[BSD-RP] Hueco Mundo

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Deep into the blackened abyss of the Forest of Menos, driven all the way into the deepest corridors of it's foundations. A breed of Menos who are deeply infatuated with the nutrition of power, reside in their section of the Forest solemnly. Their unique wails could be heard constantly throughout the volume of the forest, constantly staving off weak natured hollows and even stronger ones. Their innate power unrealistically strong, compared to the common Menos Grande. It is almost unfathomable how they were able to sustain such strength, yet they never leave the depths of their territory. Stronger hollows, Adjuchas and Menos alike would never stray there on their lonesome, but somehow, someway, their battered bodies made their way into their home. Feeding them endlessly, substantiating their power, and keeping their numbers whole and intact. There was only one possible explanation for this phenomenon....

"ROAAAAAAR"
The usual meals had been delivered to their front door. Three Adjuchas, severely wounded, bodies clinging on to the smallest glimmer of life. Their reiatsu gradually fading away every second they laid on the barren sands of Hueco Mundo. Unconscious, they wouldn't even know the fear of what was to come next. Their bodies were put on the platter, and dinner was ready. They wouldn't be able to witness the swarm of these special Menos that came in, in multiples, each obediently taking their portions off their hides. Their reiryoku gleaming at each bite of flesh and mask, the Adjuchas was a completely superb meal for these Menos. For some of them though, it was simply not enough......

One of the Menos, perched in the sky, dived in from the top of the forest, eyeing his true prey the entire time. Due to their slight intelligence from the power they've continued to develop, they had the ability to form basic hunting tactics and paltry strategies to kill their prey. In the mind of this one Menos he only sought true power. The small bites he would get from sharing with his brethren were not enough. He was tired of the waiting, tired of the lies, tired of being on the brink of evolution. The deliverer promised greatness, but only kept them in check, harboring their powers so he could use them to his whim. To that Menos THAT ONE was wrong... they were using HIM.... and now HE will pay with death...
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"And just when I thought..."
The lavender haired individual sighed with a expression of disappointment and failure. He knew it was a task managing his absurdly WEAK motely crew. Still he had thought he'd displayed enough of his power and dominance to these poor and sickly Menos, enough to command their undivided respect. Sadly that was not the case...
"Cero Orcos"
The man standing completely still, removed one of his hands from his pocket and pointed his index finger behind him completely on level with his neck. Without the need of sight or anything, a thin stream of energy expunged from his index finger at near instant speeds. He jerked his index finger up slightly after the beam was fired, dragging the energy upwards slightly before instantly dispelling it strutting off his near perfect control of the ability. He rested his hand back in his pocket, his attention still focused on the dead carcasses of the Adjucas laying before him. To anyone watching the spectacle, would clearly see the true disparity of the situation. The Menos charging towards this man would find itself completely split in half without even a moment's notice. As it's body was disintegrating into nothingness it'd be accompanied with a vertical explosion lining up through where it's body once was. Effectively adding insult to injury, erasing that Menos from existence twice over.
This phenomena, this deliverer, this almighty existence was none other than one of the strongest beings walking through Hueco Mundo. The dangerous wanderer, not having a name until recent times, he went simply by
Elliseo.
"Jeez, I'd doubt you all would want to end up like him. Just continue listening to what I say, and you'll be brought power. Challenging me is futile, your existence, literally meaningless in my presence."
His voice began to rise, subtly, the anger in his tone clearly reaching it's peak
You are all ants, controlled at my whim, if you seek power, you will seek it through me and no one else. Anything different from what I say will result in your complete annihilation. BOW!"
All of the Menos froze in attention, Elliseo could feel the their fear reaching out through their pores. Once again the arrancar would have to place these hollows under his servitude through force. The problem their feeble minds could barely understand was that, Elliseo took pleasure in destroying the weak. Have them under his heel, paying for their transgressions of being so completely inferior to such a dominant force like himself.
Elliseo finally turned around garnering a smile on his face, which could only be shown in half due to the metal helmet covering the left side of his face effectively.
"Now that we're on the same page I'll be taking my leave. Same time same place, I'll be here once again. Don't forget also, no eating other, your only hope of taking me down is together, individually. See ya."
Of course Elliseo was lying, giving them false hope. He could annihilate them combined, together individually, it didn't matter. His strength was too superior and he had confidence he would kill anyone, except for one....
Just the simple thought, the simple mention of her name in his mind changed his stern cold and emotionless glare, into a lazy infatuated smile.
"Ellioraaaaa"
His smile was truly genuine, she was the only one who could produce this effect on him. His only shining beacon that controlled his emotions and ultimately his life. He had too much respect for her ultimate displays of strength, and was confident she could go on her little journey without experiencing any troubles. Much to his slight worry though, he knew OF the situation that was going on currently in her location. Earlier while dismantling that rouge menos of his, his ability El Grito Del Sirena gave him the complete visuals and strengths of the individuals surrounding Elliora. Just a small taste of Elliseo's sensing capabilities, allowed the range of his vision to be near infinite. Hueco Mundo as a whole was his entire playground, there was nothing that could escape from his godly gaze. He needed to return to her immediately, and completely eradicate any of the lowly scum that even attempted to defile her unsullied radiance.

