stonecrandall Chapter 415 I'll send you 'away' now.
Chapter 415 I'll send you 'away' now.
Chapter 415 I'll send you 'away' now (6k chapters combined)
"what!"
"Quick! Let's go!"
"No, don't steal it—"
The fog, smoke, and fire of the night bathed the capital of the Water Kingdom in a hazy interplay of light and shadow.
The capital of the Water Kingdom is no longer as tranquil as it once was. Thick smoke rises from many parts of the streets, and the firelight paints patches of hazy orange-red in the fog.
Overturned vehicles and scattered goods can be seen everywhere on the main street.
Cries, shouts, the crackling of flames, the sounds of clashing weapons, and screams filled the city, which had clearly descended into chaos.
The old order has been shattered, and the new rules have yet to arrive. Taking advantage of this gap, maggots eagerly crawled out from the corners.
boom!
Deep in an alleyway off the main road, the gate of a courtyard was violently chopped open by three thugs.
Three thugs, armed with sticks and machetes, their eyes murky and fierce, squeezed into the house, their faces filled with the excitement and malice of taking advantage of the chaos, blocking the family of three who hadn't had time to leave.
"Quickly! Hand over all the valuables!"
The leader of the thugs grinned, his machete gleaming coldly in the dim light. His greedy eyes roamed the cramped room, finally settling on a family of three shivering in the corner.
They were a middle-aged couple, dressed fairly decently, who were tightly protecting their eight- or nine-year-old daughter behind them, with their backs against the cold wall, with nowhere to retreat.
"The money, the money is all there! Give it all, give it all to you, just don't hurt us!"
His face was deathly pale, and cold sweat poured down his forehead. He quickly pointed to the wooden table beside him, on which sat a bulging bundle of coarse cloth.
A thug immediately pounced over, ripped open the package, and some banknotes and a few pieces of gold and silver jewelry spilled out.
His eyes lit up instantly, and he grabbed a handful of food and stuffed it into his clothes, laughing excitedly, "Hahaha, I've hit the jackpot!"
This trip was worthwhile!
"Hurry up, stop dawdling, there are those things all around here!"
Another thug kept glancing anxiously at the fog-shrouded street outside the door, saying, "I heard they eat people without spitting out the bones and drink blood like it's water. Let's grab the stuff and get out of here!"
"Hehe, what are you afraid of?"
The thug stuffed money and gold into his pockets, grinning and revealing a set of uneven, yellowed teeth as he sneered, "Isn't this all thanks to them?"
"If they hadn't turned the city upside down, would we have had this opportunity? Don't you understand the saying 'fortune favors the bold'?"
The leader of the thugs ignored his accomplices' argument; his self-sunlight shone past the man and landed on the girl who was being held tightly in her mother's arms.
Around the girl's neck was a thin silver chain with a small jade pendant hanging from it, which shimmered slightly in the dim light.
"There's more good stuff?" He grinned maliciously, reaching out his filthy hand to grab the girl's neck.
"No!" the girl screamed in terror, instinctively closing her eyes tightly and burying her face in her mother's arms.
"Bastard!" The wife hugged their daughter tightly, and the man's eyes widened in fury. He growled and was about to pounce on her when... *snap*!
The sound of flesh and bones being smashed suddenly rang out.
Warm liquid with a strong rusty smell splashed all over the face of the man in front, even getting into his open mouth and eyes, followed by a muffled thud, as if something had hit the ground.
"Ah! What are you—"
"Monster! No—"
The other two thugs screamed in terror almost simultaneously.
But their fear was abruptly interrupted before it could even be fully expressed, by a sound as if cloth were being torn apart.
puff!puff!
Instantly, an overwhelming, nauseating stench of blood filled the small room.
After a brief silence, a voice rang out.
"Are you all alright?" he asked, a little hesitant, even somewhat naive.
The man trembled all over, hastily wiping his face with his sleeve. The sticky feeling and pungent fishy smell from his palm made his stomach churn.
He forced himself to open his eyes, which were covered in blood.
