"A Menos Grande clan called the Black-Winged Great Demons?"
Aizen stopped his work and looked at the two in front of him with interest.
"Tell me the details."
Although Las Noches currently had no shortage of Menos Grande, and their combat power was steadily increasing with the ongoing Arrancarification surgeries, as a researcher, Aizen would never complain about having too many materials.
Especially materials of such high quality.
Most importantly, judging from Ulquiorra's description, the personalities of his kin were the exact opposite of his.
They practically encompassed all the worst traits of Hollows.
Cunning, greedy, tyrannical, cruel, arrogant...
"Normally, such a powerful clan couldn't possibly hide from the Exequias. Do they have some special ability?"
Aizen looked at Ulquiorra.
The Exequias was a newly established intelligence unit, specifically responsible for gathering information.
Strictly speaking, its only member was an Arrancar named Rudbornn Chelute.
His ability was very special, named Arbol. Once he released his Resurrección, his body would transform into a tree-like structure.
Branches extended outward from his body, bearing fruits in the shape of skull masks.
By simply injecting enough Reiatsu, the fruits would grow into individual soldiers identical to Rudbornn.
Although their combat power was limited, this near-infinite proliferation ability gave him a natural advantage when scouting dangerous areas.
He didn't fear sacrifice at all.
Even if his "subordinates" died in battle, it was nothing more than a slight consumption of Reiatsu.
To better gather intelligence, Aizen even had Naraku Sora specifically teach Rudbornn some techniques unique to the Onmitsukidō.
With this powerful ability, Rudbornn was practically unmatched in the field of intelligence gathering.
Yet even so, they still hadn't obtained a single piece of information regarding the Black-Winged Great Demon clan.
This showed that the matter was far from simple.
Ulquiorra nodded.
"The place where they live is extremely far from Las Noches, and the surrounding environment is complex. It can be considered a natural maze."
"Those unfamiliar with it who enter will quickly lose their bearings, exhaust their stamina while constantly searching for an exit, and ultimately become food."
Aizen nodded.
That made perfect sense.
Because it was in a developmental stage, Las Noches had not expanded its territory outward.
He had originally planned to explore the unknown regions of Hueco Mundo only after Arrancarifying all the Adjuchas.
But looking at it now, the plan might need to change a bit.
Although Las Noches didn't have too many Arrancars right now, dealing with a Menos Grande clan composed primarily of Adjuchas shouldn't be a problem.
For an Adjuchas, the power boost from Arrancarification was no less significant than evolving into a Vasto Lorde.
With such strength, they were considered top-tier existences in all of Hueco Mundo.
Furthermore, with Naraku Sora tagging along, even if a few self-Arrancarified Vasto Lordes appeared in the Black-Winged Great Demon clan, they wouldn't pose any threat.
This was also a good opportunity to observe the combat performance of the Arrancars.
When the time came, he could filter out some of the weaker Arrancars and assign them other tasks.
Such as logistics, research, and so on.
Right now was a time of rapid development for Las Noches, and every department was short-handed.
"Sora, I'll leave this matter to you."
Aizen didn't think for too long. He looked up at the space in front of him, just about to give a few more detailed instructions, only to find that one person was already missing.
"Lord Aizen, Lord Naraku already went to assemble the team while you were thinking."
"Do you need me to call him back?"
Ulquiorra, on the other hand, stood obediently in place.
Aizen fell silent for a few seconds and sighed deeply.
"No need. There's nothing more to instruct."
"Just go with them when they set off, and make sure that guy doesn't get lost."
Ulquiorra nodded respectfully, his figure flashing as he left the room.
After confirming he hadn't overlooked any important information, Aizen turned and walked toward the depths of the laboratory.
He had more important things to do.
A crescent moon hung high in the sky, and the silver sea of sand stretched endlessly.
A team composed of Arrancars marched into the distance. The air was filled with chaotic, viscous Reiatsu, causing the small Hollows beneath the nearby desert to flee madly.
Their strong survival instincts allowed them to burst forth with astonishing speed.
If they couldn't escape in time and were enveloped by the unconsciously emitted Reiatsu, their fragile souls would collapse in an instant.
"Ulquiorra, are you sure it's this direction?"
Grimmjow stared at the person beside him with a dissatisfied expression. "There isn't a single decent Reiatsu within the range of my Pesquisa."
Facing the questioning, Ulquiorra remained expressionless and said calmly, "Three kilometers northeast, you will see a stone wall with claw marks. Follow the trail all the way forward until you see a dense cluster of caves. That is their nest."
"No one understands the Black-Winged Great Demons better than I do."
Passing through the dense and complex stone forest, a massive mountain wall with countless cave openings appeared in their line of sight.
When several powerful Reiatsu signatures appeared in his Pesquisa, Grimmjow's eyes lit up, as if boundless battle intent was burning in his chest.
*Finally, some decent opponents.*
He was already getting tired of fighting the Arrancars of Las Noches all day long.
At the same time, the Black-Winged Great Demons living in the caves finally discovered the invading enemies.
