Chapter 50: Zemo, the Fifth Blade of the Ten Blades (Ch 50)

Hueco Mundo, deep in the Hueco-Symphony Palace.
The Arrancar Moze walked through the corridors made of white sandstone with a slight sense of anxiety.
His voice, with a hint of barely perceptible worry, echoed in the empty palace: “Nilu, did you hear that? Where are you? Come out quickly.”
“Zemo!”
Along with a clear shout, a small green-haired figure fell from above like a cannonball.
The Arrancar Moze subconsciously opened his arms and caught her steadily.
“I’m here!” Nilu rubbed against his arms and laughed with satisfaction: “You found me, hehe, you win!”
Arrancar Moze breathed a sigh of relief, then knocked her head helplessly: “Really, next time you play hide-and-seek, can you give me a heads up in advance?”
“I know, I know.” Nilu had a satisfied smile on her face: “Next time, I will definitely tell you next time!”
Seeing her lack of remorse, Arrancar Moze could only sigh.
“Tsk, what an eyesore.”
A cold and impatient voice interrupted.
A figure walked out slowly from the shadows.
Under the light blue hair are equally cold sky blue eyes.
The row of tooth-like mask fragments on his right cheek revealed his identity.
The sixth of the Ten Espada – Grimmjow Jagajek.
His eyes swept over the Arrancar Moze and Nel with undisguised disgust.
“Sorry, sorry.” Arrancar Moze immediately stood up straight with a humble smile on his face: “Did we disturb your rest? I’m very sorry, we will leave now.”
As he spoke, he pulled Nilu and tried to slip away quickly.
“Tsk.” Grimmjow’s face became even more unhappy, and the corners of his mouth opened into a vicious arc: “It’s because of your weak appearance that I always dislike you!”
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure suddenly became blurred.
Grimmjow’s figure was so fast that only a shadow was left, and his right hand was already on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
“Ah!” Mo Ze’s pupils shrank, it was almost an instinctive reaction.
He suddenly pulled Nilu behind him to protect her.
At the same time, a huge silver-white sickle appeared out of thin air in the other empty hand.
clang——!
There was a sharp sound of metal clashing.
The silver-white sickle blade accurately blocked Grimmjow’s powerful blow.
“What?”
Grimmjow froze.
There was an expression of disbelief almost overflowing from those sky-blue eyes.
The recoil force from the Zanpakutō was so heavy that it felt like it had hit an immovable wall.
This force was brutal, direct, and violent, resisting his angry attack.
He felt a tingling sensation in his wrist.
Damn, this guy…
Grimmjow clenched his teeth, his expression becoming even more aggressive.
This wasn’t the first time he had suddenly attacked Moze.
This is not the first time that he has been stopped by this guy who looks weak but is actually extremely powerful.
But this time, he clearly felt an unprecedented pressure.
Heavy, pure, and without any frills.
The recoil force from the Zanpakutō became stronger and stronger, causing his palms to go numb and the bones in his arms to ache slightly.
Even if he tried his best, he couldn’t make the sharp blade deflect towards Moze even a little bit.
Looking at Moze’s expression again…
Damn it, it’s still that damn apologetic look, as if saying “Oh, I’m so sorry to have troubled you again”!
This guy, did he do this on purpose?
With this expression, you can block Grimmjow’s attack?
It’s such a humiliation!
“Hey, Zemo,” Nelue whispered as she poked her head out from behind Moze, a little scared on her face, “He seems even angrier?”
The Arrancar Moze didn’t turn around, but whispered to comfort him, “It’s okay, Nel, Grimmjow was just sparring with me, it’s not the first time.”
“Oh.” Nilu shrank back obediently.
This subtle interaction added fuel to the fire.
Grimmjow could no longer suppress the rage in his heart, and a violent impulse rushed to his head.
He even wanted to turn his sword right here and tear the annoying guy to pieces.
At this moment, a voice without any fluctuations appeared.
“Lord Aizen has given orders.”
A figure appeared silently not far away.
The person who came had a head of black hair and his skin looked even more pale under the pale light of Hueco Mundo.
There are two unique dark green tear-shaped facial lines on the face, extending from the corners of the eyes to the jaw.
The fourth of the Ten Espada – Ulquiorra Cifer.
His dark green eyes swept across the two people in the stalemate blankly, revealing no emotion.
“Have the Ten Espada gather in the conference hall immediately.”
“whispering sound.”
Grimmjow made an unpleasant click of his tongue in his throat.
He suddenly retracted his Zanpakutō, and the blade returned to the sheath with a crisp “click” sound, carrying a suppressed anger.
What a bummer.
Among the Ten Espada, the ones he disliked the most were the two guys in front of him.
One is like a piece of wood who doesn’t care about anything, while the other one has fangs but pretends to be a sheep.
Ulquiorra and Zemo.
Now that the two of them appeared together, his anger doubled.
The most annoying thing is.
But he couldn’t beat any of them!
Grimmjow glared at Moze fiercely, then glanced at Ulquiorra irritably. In the end, he just snorted heavily, turned around and strode away, and the wind he brought with him showed his dissatisfaction.
Seeing Grimmjow disappear at the end of the corridor, Arrancar Moze’s tense shoulders relaxed.
He let out a long sigh, and the humble smile on his face now showed a bit of genuine relief.
“Xiao Wu, thanks for coming in time.”
“Otherwise I really don’t know how to deal with it.”
“This is your bedroom. There will be no problem even if you kill him.”
Ulquiorra said calmly.
After saying that, he turned around indifferently and followed Grimmjow who had already walked a few steps away.
Leaving the bedroom of Zemo, the fifth Espada of the Ten Espadas.
Arrancar Moze turned around and looked at Nel, who had been hiding behind him with only half of her head sticking out.
“Okay, it’s all right now.”
Moze squatted down and ruffled Nilu’s green hair.
“That blue-haired guy is so fierce.” Nilu muttered softly, still a little frightened.
“Well, he does have a bad temper.” Arrancar Moze smiled.
Then, he squatted down, looked into Nilu’s eyes seriously, and said earnestly:
“Nilu, I’m going to attend the meeting. You stay in the palace and play games with Dondechaka, Peixue and the others. Don’t run around.”
“I’ll take you out to play when I come back.”
“Yes! I know!” Nel nodded vigorously, a smile bloomed on her face again, and she hugged the Arrancar Moze: “Zemo, please come back soon too!”
Arrancar Moze also gently held the little Nel with a gentle expression on his face: “Don’t worry, it will be quick.”