It has been more than a year since the fall of Konoha and the destruction of the Sand Village. The remaining Hidden Villages, under the efforts of Jiraiya, finally formed an alliance. The leaders of the Mist, the Rock, and the Cloud gathered in a hidden base to discuss.
Of course, this process was difficult. From the beginning, they didn't believe it, and then they were forced to form an alliance. The process was full of twists and turns, and the casualties were countless. More than half of the ninjas from the three hidden villages were killed or injured, and the remaining survivors of Konoha also died in this process.
Of the twelve ninjas of Konoha, only Haruno Sakura and Lee were left. The rest of the ninjas were turned into corpses. Uzumaki Naruto was captured by the Akatsuki, and there was no news about him.
Under the pretext of sheltering Konoha's "traitor ninja", Konoha launched an attack on the three hidden villages, provoking the war of the ninja world.
It was also in this war that the apostles completely surfaced, and the three hidden villages finally completely believed the absurd story of Jiraiya.
On a cold experiment table.
Several ninjas wearing Konoha's forehead protector were fixed on the table. A scalpel was accurately inserted into their chest, revealing a strange heart that was wrapped by black threads.
Thump!
The heart was beating, the rhythm was unusually slow, but it was strong and powerful, exuding a gloomy and cold aura. The ninjas whose limbs were nailed and tied to the experiment table struggled wildly. The muscles and bones connected by the threads were like squirming earthworms, which was horrifying to look at.
His heart was pulled out of his chest, and his blood vessels and muscle tissue were torn apart. However, the ninja didn't show the slightest fear on his face. He didn't even scream or groan in pain. There was only dead silence. A pair of black eyes stared straight at the top leaders of the three hidden villages around the experiment table.
Cruelty, viciousness, madness … His gaze was a ghastly sight. It was as if he could see through those eyes, and behind him, there was a terrifying and bizarre demon staring at him.
"No emotions, no fear. The bodies of these guys have been modified by the weird black lines. They are like puppets that have been controlled by parasites. Every index of their bodies is ten times that of an ordinary person, but they have no temperature. The organs in their bodies have all been sucked dry except for their hearts. They are not humans at all!"
A medical ninja's face was pale. "We've been fighting, and under the skin of Konoha's ninja is this kind of monster that is neither alive nor dead."
"And, not only that …" The sword gathered in the palm of her hand followed the pattern of the heart and disassembled the black lines. The pitted heart suddenly shattered into a pool of rotten meat, and a group of black juice splashed out and splashed on the white coat. Sakura threw the rotten heart into the garbage pool. Her expression was as cold as ice, and she added: "Not only Konoha, but those who were killed on the battlefield and didn't have time to destroy or recover their corpses, I'm afraid that one day, they will stand in front of you again, in the same way as the one in front of you!" Sakura's expression was as cold as ice, and she added: "Not only Konoha, but those who were killed on the battlefield and didn't have time to destroy or recover their corpses, I'm afraid that one day, they will stand in front of you again, in this way!"
Although they had a vague guess in their hearts, it was still hard for them to accept it when it was put out so bluntly. Then, their hearts seemed to be gripped by a vicious hand, and they couldn't stop twitching in horror. Everyone's faces alternated between green and white, and a suffocating pressure filled the air.
"The situation is very unfavorable for us, and for every day we delay, for every person who dies, the enemy we will face will be stronger." Jiraiya interrupted the dead silence, and he tore off the head of the ninja who was still twitching, and the red and white brain matter splashed on his face. "The power of the apostles is completely different from ours. We originally thought that by stalling for time, we could slowly discover the power of the apostles and find their weaknesses, but now we have to recognize the cruel reality. This kind of stalling is a slow suicide. When we finally understand the weakness of the apostles, I'm afraid that the erosion of darkness will have already enveloped the entire world."
Crack!
Ai's knuckles cracked, and a trace of lightning flowed on her fingertips. She bit her teeth and said: "Jiraiya is right, instead of waiting for death, it's better to take the initiative to attack. Even if we die, we can't die in such a cowardly way, we should die in a frontal charge."
"It's not that there's no hope at all. After all, these things are the subordinates of the apostles. The root of everything is the apostles. As long as we kill all the apostles, and the leader of the apostles." Iwagakure rubbed her ugly and rough nose, and her small eyes flashed with wisdom: "The darkness can be dispelled!"
The Mizukage stood on the side and didn't say anything, but her long hair was dancing, and the thick murderous aura around her gave her answer.
"How much do you know about the leader of the apostles?" Onoki looked at Jiraiya. Jiraiya was the only one who had the experience of fighting the leader of the apostles.
Although the result didn't look good, it was also the most important information.
Jiraiya's face turned black. Everything that happened that day was still lingering in his mind like yesterday's horrible nightmare. The surging black lines, the white cloak, the mysterious eyes, and the indifferent coldness intertwined with the figure standing in the air like a demon god overlooking the earth.
"The endless black threads that surged like a tide are exactly the same as the threads sewn into the bodies of these ninjas. This ability to control death and resurrection should indeed come from him. Then, he can control these black threads in a strange way, just like the threads used to control puppets, but even more terrifying. His body can turn into black threads to avoid attacks. He can also step on air as if he is walking on flat ground. His tyrannical body and taijutsu … This is the information I got from a short fight." Jiraiya looked around at everyone, gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice, "I suspect that this is just the tip of the iceberg. His full strength is far from being shown. Most importantly, there are always a few apostles around him. Their strength is abnormally terrifying."
The atmosphere has been very heavy, and the strange horror of the apostles has been constantly changing the ninja's perception. At this moment, when they heard the information from Jiraiya's mouth, they seemed a little numb.
"What about the Akatsuki?" Onoki asked.
Jiraiya tried to cooperate with the Akatsuki, but unfortunately, the communication failed. The Akatsuki refused to cooperate with the major ninja villages, and only suspended the plan to capture the Bijuu.
"Recently, members of the Akatsuki have been detected near Konoha, and they seem to be preparing some kind of plan, but the specific situation is unknown …" A ninja replied.
"The Akatsuki is also a cancer of the ninja world, and we don't feel comfortable cooperating with them. This is good, we can use the power of the Akatsuki to test the apostles." Onoki sneered: "We will wait for the opportunity to move!"
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