The first thing that caught my eye was a head that had rolled to the ground not far from my feet.
It was the head of the ringleader from before, his face contorted in a grotesque grimace, his eyes wide open, still bearing the lingering horror and bewilderment of his final moments before death.
The neck was severed unevenly, and red and white substances gushed out, soaking the ground.
The man's dazed gaze shifted slightly, and two more corpses lay a few steps away, their necks empty, blood gushing from the bowl-sized wounds, pooling into a small, sticky, scarlet puddle.
Beside the two corpses stood a tall figure.
He was covered in blood, and his religious robe, which should have been black, was now soaked in thick blood, clinging to his bulging muscles and outlining his inhumanly strong silhouette.
In the firelight outside, those eyes gleamed with a scarlet light that seemed inhuman.
The man opened his mouth as if to say something, but the next moment, when he saw what the other man was carrying in his two hands, his expression turned to fear.
Those two large, blood-soaked hands each held a dripping head, and below the heads, a section of white spine was still attached, swaying slightly.
That's right, it was pulled out alive.
"ah!!"
His wife behind him opened her eyes and saw those scarlet eyes, as well as the two severed heads in his hand, their expressions twisted and ferocious with pain. She screamed.
Immediately, his eyes rolled back, and his body went limp and collapsed.
The girl, who was being held tightly in her arms, opened her tearful eyes in a daze. When she turned her head and saw the terrifying scene, her face turned as white as paper, and she fainted without even being able to make a sound.
Although the surviving husband didn't faint, he was terrified, his teeth chattering, his lips trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence, and he almost forgot how to breathe.
"..——
Seeing the unconscious woman and girl and the man trembling like a leaf, the tall cultist instinctively wanted to scratch his head.
Then he remembered that he was still holding two heads in his hands, and with a jolt, he let go and let them fall to the ground with two muffled "bangs".
"Hey! Why aren't you leaving yet?"
Another cultist appeared at the door. He glanced at the scene inside the room, immediately understood the situation, and urged, "With your appearance, don't come out and scare people."
"Just take care of those opportunists and looters, then leave. Hurry up and catch up." With that, he turned and left without waiting for a response.
"Oh." The tall cultist responded blankly, turned and left, but stopped abruptly at the door, as if he had suddenly remembered something extremely important.
He rummaged in his pocket for a few moments, pulled out a clean piece of paper, took out one of the sheets, then turned around, bent down, and shoved the paper into the trembling man's arms without saying a word.
"Sir," he tried to make his smile appear friendly, "please learn about our Father and Lord. If you're interested, you can join our cult."
After saying that, he seemed to have completed some important task, visibly relieved, and ignored the man's bewildered and dazed gaze before turning and leaving the house.
"Hey! What are you still doing? The bishop is summoning us; we should leave!"
"Hehe, I'm here to spread my faith!"
As the two figures exchanged a question and a reply, one tall and one short quickly disappeared into the chaotic street outside, where the firelight flickered and the smoke filled the air.
In the fog, several members of the evil god cult could be seen passing by, and some even ran out of the fire, carrying an unconscious child in one hand and grabbing the head of the arsonist in the other.
"Run!" the cultist shouted dramatically as he fled, "The Hidden Mist ninjas are coming!"
"Oh dear, just a little bit more!"
"Why are the Hidden Mist ninjas so mean?"
The other "fleeing" cult members joined in the chanting.
Seeing this, the man, whose expression had been blank, couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye, as if he had realized something.
Are these guys maintaining order in the city?
But isn't the current chaos precisely what they brought about?
The man looked down at the piece of paper in his hand and realized that it seemed to be a —
Flyer?
Meanwhile, atop a towering lighthouse in the distance, Kisame and a group of Kirigakure ANBU ninja stood, gazing at everything unfolding in the distant capital.
"How ridiculous," Kisame grinned. "They're a bunch of lunatics who show no mercy to nobles, samurai, and ninjas, yet they're trying their best to protect civilians."
As he spoke, he looked towards the direction of Daming Prefecture and saw the mist stained red. He raised the sharkskin in his hand, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and laughed, "It's our turn to save the day."