 

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Alfa & Mudo
A taste of power, the strongest of the strong and, in the eyes of some, the most terrifying of entities to exist. Even without the rising levels of reiatsu threatening to rip and crush all that could not bear its weight, the sheer presence each and every one of these Arrancar gave off was enough to force the weak to submit and show everyone else to watch their backs. The reiatsu that radiated from Las Noches right now was like a beacon of fear and raw power that warned all who could feel it to stray far away, for if you feared such power, it would undoubtedly consume you. Alfa and Mudo were different, they did not fear the power that began crushing down on them, but this did not mean they were not cautious of it, knowing full well what they were capable of, perhaps more capable than either of them could currently imagine. But no hollow exists without ambition, the ambition to grow stronger and dominate any who would try to knock them down. Each may carry this out in their own way but none could argue that ambition is what helped them acquire power, so much delicious power.
For Alfa and Mudo this ambition was the hunt, the thing that defined not just them but every hollow that has ever existed, we must feed, and thus we must hunt. This was not a chore, prowling, and stalking hollows for endless years in search of your next meal, a means to not just grow but to ensure you do not devolve. This was not something to fear, being constantly alert to ensure that no one gets the jump on you, always making sure you were the first to strike and your opponent the first to fall. These were the moments that Alfa and Mudo lived for, the very reason for their existence, to hunt and devour all who let themselves get caught. But there is always a bigger fish.
Max, Enrico, and the Vasto that had crashed through the ceiling were like pillars of the embodiment of what it was to be a hollow; power, ambition, and savagery; but they were not the only ones. Others sat and stood at this crumbling table, all Arrancar, the absolute pinnacle of what a hollow could hope to achieve; few made it that far in their evolution, and fewer still lived long enough to grow and prosper as much as those before them. Most would avoid such creatures for fear of their very lives but for Alfa and Mudo, this was exhilarating. They only intentionally showed up to track down Izeel after splitting their small group, having followed his scent and breadcrumb trail to the most well-known location in all of Hueco Mundo, but after witnessing first hand the power that was crushing down on him, the seductive and delicious scent of power that radiates from each one of them, neither Alfa nor Mudo wanted to leave.
However staying was not exactly an option, with the levels of reiatsu rising with no clear end in sight, Alfa was about to kick into fight or flight, and there was no way to fight this kind of power. Opting to run from the growing gravity that was threatening to crush him into oblivion, Alfa used every ounce of strength he could muster from his body and every little bit of spiritual pressure they could summon forth to help them last a little longer under the weight of all these other monsters that surrounded the now broken and shattered room. Though his first instinct was to dash as fast as he could in the exact opposite direction, the voice of Izeel caused Alfa to immediately snap his head and lock eyes with his comrade.
”Move!”
In the time it took for Izeel to finish this one word, Alfa had wasted no time and used all the power he himself contained to push through the impossible weight and strain that was being put on his body, kicking off the window seal with such force and speed that before Izeel could finish pronouncing the word, Alfa and Mudo had vanished and reappeared just a few feet behind him in the void between worlds. Breathing deeply as their body still strained to stand and support their own weight, Mudo made note of what Izeel was doing, why Izeel was choosing to reside in this area, the world between worlds.
~You feel that?~
”I feel my body being ripped apart and crushed if that’s what you’re asking!”
~No, the pressure isn’t rising. Izeel is only letting so much in.~
With the realization that the pressure around his body was indeed no longer growing heavier but seemed to stagnate and idle at the very limits to what they could take, Alfa looked at the back of Izeels head as if trying to meet the gaze of the back of his eyes, breaking out into a small fit of hyena-like laughter that only lasted a few seconds. Alfa was about to call the man crazy for wanting to stay so close to something that could so easily kill him, but as Izeel continued to speak, more began to make sense.
"There is no shame in being weak Alfa, but there is shame in staying weak. This is how the weak can easily become monsters! Now witness history in the making with me, my friend!"
As if a switch had been flipped, the fur on his back began to stand on end and an ominous cold yet pleasant chill of excitement seemed to crawl up their joined spines. It made sense now, why Izeel came here and accepted the invitation that was not meant for either of them, and he was right in what he said, staying weak was to be shamed, even feared. Just as you seek food when you are hungry and food presents itself, you will eat; when the weak witness power, they reach for it, hunger for it. Just a taste. A taste of power.

