"Seal it off! Seal that area off too!"
"Has that fire been extinguished? That's where the important document repository is! What are you dawdling about?!"
"Get the bodies out first, here too!"
"Immediately notify the clans, reorganize the Seireitei order... Damn it, where are the people? These bastards who deserted their posts!"
One order after another was continuously issued from the underground conference room where the Central 46 Chambers were located, carried by the Execution Force to various departments, in an attempt to restore the Seireitei's due dignity in the shortest possible time.
But in the center of the underground conference room, there was silence.
Kunitsuna Masato, as the acting clan head, sat quietly at the table, waiting with a solemn expression.
The Sages of the Central 46 Chambers, who usually yelled and screamed at the various departments of the Seireitei, were now sitting quietly behind their seats like elementary school students.
Some of the less successful ones were even trembling slightly.
Although they seemed to be trying their best to restore the Seireitei's original order, it was just a measure to stabilize people's hearts.
Everyone knew that a battle that could determine the fate of the entire Seireitei, and even the entire Soul Society, was unfolding in a place they didn't know—at the cost of the life of the previous Kunitsuna clan head.
Kunitsuna Masato was the one with the most turbulent thoughts.
However, in order to maintain the dignity of the Kunitsuna clan, he had to keep a straight face and stay here with them, setting an example.
Kunitsuna Masato knew very well that if he showed even a little bit of unease, these senile and foolish Sages would definitely run faster than anyone else.
But how could they not think?
If the vast Soul Society was really occupied by the Genryū bandits, where could these so-called noble bloodlines run to?
Who in the entire Soul Society didn't know?
The slogan of the Genryū when they started was to kill all nobles.
Just as the air in the entire underground conference room was gradually falling into a deathly silence.
Kunitsuna Masato suddenly stood up from his seat with a 'thump'.
He keenly sensed that the spatial coordinates of the Kyougoku had appeared in his bloodline perception.
But almost at the next moment, a sense of annihilation that was so strong it was shocking came from within the Kyougoku, instantly losing all vitality.
At that moment, he understood the result of the battle.
"Lord Kunitsuna?"
"Lord Masato?!"
"Has the victory or defeat been decided?"
"I wonder how the battle is going?"
This one action immediately caused everyone present to stand up and ask Kunitsuna Masato from all directions.
However, Kunitsuna Masato only held the table, standing in place for a while.
His face suddenly turned pale.
Completely losing color.
He murmured in a low voice: "How... could we lose?"
That voice was extremely soft, but hearing it in everyone's ears was like a thunderbolt, exploding.
Some of them, almost as soon as they heard that sentence, stood up from their seats with extreme decisiveness. The old men, who usually had to be helped by their juniors or students, actually picked up Shunpo again, and their entire person suddenly disappeared from the spot.
The remaining part was in a panic, completely without the ability to make decisions, spinning around in place like an ant with its antennae removed.
However, Genryū Juku wouldn't give them time to react.
"Boom—"
Outside the Seireitei, a sharp whistling sound that seemed to tear space apart suddenly came from the sky.
No, it was indeed ripping the sky apart.
All the remaining Shinigami of the Seireitei looked up blankly.
Then, they saw a pitch-black crack split open from the air.
The leader was naturally Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni and his party.
Although he had just gone through a decisive battle with all his might, Yamamoto's state didn't seem to have fallen much.
He looked down at the Seireitei beneath his feet, his expression and eyes indifferent, as cold as a machine.
At this time, the total number of Genryū Shinigami behind him was less than two hundred.
But each of the remaining ones had at least the strength of a future seated officer or above.
At this moment, the group arrived with the momentum of a great victory.
Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni slowly opened his mouth:
"Today, all nobles in the Seireitei, who are taller than the height of a cartwheel."
"Will be slain."
"Instructors and teachers from each department will restrain their team members and carry out orders, protecting the property and data of each clan."
"Looting, rape, and abuse are strictly prohibited. Accurately distinguish between nobles and slaves/servants, and strive to complete the task in the shortest possible time."
"Those who disobey will die."
That voice, like a resounding bell, instantly荡涤 the entire Seireitei.
The Shinigami who were still here immediately realized that something was wrong when they heard this voice, and instantly understood that the Seireitei's last trump card had been completely smashed to pieces.
All the nobles were pale.
The Genryū Shinigami who survived that terrible battle, on the other hand, were all rosy-faced, their eyes shining. They all roared in response:
"Yes!!"
Not just anyone can survive in a real killing group.
Many of the Genryū Shinigami who had come out of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood had been insulted and abused by the so-called nobles, and a small part of them had even been slaves of the nobles. That was why they had come to this 'holy land' at all costs in order to learn the skill of killing.
Now that they could finally achieve their wishes, how could they not be excited?
The moment the order was issued, the Genryū Shinigami behind Yamamoto and others flew out like shadows, raising their blades and rushing towards the noble Shinigami wearing black shihakushō.
Distinguishing between servants and servants was a matter for later.
Now, they were specially looking for those wearing the uniforms of the Execution Force and the Shinigami, and they were guaranteed to hit the mark with every strike!
Soon, the entire Seireitei turned into a killing field filled with bloodshed and the sound of metal clashing.
Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni didn't even bother to take another look at the scene below.
He was someone who had climbed out of a pile of corpses.
If it was an action that could quickly resolve the former ruling class, no matter what it looked like, he wouldn't think it was excessive—as long as it was done quickly and decisively, and could be uprooted, even if it caused the innocent servants to be injured, he wouldn't care.
As for himself, he strode towards the underground conference room at the center of the Seireitei.
The Central 46 Chambers had to be killed first.
Fujimiya Makoto and others, as subordinates, naturally had to learn to understand the core requirements of their leader.
After seeing the direction that Old Man Yama was looking at, a group of teachers immediately took people to seal off the passages around the Central Underground Conference Room, and killed all the nobles who had panicked and ran, intercepting them all in the vicinity.
Each of the Sages in the Central 46 Chambers represented the opinions of many large and small nobles, and many of them were even the heads of upper-class nobles themselves.
The secrets and data in their heads were all very useful things.
Even the Genryū newcomers needed them.
"Bastard! Plebians!"
"Do you know who I am!"
"This old man is the head of the upper-class Hashiba clan, how dare you move your weapons against this old man!"
"Damn it, all of you get out of my way!"
However, even at this point, many of the high-ranking nobles in the Seireitei still couldn't see the situation clearly, and still thought they were great nobles who were stepping on the heads of everyone in the entire Soul Society.
Facing the groups of Genryū Shinigami who were coming in droves, they dared to take out whips and, like they usually did when beating slaves and servants, roar and wave them to show their power.
Fujimiya Makoto didn't even look at such trash, and beheaded them with one strike.
Most of the remaining nobles weren't any better.
These rats sitting on the conference hall may be good at politics, struggle and framing, and may even have their own unique skills in using and fabricating wandering souls.
However, when the people below them drew their katanas and pointed them at them, these elegant nobles all turned into a group of pigs who would only cower on the ground, constantly trembling.
Fujimiya Makoto still remembered the 'research materials' and 'spiritual food' that he had found in the clan lands of the nobles when he was fighting with them in various places, so he really didn't have any psychological burden when killing these people.
The road from the White Road Gate to the Central Underground Conference Room was covered with large patches of scarlet blood.
Unlike the little guys who were cleaning up the periphery.
Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni descended from the sky.
Walking straight into the conference hall that led to the pitch-black underground.