"Damn it! They're up again!"
"Protect His Highness! Hold them off!"
"Behead them! We must behead these monsters!"
Outside the Daimyo Mansion, the samurai roared as their blades slashed into flesh, their feet paved with sticky blood and severed limbs.
Most of the samurai, with their backs to the daimyo's mansion, formed a crumbling last line of defense.
Everyone's face was filled with fear, their armor was stained with blood, and many were torn, revealing the rolled-up flesh underneath.
"what!"
A furious roar rang out as a warrior, with all his might, parried a scythe swung by a cultist, his hand split open and blood gushing forth.
The cultist gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with a scarlet light, and with his other hand, his five fingers formed a claw, he suddenly dug towards the warrior's heart.
"Bastard! Die!!"
At this critical moment, another middle-aged samurai with a blood-stained face roared and pounced forward, channeling all his strength and chakra into the long sword in his hand.
The blade emitted a faint light and, with a sharp whistling sound, slashed fiercely at the unprotected neck of the evil god cultist!
puff!
The blade was deeply embedded in the flesh of his neck, but at the last moment, the cultist suddenly raised his left arm to block, and the severed arm flew up with a spray of blood.
However, the powerful slash was thus deflected and failed to completely sever the head, leaving only a gash on his neck from which the cervical vertebrae were visible, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
But the cultist's movements were not slowed down at all, as if it were not his own arm that was cut off, nor his own neck that was cut open.
His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the middle-aged warrior who had launched the sneak attack, and his right fist slammed into the middle-aged warrior's chest and abdomen with even greater speed.
boom! !
After a dull thud, came the sickening sound of bones cracking.
"Pfft!" The middle-aged warrior suddenly arched his body, blood spurting out from the gap under his mask. His long sword clattered to the ground, and he collapsed as if his bones had been removed.
At the same time, the flesh and blood inside his body were being absorbed by the arm that had pierced through his abdomen.
Immediately afterwards, the flesh on the neck of the cultist began to writhe and intertwine, stopping the bleeding and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye!
His severed left shoulder, with its stark white bone fragments piercing the flesh, rapidly extended and took shape before being covered by newly formed flesh and veins—
In just a few breaths, apart from the bloodstains and tattered clothes on his body, he looked completely intact, while the warrior's flesh and blood had been drained, turning him into a dried-up corpse!
His crimson eyes darted around, locking onto the terrified warrior from before. He grinned and lunged at him again!
puff!
Not far away, a more finely dressed samurai leader, with a powerful slash, severed the head of a charging cultist.
The head rolled to the ground, the headless body staggered a few steps, and collapsed with a thud, finally ceasing to move.
"Huff! Huff!"
The samurai leader, panting heavily, leaned against another samurai, who was also covered in blood, and couldn't help but curse, "Where did these madmen and monsters come from?"
"Hands and feet can grow back after being cut off, and they can still move even if you pierce their heart. Unless you cut off or destroy their head, they're practically impossible to kill!"
"Is this an evil cult? When did an evil cult acquire such ghostly abilities?!"
The samurai behind him, having parried a heavy blow from a cultist, gasped for breath and said hoarsely, "This isn't the time for that. If we can't hold on any longer, we must take His Highness the Daimyo and leave!"
Looking at the ever-growing, seemingly endless, crimson figures around him, watching the cultists who, even with severed limbs and pierced torsos, still surged forward like a raging tide—
Hearing the dying screams of his samurai, the samurai leader's hand gripping his sword began to tremble. An unprecedented chill ran through him.
He was afraid; he was afraid.
He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this way.
He was not afraid of death, nor was he afraid of monsters.
However, these guys in front of us are not just monsters, but a group of utterly insane people who cannot be judged by common sense!
These guys can heal their wounds by sucking blood, but they'll still die if their heads are cut off. Why are they rushing forward like they have no regard for their lives?!
call!
Just then, a blood mist with a sweet, metallic smell silently spread from afar, carrying a chilling aura.