 

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Encirclement Battle
This has all played out before and if history repeats itself it shall end the same as always. Maximiliano has never done well in a pack they always buckle and collapse in on themselves leaving him alone to feast in solitude. The Espada are no different from a pack, in fact, they are the top pack in all of Hueco Mundo and their leader is none other than the God King. Simplified like this it makes the Espada and God King no different than some other organized pack of Hollows. Again, Maximiliano does not do well in packs. They all strive for their own goals looking to kick the feet out from their ally to gain a step ahead of them. Where does that lead them? Right into the jaws of a bigger and stronger Hollow that turns their years, sometimes centuries, of planning into nothing but a final gasp of wasted air. Does Max have plans? Indeed he does, plans that would see the pinnacle of Hollow’s ascend into something no Hollow has ever seen before.
As a Hollow sent on a long spiralling course towards Las Noches, as a Hollow born with strength, Max longed for evolution. He wanted to become more, he wanted to become a Vasto and then from that an Arrancar. Bypassing the Vasto stage he became an Arrancar and when he did he sensed that there was more growth to be had. Is this the intoxication of power blinding him and making him want to grasp for more? No, he was born with power he can no longer be intoxicated by it. He wants to grow and evolve to “flip the table” to essentially swap places with the Shinigami and make them the bottom feeders of the world while Arrancar rule as true keepers of balance. However, this goal is so far from his grasp that he finds himself able to turn away from it just to try and start again.
”Won’t you join me?”
He speaks these words to Helliodoro that seems confused by everything he had said thus far and had there been no interference he would have died in his confused state. A gust of wind strikes his wrist, strike is bold to say as it was subtle enough to adjust his aim and cause his Bala to veer off course. However, before that, there was a gnat hovering around one that Max had removed from his radar as he was nothing but mouth. He had “surrounded” the prospect as he was making his move against the Vasto Lorde. The talker must have been anxious, unsure of himself to make such a hasty move while he was dealing with more important members of the collected Hollow congregation. To deal with a threat closing in from all sides would be enough to send anyone into a panic, the fraction of a second they have to formulate a plan then carry it out is vital. If they fail to carry it out they risk falling to the all out assault. This multi angle assault told Max that this one is insecure in its strength and must rely on multiple angles of attack to gain victory. Foolish. Max’s power of spiral stems from his very being and it retaliates like reactive armor to the closing threat of Enrico. Did he think that Max would not sense him being so close?
Expansión de Hélice is an ability that spontaneously erupts outward with a concussive force, this force meets the hands of Enrico’s Gemelos Sonído. Occupying multiple spaces with his speed is a deadly tactic for sure, however, he is still occupying that space therefore he still exists within it, three different spaces to be exact. The end result will be the same with the crushing of his fingers and hands. This sudden outward burst of his spiral instantly pushes back within a 10 meter radius. Already committed to destroying the prospect Enrico would find himself flying back from Max. The speed at which his arms were moving as they smashed against a greater force would result in broken and twisted fingers along with fractured forearms. Heirro is viable for blades, but the bones under the skin are still subject to being crushed and broken without ever damaging the skin. Enrico aided Maximiliano in destroying his own arms whilst also pushing him away from the prospect. Max had merely swatted a gnat that flew too close to his face. All of this taking place within the same heartbeat that Enrico foolishly decided to attack.
