In Hueco Mundo With shendu Template

A deafening roar, like continuous thunder, echoed around their lord, Baraggan.

The hollow group vented their deep-seated tyranny in their own way.

Following Baraggan's order, the mighty void army set off toward the Forest of Menos Grande, stirring up dust and sand along the way.

This would be an unprecedented war in Hueco Mundo.

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The Forest of Menos Grande

After Santos reported the relevant information, Shendu immediately ordered a mobilization in the Forest of Menos Grande.

Gillian and the Adjucha woke from their lairs and gathered outside the forest.

After unifying the Forest of Menos Grande, Shendu had opened new entrances and exits along the edges to facilitate the movement of hollow groups. At the same time, it served as preparation for the upcoming war with Las Noches.

Inside the White Tower.

Shendu stepped in, greeted by rows of test tubes and unknown body tissues.

Hollow. Shinigami.

Even separate organs once belonging to Kurotsuchi Mayuri and Szayelaporro.

These two madmen spared no feelings—neither their own nor others'—in their experiments. All in the name of truth.

"A simple soul breakthrough is definitely not enough," muttered Kurotsuchi Mayuri.

His mask had shattered, revealing patches of normal skin, though the occasional suture line betrayed that he was far from normal.

Szayelaporro looked disheveled, his once-elegant appearance long gone.

"According to the data provided by His Majesty, killing is an essential part," Mayuri continued. "But the key to Arrancar lies in a Menos Grande mastering Shinigami abilities. There must be an unknown connection between Reiatsu and spirit particles."

Mayuri's smile widened grotesquely, his golden teeth gleaming under the light.

"Even after dissecting your body thirty-six times, the results remain the same. No difference from ordinary Menos Grande. Just compressed and fused layers of Reiatsu!"

Szayelaporro hesitated. "Could we analyze the spirit's wavelength and frequency density?"

"With the current equipment? Difficult."

Neither noticed Shendu's presence, even though he didn't bother concealing his Reiatsu.

"Your Majesty Shendu."

Mayuri finally spotted him.

Shendu's shadow nearly filled the entire laboratory.

"Wrap up the experiments," Shendu said, his voice like magnetic magic, reverberating eerily.

He approached the two, their confusion reflected in his mysterious smile.

"First, we'll analyze the experimental data."

"And then, we'll end a war."

Despite their intelligence, Mayuri and Szayelaporro couldn't fully grasp Shendu's intentions. But bound by loyalty and contracts, they had no choice but to comply.

Outside the Forest of Menos Grande.

Harribel stood organizing the hollow groups loyal to the forest.

Various monsters cowered under her Reiatsu, not daring to lift their heads. Sometimes, the Reiatsu of a Vasto Lorde could overwhelm most lesser Menos Grande.

Shadows blanketed Hueco Mundo like waves in the ocean.

Then, an even more terrifying Reiatsu erupted from the Forest of Menos Grande, blanketing the entire hollow group. The pressure felt like the sky was falling.

Suffocation.

Their bodies trembled like leaves in the wind.

Facing Shendu's unrestrained power, the fear in their hearts morphed into fanaticism. The worship of strength was etched into their souls.

Up close, one could see the demonic sheep-head symbol glowing in their eyes—a mark of the sheep talisman's soul power.

Amplified by demonic magic, it deepened their loyalty, ensuring absolute obedience to Shendu.

This was Shendu's way of preventing internal conflicts within his forces.

Unlike Yhwach, who used soul distribution to enhance his strength, Shendu simply ensured unwavering loyalty.

For Shendu, Yhwach's method was far too cumbersome and time-consuming.

The army was ready to march.

No grand speeches. No fiery proclamations.

Shendu wasn't one for theatrics.

His goal was simple: to face the King of Hueco Mundo.

"Move."

His voice, though soft, reached every hollow ear.

Like a well-disciplined army, the hollows formed neat ranks and set off for Las Noches.

Compared to Baraggan's unruly horde, Shendu's forces were a disciplined army facing disorganized brigands.

This was only the result of Shendu's simple efforts so far.

It spoke volumes about Baraggan's complacency during his reign. With no external threats to challenge him, Baraggan had grown stagnant.

Born in struggle, lost in comfort.

Perhaps that was the root of it.

The hollow army advanced toward Las Noches in orderly formation, a rolling tide of dust and sand rising in their wake, threatening to engulf everything.

While Harribel and Szayelaporro marveled at the sight, they remained composed.

Kurotsuchi Mayuri, however, was utterly shaken.

He clutched his temples, laughing maniacally.

"The cruel, tyrannical Menos Grande—trained to this degree!"

"Our Majesty Shendu is terrifying!"

"I can't wait to see my colleagues' faces when they witness this."

"It's exhilarating!"

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