Wherever the blood mist passed, pits and craters, resembling those eroded by strong acid, quickly appeared, and frost, radiating a bone-chilling cold, covered it at a visible speed!
"Ah!" A warrior was enveloped by the blood mist, and his thick armor and sleeves quickly melted and peeled away, revealing the flesh underneath that instantly turned black and rotten.
Even more terrifying, an extreme cold surged up my arm, instantly covering it with a thick layer of ice, before shattering.
"Back off! Back off quickly! Get away from that fog!"
The samurai leader brandished his sword, forcing back the cultists before him, and roared hoarsely as he looked in terror toward the direction from which the blood mist was rising.
Through the increasingly dense crimson curtain, he could vaguely see two figures approaching.
"Momochi Zabuza, and that Ice Release brat?"
The samurai leader gritted his teeth, forcing out the two names, his face filled with disbelief: "Damn it, how did those ninjas manage to get in here?!"
All the ninjas that the Daimyo's prefecture had spent a fortune training were clearly sent out to stop these two! But now they're here. Could it be that all those ninjas—
His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sudden change in the scene before him.
In the blood mist, Bai, with her delicate features like a young girl, leaned slightly forward, one hand pressed against the blood-stained ground.
Click! Click!
An even more chilling cold spread instantly from his palm, covering the bloodstains, limbs, and corpses on the ground with a thick, crystalline layer of ice.
Immediately afterwards, countless huge, sharp, spear-like ice spikes shattered the ice surface, shooting into the sky with a piercing freezing sound, and growing wildly and advancing along a straight line!
puff!
The icicles pierced through the warriors blocking their way, instantly freezing them into stiff ice sculptures, their faces still frozen with the last moments of horror.
Its momentum was unstoppable, crushing everything in its path, freezing and piercing through all obstacles leading to the main gate of the daimyo's palace, whether they were samurai trying to resist or obstacles themselves!
"call!"
A moment later, Bai slowly stood up, exhaling a misty breath that carried a chill.
Before our eyes, a "corridor" paved with ice and death led directly into the main hall, forcibly carved out in an instant.
On both sides of the corridor are frozen corpses, including the samurai leader, in various poses and with expressions of terror, reflecting an eerie and glossy color under the glow of the blood-red mist.
Zabuza and Haku vanished from their spot and instantly appeared inside the main hall of the Daimyo's mansion.
The samurai had received the alarm and were trying to cover the daimyo's evacuation through the secret passage, but Haku's "Blood Ninjutsu" came too fast and too fiercely.
A surging cold current followed Zabuza and Haku into the hall, instantly freezing most of the people inside into ice sculptures.
Their faces still held the last traces of panic, and they were about to turn and leave, their weapons only half-raised.
The daimyo, surrounded by numerous samurai and dressed in magnificent attire, was frozen in ice, his expression of fear frozen in time.
Zabuza Momochi's crimson eyes swept across the scene inside the hall, and the Executioner's Blade on his shoulder slashed horizontally without any fancy moves, bringing a fierce gust of wind that tore through the air as it crashed down on the frozen daimyo.
Boom! Crack!
The ice encasing the daimyo, along with the human body inside, shattered like fragile glass under this single strike, ice shards mixed with indistinct pieces of flesh and blood scattering everywhere!
Swish!Swish!Swish!
Almost simultaneously, several figures appeared in the main hall, surrounding Zabuza and Haku. It was Kisame Hoshigaki and several Kirigakure ANBU ninjas he led.
"Momochi Zabuza!"
Kisame's small shark eyes widened, his face displaying just the right amount of shock and anger, as he growled, "You dare to assassinate His Highness the Daimyo!!"
Zabuza Momochi didn't even bother to look at him, let alone cooperate with his clumsy performance.
A thick mist of blood surged forth from his body, quickly spreading and obscuring the view of the entire hall.
"Wind Release: Typhoon Passes!" Several ANBU ninjas reacted quickly, immediately forming hand seals and using strong winds to disperse the troublesome blood mist.
