As heavy footsteps, sharp whooshing sounds, and hearty laughter echoed from afar, a surging black torrent appeared on the horizon like a tide, rolling forward along the wide street.
This elite unit of over a dozen individuals surged into the square, where no weaklings could stand, like a whirlwind, then pushed straight into the outskirts of Silbern.
Next, they slowed their pace on the battlefield where the Quincy had once fought fiercely and fled, a scene that happened to fall into Haschwalth's eyes.
Those familiar figures surprisingly stirred a faint sense of nostalgia within him.
Such a powerful army, such an unyielding momentum, he had personally experienced it before, yet now it appeared on Wandenreich's land, a feeling that was incredibly ironic.
"What's going on? Shouldn't it be king against king, general against general?"
Haschwalth quickly regained his composure; although the sudden appearance of these deceased individuals was completely unexpected, as long as all invading enemies could be annihilated in one fell swoop, there was no need to make a fuss.
"They were once valiant generals too. Aozaki didn't require us to duel one-on-one."
Askin remained calm as well, continuously making various calculations.
A hint of doubt arose in Haschwalth's mind, after all, his predecessors had perished at the hands of this group of enemies.
"The entire legion was once wiped out by them. This time, there are some new faces too. I wonder if we can hold them off."
Haschwalth's expression was grave, and he spoke in a low voice.
"Such a large number also increases the difficulty of my calculations, but those few new faces mixed in are definitely not weak."
Askin looked at Rangiku, Nelliel, and Lilynette, who were mixed in with the First Generation Captains, his expression growing heavier.
Haschwalth remained silent. Since the opponent chose to go head-to-head, then so be it.
At least, thanks to His Majesty the Emperor's caution, Wandenreich had gained even greater power than before at the first sign of attack.
The number and strength of the attackers were not inferior; though they were only two, they might not be unable to fight.
However, when he saw a ray of light and a Soul enter Yhwach's body, Haschwalth's eyes narrowed slightly.
This Soul was summoned through Auswählen, and Yhwach seemed to be gradually suppressed by Aozaki.
He took a deep breath and adjusted his state.
No matter what, they would go all out to protect Wandenreich and to guard their faith.
The only "Quincy King" who recognized his existence on an equal footing was his supreme liege, and the one he had to protect.
On one side was His Majesty the Emperor, locked in a fierce battle with a powerful enemy, and on the other was himself in the midst of the enemy army; separated by thousands of meters of pure white earth, both their situations were precarious.
His Majesty the Emperor was forced to use Auswählen, undoubtedly putting him at a disadvantage in the great battle of kings.
And he himself was now deeply surrounded, with brave warriors who had once swept through armies all around him.
Now facing such a terrible situation, their story might end here.
For some reason, a hint of sadness welled up in Haschwalth's heart.
"To defeat many with few, to display our valor, and to protect His Majesty's glory—this is the epic of a hero!"
Haschwalth, dressed in white, raised the Auswählen and ran out without looking back, charging into the enemy ranks without hesitation.
Although a senior's praise shouldn't be given too easily, I still want to say, the way you charged forward was truly cool.
Askin snorted, sighing inwardly. The strength of this half of His Majesty was indeed not to be underestimated.
No, he was already a powerful individual. Although he appeared delicate, his strength was undeniable, making him the strongest in Wandenreich after His Majesty.
But it was easy for him, yet very difficult for others.
If he were to emulate him and charge forward so easily, he would likely be mercilessly cut into meat paste by those First Generation Captains.
Askin's Schrift ability was "D," representing "Death Dealing."
Through precise calculations, meticulous comparisons, and skillful manipulation of various subtle variables in an individual's environment, he could cause an imbalance between the individual and the environment.
Even in extremely passive situations, Askin could still absorb the Reishi generated when his opponents harmed him.
In this process, his body would instinctively analyze the opponent's Reiatsu and gain corresponding immunity.
Simply put, just as the same move cannot be used twice on a Saint Seiya, the same form of Reishi damage also cannot affect Askin.
However, facing these dozen ferocious individuals, they clearly wouldn't give Askin enough time to adapt to the changes in Reishi.
"Vollständig: Hasshein!" With a low cry, Askin unhesitatingly activated his Vollständig.
Instantly, his entire body was covered in complex molecular structures, a Star Cross halo made of molecular formulas appeared above his head, and his shoulders extended into light-wheel wings with overlapping molecular connections.
Facing these powerful opponents, he knew he couldn't afford the slightest carelessness.
At this moment, a mask quietly covered Askin's eyes, and on either side of him appeared two women with mass-produced Hōgyoku embedded in their chests.
Their faces looked somewhat familiar, and Askin quickly determined that they were also members of the First Generation Gotei 13 Captains.
Upon closer inspection, he found the two women very familiar—weren't they Katori Batsu'unsai and Furofushi Saitō, who had participated in the slaughter of the Quincy a thousand years ago?
These beautiful women swung their long swords, slashing towards Askin.
The long swords in their hands gleamed with intense Reiatsu, a fluctuation that even surpassed its intensity from a thousand years ago, exceeding the limits a Shinigami's life should possess.
Meanwhile, Haschwalth was also in a bitter struggle.
Led by Rangiku and Unohana, the First Generation Gotei 13 Squad members launched a fierce assault on him.
These individuals were all experienced warriors who knew how to use their advantages to attack the enemy.
They would not easily allow their weapons to collide with Haschwalth's long sword, but skillfully avoided its sharpness, looking for opportunities to counterattack.
Haschwalth inwardly groaned in agony.
Although he had been strengthened by Auswählen, facing so many enemies, he still felt somewhat overwhelmed.
Each of those First Generation Gotei 13 Squad members possessed formidable combat power, making it very difficult for him to cope.
Fortunately, the power of World Harmony still posed a threat to them, and the Sternritter who saw the battle happening here also came to help one after another.
However, although Haschwalth resisted with all his might, his wounds grew more numerous.
Blood flowed from his body, staining the ground red.