Under what circumstances would a Grandmaster of the Third Realm look down on a Martial Saint of the Fifth Realm, especially since we don't even have a Martial Saint here?

I really didn't want to think, so I immediately chose the simplest solution.

"Next time, have the Vatican send someone with a brain. This time, I'm even more certain that there's something wrong with your Vatican."

After I finished speaking, Kenpachi behind me made his move. His sword flashed like a bolt of lightning, directly slashing towards Nicole Cook. Although Cook tried his best to dodge the sword, the huge difference in strength made all his efforts futile.

Kenpachi's slash entered through his left shoulder, cleaving Archbishop Cook in two diagonally.

"What are you going to do?"

The Papal Guardian Knights who came with Cook went berserk. Both knights were knight commanders of the fourth realm. They immediately drew their weapons and attacked Kenpachi. Kenpachi didn't even think about dodging. He just laughed wildly and went to meet them.

"None of you can take them from me, they are all mine."

While fending off attacks from two top-tier fourth-realm masters, Kenpachi still had the leisure to turn around and emphasize something to everyone, leaving us all speechless.

Only he could treat battle as joy and pain as enjoyment. Although he soon developed numerous wounds, his aura and combat power continued to rise.

At first, the two guardian knights of the Papacy were able to gain some advantage, suppressing Kenpachi and slashing him a few times.

However, after the battle had gone on for a while, although Kenpachi was covered in wounds, the two of them were no longer able to gain any advantage. They had to use all their strength to defend against Kenpachi's casual attacks.

"Stop it, the two of you are no match for him."

At this moment, Archbishop Cook, who should have been cut in half and died, suddenly spoke. His two halves of his body began to melt, and when they merged together, a hideous monster began to appear in the pool of liquid.

He had one pure white wing, like the wing of a holy angel, but the other looked like a plucked chicken wing. Although he wore majestic and imposing armor, the exposed skin was all festering and oozing pus and blood.

The head, which was skin and bones, had eyes that were different sizes, and a mouthful of yellow teeth that protruded from the lips, making it look quite disgusting.

"Is this your confidence, a bastard of the fifth realm?"

To be honest, I was somewhat disappointed when I saw his form. He's just some hybrid created by that angelic experiment of the Judah clan. Where does this kind of thing get his sense of superiority?

“You should be honored to see the face of God and accept His glory with peace of mind.”

Cook spread his arms wide, making a gesture as if embracing the sky, and uttered some cringeworthy, childish remarks.

"You must have never looked in a mirror, otherwise how could you say such shameless things?"

I only made a slight complaint, but Cook couldn't take it anymore. He suddenly flew into a rage and charged at us, unaware that he had been completely hypnotized by Aizen.

In his world, he has already killed us, but his own alienation is irreversible, and all his cells have been devoured by the flesh and blood of the evil god.

Aizen gently shook his head, indicating that he was completely unable to ask any more questions.