The sharp sirens kept ringing, and the harsh sound seemed to pierce through the eardrums. Countless ninjas rushed out from the streets like ants and gathered under the Hokage Rock. Their eyes were filled with anger and horror as they stared at the Hokage Rock that was being trampled and crushed.
Ichiraku Noodle Restaurant!
Konoha's Roaches, who were having a meal, rushed out of the noodle restaurant and turned their heads to stare at the darkness that covered the sky. The coldness that filled the air was far more terrifying than the day when the Sandaime died.
Uzumaki Naruto looked at the broken Hokage Rock, and his eyes focused on the black-robed apostles. His whole face began to distort with anger, and Kyuubi's Chakra surged out of his body. He gasped in his throat. "It's those guys who killed Kakashi -sensei."
Xiao Ying's short hair was tied up, her fists clenched tightly and her breathing became hurried.
"And Kay-sensei, he also died in their hands!"
Lee's eyes were burning, and the flesh on his face was twitching violently, and his blood vessels were protruding. He had already opened the Hachimon Tonkou.
For him, Maito Gai was not only a sensei, but also a father figure. Killing his father was absolutely irreconcilable!
Tien and Hyuga Neji looked at each other and silently took out their Kunai.
The rest of the Roaches also bared their teeth and followed the ninjas who poured out from the side. They gathered in the team and rushed in the direction of the Hokage Rock with murderous intent.
Standing in the same place, a pair of scarlet Sharingan were spinning wildly. Because Orochimaru was led astray by the apostles, Sasuke didn't know how to find Orochimaru, let alone defecting from Konoha. At this moment, he was still in Konoha.
He looked up and stared at Orochimaru. To be precise, he was staring at Orochimaru's Mangekyou Sharingan. The pair of eyes gave him a strange connection, as if the bloodline of the same origin was calling him.
In the sky!
Arlen's white cloak fluttered in the wind as he looked down at the ground. He looked at the swarm of ninjas that looked like a swarm of ants. He raised his right hand, and a strange crack appeared in his palm. A Seed of the Broodmother appeared, wrapped in black threads.
"Let's start!"
With a flip of his palm, the black Nest Seed fell vertically to the ground. There were countless densely packed pinholes on the edge of the rotating hexagonal shape. The squirming black threads could not wait to stretch out and greedily touch the fresh air of this world.
The deep and mysterious voice sounded like the whispers of a nightmare, but also like the judgment of the end of the world.
The moment he finished speaking!
The black clouds let out a terrifying roar, and lightning bolts as thick as water snakes smashed into the ground. Buildings collapsed and shattered, and pitch-black craters appeared on the ground. Civilians screamed and screamed, and there were also ninjas whose corpses had been chopped off and thrown into the craters.
At the entrance of the ruins of the street, Enel's figure suddenly flashed. Under his black robe, a dark golden scepter stretched out, and black lightning surged.
"Divine Judgment!"
Dozens of ninjas who rushed up were shot through, their chests melted into a charcoal-like hole, and their bodies fell to the ground.
"Such a weak body has no value at all!" Enel's feet stepped on the charred corpses on the ground, and the thunder drum on his back trembled, and a raging thunder snake surrounded him, swallowing a life.
"Hey, I like the smell of blood!"
Dalaran greedily breathed in the smell of blood in the air. The blood of the dead bodies splashed out, as if it was attracted by some strange force, it gathered into a thick blood shadow in the air. Countless blood vessels shot out from the blood shadow, densely piercing the ninjas who rushed over from all directions.
Their bodies were immediately pierced, and their blood was sucked dry, turning into dry human skin that fell to the ground.
The whistling sound of sonic booms exploded one after another, and the crazy curling hair pierced through the walls like a tide. Like a ghost, the ninjas who could not escape were pierced through and torn to pieces.
Not far from him, a hideous bone chain sickle cut open flesh and bones, and pieces of internal organs splashed on the ground, and then crushed by the strange bones on the ground.
In terms of the speed and efficiency of slaughtering ordinary ninjas, Hodgdon and Dodge thought that they would not be inferior to any other apostle. They would never admit that the "first" and "second" apostles were surpassed by the latecomers, and now they were awkwardly at the bottom of the apostle sequence.
Yes, they would rather die than admit it!
Hodgdon and Dodge looked at each other, then turned their heads and laughed bloodthirstily.
The floating mirror suddenly appeared in the air, and almost without any sound, all the ninjas who were caught off guard and reflected in the mirror, almost at the same time, all their necks were torn open, and their heads fell off from their bodies.
For ordinary ninjas, facing Gana is like facing the Grim Reaper, they won't even react until their heads fall from their necks, they won't even realize that they are dead.
The black fog was spreading, and the crackling ninjutsu did not have any reaction at all. It was like the wind blowing through the invisible fog, and after dispersing, it was met with a more violent backlash. Either their bodies were broken by the fog, or the fog rushed into their mouths and noses. Their bodies were rusty from the inside out, and soon they stiffened and fell to the ground without any sound.
As the blade swept across, the entire space was cut apart. The collapsed walls were turned into dust, and light and space were distorted. The running ninjas were still maintaining their high speed, but their upper and lower bodies were cut in half. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, but the organs inside seemed to be twisted into the shape of a fried dough twist by some strange force. Their vitality and souls were cut off at the same time, and they couldn't be more dead.
Corpses were scattered under his feet like a bloody Asura field. Koshiro narrowed his eyes, and his black and white eyes swept over the broken limbs on the ground. From the beginning to the end, there was not even a drop of blood on the Wado Ichimonji.
"Eat to your heart's content, little guys, this is a different taste!"
Lucca stared at the ninjas rushing over with a cold smile on his face. He swung his arms fiercely, and his arms twisted into twisted vines, then expanded and rotated horribly. Countless bloodthirsty vines were thrown out, entangling the ninjas from all directions.
Everything within a radius of a hundred meters was swept away and turned into tangled vines. The ninjas were pinned by the vines and squeezed crazily. The palm-sized leaves and flowers wriggled and opened their mouths, revealing sharp teeth and biting at the terrified ninjas.
Blood splashed and dyed the huge vines red …
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