In an instant, violent Reiatsu surged into the sky.
Like some kind of signal, it immediately swept through the entire nest.
In the darkness, pairs of blood-red eyes lit up, filled with greed and brutality, staring fixedly at the Arrancars who had appeared here.
They were creatures resembling demons from Western mythology, completely pitch-black, with sharp horns on their heads and bat-like wings on their backs.
Their faces were extremely hideous.
The majestic Reiatsu mixed together, making the air so viscous it felt like mercury.
There was no communication. The moment their Reiatsu clashed...
The battle erupted instantly.
As a battle maniac, Grimmjow still took the lead, charging directly into the enemy camp. Without any hesitation, he immediately released his Resurrección.
"Grind, Pantera!"
As the release command echoed, a storm of blue Reiatsu enveloped Grimmjow's body, turning into a howling tornado.
In an instant, Grimmjow, covered in form-fitting white armor, appeared in everyone's sight.
Compared to before his Arrancarification, his Reiatsu displayed an overwhelming, crushing presence.
"It's a Menos Grande we've never seen before."
"I can smell a delicious scent coming from him!"
"Kill this guy, I want the right thigh!"
"It's that ugly Ulquiorra! We have a traitor among us!"
Facing a Reiatsu several times stronger than their own, the Black-Winged Great Demons not only showed no fear, but became even more tyrannical and greedy. The red light in their eyes grew brighter, almost solidifying into substance.
In the air, countless Reishi gathered as they opened their bloodthirsty maws, erupting with brilliant light.
The next second, extremely violent Cero beams shot out, instantly tearing through the air and advancing toward Grimmjow's position.
The barren desert was plowed into trenches, igniting a surging, torrential heatwave ahead.
Dozens of Ceros merged, blazing light emerged, and earth-shattering roars burst forth wildly. Howling gales swept through, throwing the silver sand into the sky.
Grimmjow was completely submerged.
However, just as the Black-Winged Great Demons thought the enemy had been defeated, an azure streak of light tore through the sky full of dust, and Grimmjow, exuding a tyrannical aura, dashed out from within.
Raising and swinging his Pantera claws, he instantly tore the two closest Black-Winged Great Demons in half.
At this very moment, he finally understood Naraku Sora's joy.
*So crushing opponents with sheer stats was this physically and mentally pleasing.*
When the other Arrancars charged in, a chaotic melee completely broke out.
The chaotic barrage of energy instantly turned the nest into a warzone, and the dazzling light of Reiatsu illuminated the deep, dark night.
It even eclipsed the cold moonlight.
But soon, the Black-Winged Great Demons discovered in horror that whether it was individual strength or combined attacks, nothing could make that group of human-looking Menos Grande take a single step back.
There was a chasm-like gap in strength between them.
Some of the slightly smarter Black-Winged Great Demons noticed an anomaly. Standing at the edge of the battlefield was a figure whose Reiatsu aura was completely different from that of a Menos Grande.
It was a Soul Reaper!
Although they didn't understand why such a group of monsters would mix with a Soul Reaper, judging from their behavior, this Soul Reaper held an extremely high status among these Menos Grande.
As long as they took this guy down, they could definitely end the disaster before them.
Thus, under the cover of their other companions, a Black-Winged Great Demon squad led by a Vasto Lorde slipped through the chaotic battlefield and arrived near Naraku Sora.
*It was actually this easy!*
Caught up in wild ecstasy, they failed to notice the look of pity flashing through the eyes of Grimmjow and the others.
Reishi spears condensed, wrapped in powerful Reiatsu, distorting the nearby air.
This was the innate talent of the Black-Winged Great Demons, an attack even more powerful than a Cero.
Without any hesitation, the Reishi spears suddenly tore through the air, heading straight for Naraku Sora's body amidst a shrieking sound like tearing silk.
Smack!
A hand reached out without warning, grabbing the Reishi spear just before it hit.
Accompanied by a scalp-numbing shattering sound, under the gaze of dozens of bewildered eyes, that strike condensed with powerful Reiatsu was forcefully crushed.
Countless Reishi fragments drifted down from Naraku Sora's palm. He looked at the Hollows with a teasing gaze, his mouth splitting into a grin that revealed his stark white teeth.
"Since you want to drag me into this so badly, I'll grant your wish."
The moment his words fell, a Reiatsu several times more tyrannical than that of the Arrancars suddenly erupted. A dazzling pillar of light shot into the sky, becoming the sole focus on the battlefield.
A suffocating aura enveloped the desert, crushing forward amidst a thunderous roar.
Sonído activated.
Naraku Sora vanished from his spot. When he reappeared, he was already right in front of the attacker. Without a word, his large hand clamped down on the opponent's demonic face, and then—
Slammed it downward!
Boom!
Silver-white waves of sand shot into the sky, like surging billows on a raging sea, connecting heaven and earth as the shockwaves advanced in all directions.
Under countless gazes filled with terror, a brutal massacre unfolded!