He spares no time to look towards Enrico as his gaze looks up towards the sky and at this moment, he halts his Reiatsu. The royal purple tint would fade from the area allowing the scattering Arrancar to breath and move freely. There is a strange pull he feels as if gravity had increased at a single point down below. This unknown force below him was an annoyance and he decided to deal with it the same way he intended to deal with Helliodoro, a swift, speedy Bala moving at twice its normal speed, this speed increasing further due to this unknown pulling. With his hands casually hanging at his sides he opens his left hand and fires. Such a passive and throwaway thought is given to the attack as if he were swatting away another bug. The size of the Bala expanded as it traveled growing large enough to encompass three fully grown adults. The strength was proportionality the same as the one fired at Helliodoro meaning those caught in the Bala would find their bodies and their being obliterated.
He continued to look upward during all of this as he took note of Helliodoro launching himself high into the air, higher than they already were. Was he running away? The beast was dull so it was within reason that he would fly straight up instead of a different direction. But no, Max did not see it that way it was absurd, yes, but that ear-piercing Vagido, which did not harm Max due to the naturally formed spiral in his semicircular canals that dispersed any damage that would have been done, did not seem like the roar of a fleeing beast. He then felt it, he was sure they all felt the energy Helliodoro was gathering at this moment. He was taking his time gathering his energy and so Maximiliano would oblige this gesture and do the same. Lifting his right arm and holding his middle and index finger together Reiryoku began swirling at the tip of these fingers. A second passes, the energy grows, another passes and it is swiftly condensed with use of his Contracción de Hélice. This scene is but a replay of what he had done in preparation against the Togabito except this one seemed like it was going to be different in function.
The time Max patiently awaited the attack is time that others could use to attack him, he expects an attack especially from Enrico, provided his healing abilities could repair his broken hands and forearms in time to do anything to the prospect. Finally the Vasto Lorde released all of its rage and anger down upon Max and Las Noches. The gargantuan blast makes him smirk, he sees strength and he is impressed. Max fires his own unique Cero known as Hélice Cero: Olvido Infinito (Lit. Helix Zero: Infinite Oblivion). A drill like Cero flies into the air, it’s compacted strength does not match it’s size as it is a beam about a foot across in diameter. The small beam spirals through the air, faster than the larger mass Cero that rains down with death and destruction. The small Cero makes contact and proceeds to drill through it all the way to an exit point. While it was not dead center it exits and drills through the Vasto’s stomach and out his back who is fixed in place firing his beam. The properties of Hélice Cero: Olvido Infinito allow it to travel without end only exploding when Max wills it to, which he does in the very next moment. By doing this he explodes the massive Cero before Abraam’s hits seeing as how Max fired his own Cero at the same time as Helliodoro while Abraam sat and waited for the beam to fall closer. His lightning-esque Cero would howl through the plume of fire and smoke of the aftermath.
Only The Moon
The exploding Cero detonates Helliodoro’s prematurely creating a spectacular explosion with a gale of wind rushing down upon those below. A plume of fire and smoke shroud the sky save for a hole, an eye of the storm if you could call it that, left from Max’s Cero. The Vasto, who was fixed in place, would have been impaled by the Cero would not have been there had the Cero obliterated him as intended. The quaking of the explosion rocks the very air they stand on, unperturbed by this and other events going on around him, Maximiliano turns to Enrico, The Gnat. What Enrico would see through the hole in the plume of fire is the moon that always hangs in the sky except it sits behind the head of Max like a crescent white halo. He then starts to grin at Enrico.

