The wet and cold sensation lingered on the back of his neck, as if a salivating tongue was licking his skin. His blood vessels bulged, and there seemed to be another terrifying eyeball in the eye socket staring at his body. It also seemed to be growing out from the back of his neck through his skin and flesh.
Just like the members of the Straw Hat Gang who were killed by Dalaran, Kakashi's neck was already planted with a blood-drop-shaped eye.
"His target is me!"
Kakashi's heart twitched fiercely as if falling into an ice cave. The next moment, he gritted his teeth and shouted at Jiraiya and the others, "Run separately, or you won't be able to escape!"
Without waiting for Jiraiya and Tsunade's answer, Kakashi immediately stepped on the treetops and activated Shadow Clone Jutsu. Several Kakashi separated from the team at the same time and fled in different directions.
With Kakashi's departure, the cold and bloody smell obviously faded. Jiraiya carried the unconscious Naruto on his shoulder, and Tsunade also grabbed the exhausted Shizune with one hand. The two looked at each other silently, and their tightly clenched teeth seemed to be about to be crushed.
There was a strange feeling of soreness in his neck, as if there were countless small insects drilling back and forth in his head, and the gloomy and terrifying breathing sound blew in his ears.
"Sure enough, the Shadow Clone Jutsu can't hide from the eyes of those apostles!"
Kakashi scratched the skin on the back of his neck with all his strength. Soon, his flesh was scratched open. Drops of sparkling and translucent blood dripped out, like smooth silk connected together, condensing into a strange ring in the air.
It was a strange beauty, but it revealed a bloody smell that seeped into the heart.
The ring solidified into the shape of the blood droplet's vertical eye. In the middle of the ring, a human face covered in blood emerged. It was as if an evil spirit that had been residing in Kakashi's body had finally broken out of its skin and drilled its way out.
"I haven't tasted blood for a long time. I like this eye, so I think the blood in your body must taste delicious." Dalaran grinned, revealing his white teeth.
Kakashi's pupils shrank sharply, and his hands quickly formed hand seals. Dazzling lightning burst out from his palms, reflecting Dalaran's sickly pale face.
"Thousand Birds!"
Kakashi roared, and his palm suddenly grabbed at Dalaran. The raging electric arcs revealed a biting cold ferocity, and the air was pierced by the electric arcs, faintly revealing a burnt smell.
The blood-colored tentacles waved and were shattered by the thousand birds. Burnt blood splashed and dyed the blue birds a deep red. Then, more tentacles appeared from Dalaran's body. The blood vessels that drilled out of his body danced crazily, layer upon layer like a bottomless spider web, tightly wrapping around the thousand birds that were shrieking and crying.
The biting cold blue and the gloomy dark red fiercely intertwined and exploded. Drops of blood sputtered on Kakashi's body, like a splash of sulfuric acid. The clothes on his chest were corroded, and the capillaries protruded from his skin, like squirming earthworms struggling and rolling.
"Can you feel the restlessness of your blood? Let it bloom!"
Bang!
Blood splattered everywhere, and the entire arm that was wrapped in blood instantly exploded into pieces. Blood splattered everywhere, mixed with pieces of flesh and bones. The boiling blood merged into a stream in the air and was greedily sucked into Dalaran's throat with his mouth wide open.
The latter smacked his lips, and his lips were suffused with a demonic red color. He looked at Kakashi who was howling miserably, and his palm suddenly covered Kakashi's head. The texture on his palm immediately cracked open, revealing the dense needles inside. They were like the mouthparts of poisonous mosquitoes, and they pierced into Kakashi's body.
The hair-raising sucking sound made Kakashi's hair stand on end. One of his eyes was wide open, as if it was going to fall out of his eye socket. He watched his body become dry at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the needle that filled his eyeball was full of red blood.
Dalaran's nose twitched, and he greedily breathed in the elegant smell of fear in the air. When the last drop of blood in Kakashi's body was sucked dry, he loosened his five fingers, and the needle that covered Kakashi's body shrank back into his palm.
"I'm not afraid of death, I just can't bear to give up the taste of this blood."
The strange Mangekyou Sharingan and the bloodshot eyeball shone with a strange light. Dalaran stared at this lively world, and the corner of his mouth curled up more and more wildly and viciously. "Yarlin's will is the value of my existence, and blood is the necessity to maintain my survival. Gana, I owe you one!"
"You're welcome!"
Gana walked out from behind, and he gently stroked the empty blood groove between his eyebrows, and the precipitated blood clots made a cracking sound under the touch of his fingers. "Remember to hurry up and give me a beautiful eyeball. Hmm … There's one more thing I want to tell you. The position of the sixth apostle is now replaced by Ace and Van Oka."
"A guy who was killed by me, and another guy who killed me? Kekekeke …" Two faces that left a deep impression appeared in Dalaran's mind. After a while, he said in a ferocious voice, "Someone will die eventually. How can I, Dalaran, be left out of the 13 apostles' sequence?"
Gana smiled but didn't say anything. Smoker stood aside, and under the mask he took off, his cheeks wrinkled, and his eyes coldly looked at the returning Dalaran. He was a later apostle, and he didn't have any friendship with Dalaran.
In the legion's shared link, they didn't need to introduce themselves, and they could smell the "common" scent on each other. Dalaran's eyes swept over Smoker, and then fixed on Orochimaru.
"He doesn't have the scent of Yarlin on him, who is he?"
Dalaran licked his wet lips. He had been asleep for too long. One unit of blood was not enough to satisfy his appetite (one unit of blood was a living body).
"The list of 13 apostles, that is to say, there are 13 dangerous guys like this, no, there are at least 13 of them, and the name Yarlin … What does it mean to be bestowed?"
Orochimaru was still pondering over the "deep meaning" in Dalaran's words, but he suddenly felt a deep sense of malice locking onto him. Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Kakashi's corpse that had been sucked dry, and the hair on his back stood up one by one.
"You can't eat him. He's our guide on this journey. Smoker has an agreement with him. He can't die before the end of the journey," Gana said with a half-smile. "Besides, Arlen might even like him!" Gana said with a smile that did not look like a smile.
Dalaran licked his lips and retracted his greedy gaze. Orochimaru's Adam's apple squirmed slightly, and his heart calmed down a little. He heard Dalaran whisper meaningfully, "Death is not the end, but the beginning of a new life!"
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