Continues off from Part 3, not the interlude.

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Huffing once, I promptly rose up from the crash landing I'd been sent to via Primordial bitch-slap.

All things considered, my scouting trip to Huaco Mundo may have slightly gone off-course.

The tiniest bit.

I haven't exactly gathered much information- And any that I have is... Well, not exactly usable anymore.

Idly taking note of my barren surroundings, I noticed the fact the legion of smaller, compared to the big-ass fucker that hit me anyway, lycan-esque hollows were all steadily making their way around us. Whilst keeping their distance, they seemed to be going into some sort of circle...

It took me a moment further to notice the fact they quite frankly looked mechanical in their movements.

I never thought I'd see it, but evidently, I may have just stumbled into the first macro magical demon army.

I genuinely cannot believe that sentence applies to my life.

Naturally, on taking stock of the fact there was really only one hollow to come to mind who seemed to have a... Technological fascination.

"Grantz!" I started calling out, temporarily freezing the legion of hollows movements as I raised my gaze to the sky, ignoring the gigantic hollow currently preparing to charge at me. The presumable, Priomordial's form looked like he came from the same mother, Hela's Hell-dog came from. Currently standing on two feet. You know, with way more bones covering it... Sticking out of it...

And teeth. Gods that was a lot of teeth.

Oh, and the one eye, as well. Though instead of an eyepiece, surprise surprise, there was just another bone covering the missing one.

Despite all of the power Josh Groban had. Despite the fact I'd practically handed him the Hogyoku on a silver platter-

Fucker still couldn't grow another eye.

The strangely magnetic given I seemed to have a very strange urge to stare at it, oddly designed hollow mask covering the middle of its head was another difference.

Regardless, I turned my focus back on the one, probably, trying to blindside me-

"When I am through with Thriller-" I idly pointed my blade towards the, strangely even more pissed off abomination of a hollow. "You're next on my shit-list."

The legion of hollows sped up.

Hundreds of them practically scampered towards their position in the large circle surrounding me and wolfy-

I forced my body into a duck, barely avoiding the right swing by the large hollow before me. My eyes blinking rapidly as I noticed the sudden building ball of reiatsu at the tip of the beasts chin- The chin that I was forced to crane my neck to see- My body automatically leaning backwards as I made to push my self off the ground. The hollow, instead of making an attempt to grab at me, promptly fired the building cero- the attack's form quickly expanded in size as a veritable wall of reiatsu promptly covered my right side.

My own burst of reiatsu in the same direction pushing me to the left was probably the only reason I still had a right arm- I grit my teeth out of the sudden burning feeling that engulfed said side. My eyes blinking owlishly as I watched the giant hollow promptly disappear from sight, a shadow covering me from behind-

I rapidly brought my blade over my head as the giant hollow tried to smash one of its palms in a downward stroke-

I quickly moved my free hand to hold up the blade, reinforcing it with reiatsu as I almost buckled under the sheer strength behind the attack. The action, for a moment, seemed to earn a surprised expression from the beast, before dread piled up in my stomach as I watched it reinforce its hand with its reiatsu, raise it up and repeat.

Nope!

I flash-stepped away, my body haphazardly turning around on the spot as I dashed away towards the edge of hollows circling me- Only to curse at the sudden brilliant flash of red that filled each of them before spreading out upwards into a dome-like structure, each smaller hollow working in tandem-

I suddenly found my eardrums straining as a furious roar echoed out from behind, prompting me to turn my gaze and body around in a 180.

I quickly released a burst of reiatsu, rocketing into the air as I watched the primordial beast charge my previous spot like a rabid bull- before wincing in pain as my bearings disappeared.

Evidently, I wasn't fast enough, given the new large, painful, gash on my foot.

And my spinning view.

Forcing my body into suspended animation, upside down in the air that is, I found myself staring eye to eye with the beast currently building up another ball of burning reiatsu at the tip of its double-chin-

Wait no, not a double-chin, a double cero.

Holding in the urge to gulp, I promptly stabbed the fucker in his eye and flash-stepped the fuck out, leaving my blade as a parting present.

The sudden roar of pain was admittedly revealing.

At least his eye was damageable?

I'd figured the skin wasn't.

That was how this world's logic worked right?-

I should really find that out.

Either way, following the roar of pain, was the beasts own double cero's implosion, the shockwave of which I might add felt as hot as I imagined Yamamoto's walking stick was.

Almost instinctively, I made to wipe off the imagined sweat-

"Son of a bitch!" I suddenly yelled out, ignoring the way the beast ripped the sword out of it's regrowing eye, turned towards me and flung said blade straight for my face. A literal sonic boom echoing out of its hand

With narrowed eyes, my view for a moment turning tinted-red, I idly turned my head to the side, and rapidly brought my hand up to grab the sword by the hilt-

I quickly found myself flying backwards as the blade, instead of adhering to anime-logic and losing all momentum, promptly pulled me with it.

After a moment of haphazardly pouring out reiatsu to even out the force, I found myself slowing down enough to land somewhat gracefully.

When the primordial fucker let out, what I presume was laughter, my irritation spiked.

I, calmly, rose myself up.

Josh Groban's werewolf form rapidly blinked out and into existence before me, a demonic, twisted-looking, grin on its face.

I sighed once and dusted myself off, earning a twitch in its expression.

"The crash-landing... I'll admit, was on me. But for this-" I remarked, pointing to the burnt patch of hair.

"Well, I'd start saying my prayers, Moon-Moon."

I could practically feel his agreement? Approval? Fuck knows the guy was a nuthouse speciality. For all I know Aizen could be having a meta-physical heart-attack.

"Because, one way or another, that head of yours is going in a goddamn cabinet!"

The fucker responded with another cero.

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