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M: TSIA Chapter 159: Kingdom of God
🕑 Added 2025-05-07 14:57:02 +0000 UTCPS: Initially, I wanted to put it on the shelf today and send a message to the editor, but after waiting a long time without a response, I remembered that today is the weekend and the editor is not working.
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This power is a miniature version of Hōgyoku, the soul-destroying spiritual gem. But not for destruction, rather to recreate everything that exists.
The name of the Bankai is "Tenchi Kairin"—When Heaven and Earth Spin Together. It is not just a name. It is a concept. A new law in the form of a Bankai technique.
As long as one is within the range of Lance's spiritual particles, as long as Lance's soul remains intact, then everything Lance imagines can become reality.
“… You feel it, don’t you?” Lance said, his voice like the wind echoing in a quiet space, yet filled with a pressing power.
"This is my paradise!" Lance curved his lips, forming a thin smile full of ambition. In the midst of this world he created, Lance is a god—his existence is absolute. Where every movement and word of Lance determines everything.
His increasingly narrowed Zanpakutō now points towards the "Kingdom of God"—it is not an exaggeration to call it that. In this space, Lance is God, the path to heaven itself. Almost limitless in power, as if Lance could change everything that exists.
Wherever Lance's eyes look, the raging sea suddenly becomes calm, far calmer than even the most peaceful lake. Every wave seems to understand that under Lance's will, there is no place for chaos.
However, there is one limitation. This "Kingdom of God" is still confined. Its scope is only the size of New York City. Like a kingdom locked within small boundaries, sparkling yet restrained.
Of course, it can still be improved.
But to continue enhancing his abilities, there is one path that must be taken—breaking through the boundaries between Shinigami and Hollow.
Hōgyoku.
That name crossed Lance's mind, and an indescribable light flashed in his eyes. In an instant, something much greater and more terrifying awakened within Lance.
When Amenadiel saw Lance's eyes, a chilling aura pierced his body, making him shiver. A deep fear suddenly arose in Amenadiel's heart, something he had never felt before.
Even with just a momentary gaze, Amenadiel's body trembled, and the tips of his fingers shook uncontrollably.
Suddenly, Amenadiel's expression changed. He clenched his fists tightly, as if trying to contain the burning anger within him.
"Blasphemer, you must be punished!!!" Amenadiel's voice was loud, filled with hatred. A dazzling holy light enveloped Amenadiel's body, transforming him into a mesmerizing meteor, accompanied by a roaring storm and thunderous claps. Something that could not be avoided by anyone.
And with unstoppable force, Amenadiel charged towards Lance, launching an attack straight at Lance's chest.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, blood sprayed.
But it wasn't Lance's blood.
It was the blood of a black-skinned angel that appeared out of nowhere. In the suffocating silence, a long, narrow blade was slowly pulled out from beneath Amenadiel's ribcage.
The angel bowed his head, his face filled with confusion and disbelief. "What... what happened?" Amenadiel whispered, his voice choked.
Lance stood there, with a cold smile that never faded. "Angel, in my God’s Kingdom, everything you see is just an illusion. But the reality... is something far more terrifying," Lance said calmly, his eyes gleaming with undeniable power.
Illusions cannot deceive the eyes of angels, but... reality can!
"A... I can't believe it!" Amenadiel bit his lip, trying to solidify the time around him, drawing all the power within himself, attempting to stop the world that had turned into this nightmare.
The wind stopped, as if time itself had frozen.
Lightning struck in the dark sky, illuminating the night’s darkness for a moment with a sharp blue light.
The humans filled with hatred, those who were so thirsty for bloodshed, waited there, unseen but felt in their presence.
Amenadiel turned with a terrifying calmness. Amenadiel's weapon shot down with incredible speed from a high position. Amenadiel's movements were sharp, without doubt or wasted motion. It was the fastest and most brutal attack, as if time itself feared to intervene.
However... the intended target vanished from sight in an instant. Only emptiness hung in the air.
Suddenly, a cold light struck from the sky, breaking the darkness of the night.
Hissing!
Amenadiel's right arm was severed, blood spraying out at a stunning speed, and a sharp pain immediately coursed through Amenadiel's body. It felt as if the whole world was spinning so fast, while the pain deepened, like fire igniting within his flesh.
Unable to withstand the pain, Amenadiel was forced to release his holy spear, which was like concentrated sunlight. The spear transformed into scattered points of light, vanishing in the strong night wind.
Whoosh!
Another stream of blood gushed from the open wound.
Zanpakutō, with a tip glowing like fire, shot forward with unexpected speed, grazing Amenadiel's left abdomen, causing a chilling pain, as if his body was being electrocuted and burned at the same time.
Amenadiel staggered, almost falling. As he tried to distance himself from his opponent, when Amenadiel looked up, an unexpected sight appeared before his eyes.
Lance.
Where Lance stood there with an indescribable smile on his face.
Lance moved forward with determined steps, turned, then lifted his right leg and kicked.
With a resounding sound, Amenadiel was thrown like a meteor, his body soaring into the air, falling into the vast and dark sea.
But there was no time to breathe. Lance raised his hand slightly, and from the depths of the sea, a large ripple emerged, breaking the calm of the ocean. A column of water with a diameter of more than ten meters appeared, lifting Amenadiel's wounded body from the ocean floor.
Amenadiel was lifted, hanging there like a giant cross, his eyes sparkling like gold, staring blankly.
“Dude, you lost,” Lance said casually, stepping closer, ready to deliver a series of punches if Amenadiel refused to admit defeat.
Amenadiel gritted his teeth, his face flushed with anger. “If not on Earth…”