"You are nothing but the dirt beneath my feet, only existing to breath life into the seeds I plant."
He extends his arms outward as if expecting an embrace from the Arrancar. Did he think he was done with the Vasto Lorde in the sky? Not in the slightest, he hoped that the beast survived somehow so that he may join the fold. But this one before him? This Arrancar who talks about being a king and the proper etiquette of one? His decision on him was up in the air. What of Elliora who attacked the only Arrancar he could call a friend in this “meeting”? He knows it was her who interfered with his Bala, she even taunted him for “missing”. All the other Arrancar who stepped down from the stage to challenge him did not matter. He was slowly losing interest in all of them there, all because he sees the signs of another typical pack that will go nowhere and drive itself into the ground.
Audience to God
His arms lower themselves, he smiles at Enrico not with malicious intent nor was he looking down on him with this smile. Enrico has the full undivided attention of Maximiliano at last. The False King was denied attention, ignored, and like a child throwing a tantrum or seeking attention he did something outlandish to get it.
”Dirt, yes that is what you are, however, kingdoms are built upon fertile soil. A kingdom can cultivate much from this fertile soil, it extends out and helps those who gather to grow as well. Fertile soil does not need to do much in order to bear fruit, mi amigo. Merely existing is enough. A king is not a king without a kingdom, without subjects, without passion nor goal. Without these things, Enrico, a King is but a man.”
Max takes a look at Las Noches, damaged yet still it stands above the sands of Hueco Mundo. He was enraged earlier, he damaged the one thing he loved more than all else, his anger and annoyance with these Arrancar was obvious. All packs are the same, this stagnate way of thinking is only true if he does nothing to change it. He is in a position to not be a pawn in a pack but instead to lead it. Enrico’s arrogance surely wouldn’t stop, he would lash out again but how would he fare against the prospect now that he can’t catch him off guard? Max continues to speak to him, not having noticed it he is quite the chatterbox himself centuries of being alone are finally revealing dreadful habits.
”Enrico, the time has come. Our new chapter, our new destino. (Lit. Destination)
He calls the Arrancar by name for the first time after finally understanding Enrico, a man who wishes to be the center of attention. He opens his arms again as if offering an invitation.
”Come amigo. Enjoy this hallowed feast in all its glory.”
Max was not asking to be consumed, his tone does not imply that, what it does implicate is that he wishes to continue their fight. The hallowed feast is the battle that they could both partake in unless Enrico chooses to step down from fighting the prospect.
”And when the feast is over, I, some no name Arrancar, will be appointed by my own hand.”
His reiatsu returns, though it hugs his body and is not sent outward as it was before. His excitement mounts as he could hardly contain it ready for another fight, another battle. Another reason to show why he is the God King.

”I am your brother and your new blessed God.”
This battle for the crown and throne continues. But the man closest to Godhood is not letting up. He will lead this pack to greatness and he will fight all those who dare try and take the title of God King from him.

 

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[ARRIVING IN CENTRAL SEIREITEI]

Hibiki was already fast on his way back to exactly where he started with his gift in tow and his mind on the prize. He had effectively thought ahead up until the very moment he got to hueco mundo on how he was going to return to his original location, after all it made the most sense. This of course only came at the notion that he was in Hueco Mundo with no real way of tracking his location. Yet everything had fallen into place without a hitch given the circumstances. A few fights certainly never put a stain on a man’s pride especially when they were so exhilarating to partake in. His breathing was fine tuned and efficient as each step of shunpo propelled him forward without hesitation being sure to weave between each and every tree. He was sure Hueco mundo was in the works for a new world order given the words that weird figure left with him. In the end Hibiki could only hope that his message had reached the seireitei, let alone captain Oda of the fifth division. That was all he could do was hope and as it stood that was his only driving force. In turn with his mission complete Hibiki would make his way back to the point of his arrival only to find one thing lying in wait for him. His boar headed gaze locked dead ahead as he pressed onward only to find a shinigami born garganta or as they saw it from their end the Keikaigi. At first glance those that stood lying in wait with their kido stricken minds ready to lay waste to anything that didn’t bear the appearance of a shinigami they were sure to mistake hibiki for an adjuchas. His appearance was so drastically altered with just a passing gaze of his physique. His head covered with that of a hollows own cranium and his waste decorated with the pelt of the very same beast. It wasn’t exactly clear whom or what it was coming through that oh so precious gate at the time but once through their further inspection would show them just who it was.