However, when the wind swept by and the blood mist dissipated slightly, Zabuza Momochi and Haku were nowhere to be seen in the main hall.
"Chase!" Kisame immediately ordered, his expression furious. Several ANBU ninjas did not hesitate, disappearing in an instant and chasing after the direction they sensed the two had retreated.
In the blink of an eye, only Kisame remained in the noisy hall, along with ice shards, broken corpses, and frozen ice sculptures scattered on the ground.
The look of shock and anger on Kisame's face vanished instantly, replaced by indifference.
He glanced at the pile of mangled flesh and mud on the ground, barely recognizable as a human figure, a barely perceptible hint of mockery appearing in his eyes, before turning to leave.
Kara-la ...
Just then, a faint grinding sound, like the turning of a mechanism, came from behind a mural behind him.
Kisame stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around.
The mural depicting waves and a giant whale was slowly sliding to one side, revealing a dark opening just wide enough for one person to pass through.
A middle-aged man dressed in ordinary servant's clothes, his arms wrapped around his body, covered in frost and shivering from the cold, crawled out of the room.
"Kisame, you've finally come!"
The man's face was bluish-purple, his lips black, and his teeth chattered wildly. He cried out with wild joy, as if grasping at a straw, "Quick! Get me out of here!"
Seeing the man terrified, Kisame looked down at the "Daimyo" at his feet, who looked exactly like the man, and immediately understood what was going on.
This guy actually found a body double who looks exactly like him?
If I hadn't been a step too late, this guy might have actually gotten away.
"Tsk."
Kisame clicked his tongue, looked up at the daimyo who was running towards him, and grinned, revealing two rows of sharp, saw-like teeth: "Daimyo-sama, it's so good that you're alright."
"Don't worry, I'll get you 'away' right away."
Upon hearing this, the daimyo of the Land of Water seemed to realize something, abruptly stopping in his tracks, his pupils shrinking sharply, and he opened his mouth to say, "Kigakure, how dare you—"
puff!
A muffled thud.
The world is quiet now.
Kisame put down Samehada, which was stained with blood, then raised his foot and stomped down hard on the daimyo's head.
Click!
The head was crushed, and the headless corpse twitched.
"You really enjoy using Stands?" Kisame grinned. "Now nobody will know your real name."
After saying that, he lifted his foot, not even glancing at the pool of red and white mixture under his feet, and casually rubbed the sole of his shoe on the ground as if he had just stepped on an insect.
He turned around, hoisted Samehada onto his shoulder, hummed an off-key tune, and slowly walked out of the desolate and cold hall.
Outside the hall, the blood mist had not yet dissipated, but the sounds of fighting had gradually subsided.
The followers of the evil god cult had already retreated, scattering and fleeing for their lives under the pursuit of the Hidden Mist ninjas. Several Hidden Mist ninjas were clearing the battlefield, searching for survivors.
Kisame paused slightly, then said without turning his head, "Someone come here."
As soon as he finished speaking, a dark figure appeared beside him in an instant, kneeling on one knee with its head bowed.
"Send a message to Lord Mizukage immediately."
Kisame said in a deep voice, "The Evil God Cult broke through the capital and carried out rampant looting and killing. His Highness the Daimyo and many nobles unfortunately perished. We fought bravely and finally repelled them."
"The rogue ninja Zabuza Momochi joined the Jashin Cult with the intention of overthrowing the Land of Water. He deserves to die. Before the Mizukage returns, I will be responsible for hunting down the remaining enemies and stabilizing the situation in the country."
"Yes!" The ANBU ninja bowed deeply, then vanished in a flash.
Meanwhile, not only in the Land of Water, but also in the Land of Lightning and the Land of Earth, the same thing was happening. Although there were some setbacks, the daimyo and nobles were all killed.
Pursued by the ninjas of Iwagakure, Kumogakure, and Kirigakure, the followers of the Evil God Cult scattered like birds and beasts, leaving Iwagakure,
The Cloud Hidden and Mist Hidden left behind a scene of devastation.
Almost at the same moment, unusual activity occurred in Amegakure.
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