blade came slicing in again!

Damn it, another strike?!

The big man’s expression changed drastically. He wanted to dodge, but the pain shooting through his arm was so intense he could barely move, let alone use Hirenkyaku. Even the slightest movement tore at his nerves like a thousand knives.

“I’ve got it,” said a young Quincy with a scar at the corner of his mouth, stepping in front of the injured man.

“Cang Du!” The bulky Quincy—Beckji—brightened at the sight of his comrade.

Like most of the Sternritter who had gained their titles after Yhwach fell into slumber, Cang Du was considered young. Yet among the Quincies, his defensive power ranked near the top. His Blut Vene, a protective technique running like luminous veins across his skin, was nearly on par with Haschwalth’s own. He was confident he could block even one of Haschwalth’s attacks, let alone a Shinigami’s blade.

Cang Du raised his arm, letting the wide white sleeves of his uniform fall back to reveal his forearm. As he readied himself, blue light lines spread across his skin like blood vessels.

Just then, high above, Haschwalth—locked in a fierce clash to hold back Yamamoto’s flames—suddenly turned his head as if sensing something terrible. Seeing Cang Du poised to block the blade, Haschwalth’s heart sank.

“Cang Du! Beckji! Evade!” he shouted, voice ringing through the air.

Cang Du hesitated for a fraction of a second, confused by Haschwalth’s urgent warning. Yet he trusted in his own defensive prowess, so he didn’t immediately step aside.

In the next instant, the short blade pierced straight through his arm and then stabbed clean into his chest without slowing.

“Guh…!” Cang Du choked, spitting a mouthful of blood.

“Cang Du!!” Beckji cried, horrified.

Before their shocked eyes, the chain behind the blade went taut, hauling Cang Du skyward as if he’d been harpooned.

Outside the fissure, Kaelith’s eyes lit up. “Got one!”

He channeled a surge of reiatsu into his Zanpakutō, attempting to reel the impaled Quincy in. But just halfway through, an elderly Quincy blurred into motion, arriving at Cang Du’s side with incomprehensible speed. The old man swiftly reached for Cang Du’s arm, trying to yank him off the blade.

Kaelith narrowed his eyes. The old Quincy was too fast, and with other enemies nearby, it would be nearly impossible to pull Cang Du out in time. Thinking quickly, Kaelith poured even more spiritual energy down the chain.

A mass of blue-flamed reiatsu raced along the chain and into Cang Du’s body.

Boom!

Cang Du’s chest exploded, leaving a gaping hole of blood and charred flesh. The elderly Quincy tried to stop it, but Kaelith was faster. He could only watch a comrade die right before his eyes.

Enraged by the brutal killing, the Quincie’s formation faltered for a crucial moment. Their lapse allowed Yamamoto’s inferno to finally break free.

Flames burst forth in all directions as Vollständig-enhanced Quincies scattered, desperate to avoid direct contact with the terrifying fire. Beckji, still reeling from his wound, had no time to escape. A dragon-shaped torrent of flame consumed him utterly, leaving no trace behind.

Haschwalth’s face turned grim. The nightmare he feared was unfolding. The Sternritter—super-elite warriors painstakingly cultivated over centuries—were being slaughtered as if their prestige meant nothing. Any one of these Quincies would have ranked among the top fighters in the old wars. But centuries of isolation had created a warped worldview. To these newer generation Quincies, the universe was simple: Yhwach at the top, the Sternritter beneath him, and everyone else mere insects.

This arrogant overconfidence had always worried Haschwalth. He’d believed they still had a century or two before any confrontation with the Shinigami, time enough to temper attitudes and prepare. But now they had been discovered prematurely, exposing all their flaws in a bloody, immediate fashion.

Fortunately, the situation wasn’t entirely beyond salvation.

Haschwalth looked toward the fissure that Kaelith had forced open. With the Quincie’s defense disrupted, Kaelith made his move, preparing to leap through.

Just as Kaelith lunged forward, a radiant blue barrier suddenly manifested before him.

“Huh?” Kaelith frowned, studying the barrier blocking his path.

On the other side of the fissure, Haschwalth spoke, voice cold and unwavering:

“Shinigami, stop wasting your energy. The Final Diocese is a power His Majesty left behind. Once activated, it can protect the empire for at least four centuries. By the time its strength fades, His Majesty will have awakened. That day will spell the end of the Soul Society.”

At the mention of “His Majesty,” Yamamoto’s rage boiled over. He roared and swung Ryūjin Jakka at the barrier. From the Quincies’ vantage point, it looked as if gigantic ripples spanned thousands of meters across the sky, shockwaves distorting the very air.

A blonde-haired Quincy girl swallowed hard. “Are… are all Shinigami such monsters?”

Beside her, a green-haired Quincy woman’s voice trembled. “And that boy next to him… he killed Cang Du so easily…”

Many Quincies wore expressions of sheer tension and terror, dreading that the old man might carve through the barrier at any moment.

Fortunately for them, Yhwach’s safeguard was far sturdier than they imagined. It was powered not only by ancient rites but by the entirety of the Wandenreich and its inhabitants lending their strength. Even Yamamoto couldn’t break it down immediately.

Haschwalth wasn’t surprised. Backed by the full might of the invisible empire, this ultimate barrier couldn’t be breached so easily.

He turned, lowering his gaze, preparing to withdraw—when a sudden feeling made him whip back around.

To his shock, that Shinigami boy charged forward again, dual blades in hand.

“Open—now!!”

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With a thunderous shout, Kaelith’s twin swords slammed into the barrier. A crisp crack echoed as spiderweb fractures spread across its surface.

Haschwalth’s eyes went wide. What was this boy?

Seeing Kaelith prepare for a second strike, Haschwalth finally lost his calm. He tapped into every last bit of power and authority Yhwach had bestowed, frantically guiding reishi to mend the barrier’s fractures.

“Quick! Shift the empire’s position as far away as possible!” he shouted. “We must leave this place at once!”