This was no different than when he left except the speed in which he came barrelling through the exit. One would think simply judging by his pace that he was going to come out of the garganta and head straight for the head captain's office or even straight to his barracks. However once he came to a skidding stop his sandals grinding across that sleek white surface beneath his feet causing dust to kick up as a result. Even if the shinigami awaiting his arrival weren’t shocked to see his appearance his eyes underneath that veridian boar head were wide. He couldn’t help but notice the state of being that the seireitei was in especially considering he had only been gone for a single day if not just a few hours tops. In his mind it was crazy to think that the seireitei had effectively begun going up in smoke by the look of things. Had his lieutenant made it out of the hospital, what about the head captain’s orders, or even the idea that there was a potential assault of some kind on the seireitei. Things had taken a complete 180º since his departure to say the least. As it stood he was back from his journey meaning the first order of business was regrouping with his lieutenant among the long list of things that would follow that.

 

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Listen Here!

What was it exactly that the King desired? It couldn't possibly be more infamy, could it? After all, he truly believed in every proclamation he had made thus far. There was no one greater than him, no one worthy of batting an eye to. At least not in combat. He wasn't sure when this feeling of loneliness had come upon him, but he was certain that it was something he'd known his entire life. Being alone wasn't something he fancied, yet he continued to push others away. Caught up in his own pursuit of power, he was now... Alone. Yes, that would be the fitting word for it. Even with his clashes against Vincent, his self-proclaimed "father," Enrico felt nothing. All that came of these matches were a disappointment on both ends. For Enrico, the idea of a God-King was preposterous, yes, but it was a challenge at the very least. Despite how much he despised fighting, it seemed as if his very soul yearned for it. A feeling that he couldn't fend out had blossomed from within. Yes, this was starting to make sense to him now.
With the new prospect for the ridiculous title around, Enrico was enjoying himself. This was a newfound feeling. Warmth had found itself invading his heart. Perhaps it wouldn't be wrong to say that he was happy at this very moment. A peculiar sense of happiness, undoubtedly, but a sense nonetheless. It was hard to keep his exterior from exhibiting emotion. He wouldn't allow himself to suppress his feelings at this moment. Whether or not he wanted to continue fighting was something he was still unsure of. This didn't mean he found his opponent to be stronger than himself, nor did he doubt his own capabilities. Instead, this meant that he had found something worth savoring. A battle that finally appealed to him. Another intelligent being with the strength to back up everything he brought forth. Not once in his life had he known such a prospect. No, he didn't consider Vincent to be the same as this one. Before him was sheer talent, the likes of which he had only acknowledged within himself before.
The Gemelos Sonido are dispersed, but they don't leave in a manner that allows Max to swat them away. No, Enrico's technique wasn't just special in its application of tangible after images. The literal sound from his clones being dismantled was more than enough to not only break the Hierro of Max given his close range, but it also made him subject to an internal attack. It seemed as if the two of them thought in a similar way. Perhaps in another life, Max had even been an advisor of some sort. Or maybe, the two had stood at equal footing as they were now. Was this to say that Enrico was challenging him for the title? No, not at all. As his body is flung away temporarily, Enrico's face paints a rather clear picture. A rather unique radiance presents itself alongside his amber orbs. The two work together to really show off Enrico's beauty as his hand clinging to his sword acts, withdrawing it from the sheath just before he is fully thrown back. Even if he had decided to do this after the fact, the idea would've remained the same. Although they are not on the ground, Enrico's sword strikes the air as if they are. Reishi plates have formed beneath him, acting as a substitute for the ground in order to slow him down. Given his strength and the amount of spiritual energy he put into making the plates, this circumvents the potential damage that the man could've inflicted upon the False King's insides and bones given the force at which he was thrown back. Whether or not he would still fling Enrico despite the sonic booms that were formerly known as after images was highly likely. Those below would not only have to worry about the Cero from the Vasto Lorde, but they would also have to worry about their ear canals rupturing and their own body being attacked by the ridiculously loud sound waves coming from the 4th Espada's clones. This further drilled home the fact that Max was not in the safest spot.
As the Fourth Espada stops himself from traveling the projected distance, he takes a look at Max while remaining conscious of his surroundings. It was smart of him to not bring the Espada near him. He had already taken into account his aspect and potentially deciphered what it was capable of. Whether or not the others have done the same remains up for inquiry, but he doesn't doubt Elliora in the slightest. Without looking at the signature of spiritual pressure, he still "looks" at it as white lines appear before him. The one coming from Helliodoro is large enough to warrant terror from others, but not from the King himself. Should the Cero come towards him, he will find its entirety broken down and assimilated within one fell swoop. Yet another instance of the battery and conduit had presented itself. Although it would have been fairly easy to recoup and attack the prospect before him, he elects not to. With a beam still plastered to his face, he observes his every move. From the gathering of his own energy to the movement he makes when speaking to Enrico, he doesn't fail to enthrall the Espada. Even before the plume of fire clears, Enrico can already see the prospect in all of his glory. It seems as if he has ascended to the heavens, but he knows this to not be true. A small cackle finds itself erupting from the man just before the prospect speaks. Truly, he had gained the attention of the Espada—undivided and not aggressive. If there is more for this man to say, then it shall be acknowledged by the King of all worlds. After all, the strong are allowed to speak as they please—even if they're deluded.
"You are nothing but the dirt beneath my feet, only existing to breath life into the seeds I plant."
Hoh, that's a fun one. But he's not done speaking. Even if he's not done, what excuse has he come up with for calling the False King dirt? What reason could there possibly be for him referring to the man in such a daring way?
”Dirt, yes that is what you are, however, kingdoms are built upon fertile soil. A kingdom can cultivate much from this fertile soil, it extends out and helps those who gather to grow as well. Fertile soil does not need to do much in order to bear fruit, mi amigo. Merely existing is enough. A king is not a king without a kingdom, without subjects, without passion nor goal. Without these things, Enrico, a King is but a man.”
Ah, there it is. The explanation in all of its glory has come forth. It has been made clear that Max was indeed listening to Enrico despite his actions. A sudden realization comes upon the man as it's made clear that he wasn't listening to the prospect clearly. Perhaps this is why he jumped to such a rash decision. His sword remains sheathed now as the prospect continues. His words are wise and not unheaded; he seems to know what it means to be a King after all.
”Enrico, the time has come. Our new chapter, our new destino."
There is something about his intonation that resonates with the Fourth Espada. This is a chance to have something he didn't have with Vincent. A true challenge whenever he wishes. Someone capable of backing their words and ideals with their intelligence and strength. Neither would be neglected. This is a feast indeed, Enrico notes to himself while he listens as he watches the man's Reiatsu pool around him yet again.
”I am your brother and your new blessed God.”

Perhaps saying he was Enrico's God was too far, but alas, it's not this that sticks with him. It's his proclamation that he is Enrico's brother. The well of loneliness within him seems to have dried up and been replaced with excitement as his own Reiatsu flares, clashing with the prospect's once more. This time, however, his malice does not exist. It does, however, threaten to harm those below them as it did before. Alas, he cares not.
"What a speech, Maximiliano." A tone with a high degree of respect echoes from the Espada as his smile still persists. For one reason or another, he doesn't seem keen on fighting anymore. Instead, he continues to speak despite the threat that looms above them. He's not worried and it appears as if the prospect isn't either. This is how things should be. The strong can speak without interruption.
"I accept your proclamation, brother. But I want you to know that the moment I catch you slipping up... The moment you falter while wearing that crown that you have anointed yourself with..." His words grow bolder as he speaks, his radiance falls on Max like poison now, as his intent becomes clear.
"Is the moment that I'll have your head."