The giant black ship, Pluto, floated in the air like a throne that would never fall.
The apostles in black robes stood silently behind the "Iron Throne". On the wide throne woven with black silk, Yarlin sat in a brand new white military uniform. The "Justice" cloak dragged along the chair on the ground, blending with the dark and cold deck.
Arlen sat there the entire time, not moving a single step. The black door behind him was like a towering abyss that wouldn't budge in the slightest in the slightest.
The ground had restored the appearance of peace and order. The torn ground gradually restored to its original appearance. The collapsed houses were repaired by the black thread. The dead bodies stood up again and were given new lives. The ninjas of the three countries' coalition forces and the members of the Akatsuki all stood quietly on the ground, looking up at the sky with fanaticism and awe, waiting for the final curtain of this "Ninja World" to fall.
No matter how the script of the original space-time was, no matter what kind of people were trying to resurrect behind the scenes, at this moment, they were all suppressed by the boundless sky. The script of this world, from the moment Yarlin intervened and took over, no other voice could exist.
"Save the world, drag it into the dream, heh ~"
Yarlin listened to Gana's report with a disdainful sneer. "What a stupid and cowardly escape. A world woven by dreams has no future. Only by erasing all opposition and evil from the body, leaving only one voice, the world will usher in the restoration of order and peace!"
In mid-air, a floating sand palm floated. Tendo Uzumaki Naruto and Gaara guarded Nagato in the middle, one on the left and one on the right. The black robe with red clouds had long been soaked in blood and solidified into a stiff black color. At Nagato's feet, Konan's body was still lying with her chest cut open. Her body was cold without any temperature.
Pulling back his blood-stained hair, Nagato's Rinnegan was filled with hatred and despair. Nagato looked around at the surrounding apostles, and this was far from all of them. At least on the black ship of "Pluto", there were still a few apostles who hadn't made a move yet, and they were exuding a terrifying and dangerous aura.
"I can't even kill an apostle. Even if I risk my life, I'm afraid it'll be difficult to step on the deck of that giant ship and stand in front of the apostle leader. I'll be …" The world was dark and oppressive, and the earth and sky were dead silent. There was no one left in sight, only enemies and monsters who were ready to attack at any time.
"There's only one voice left in the world, and that's you? Everyone who doesn't obey you is evil? Are you righteous then? " Nagato stared at Yarlin........ If looks could kill, Yarlin would've been cut into pieces.
"Other than me, who else has this qualification?" Yarlin's tone was arrogant, and his indifferent and cold voice was like the judgment of a god. There was no room for doubt. "Don't you want to do the same thing as me? It's just that you want to weave a hypocritical dream, and I want to directly erase all resistance from reality. The result is the same. There's only one voice left, and only the order I created will be left!"
"When everyone who survives follows this order and voice, then, who can doubt that this is not the protection of justice?" Yarlin was in a good mood at the moment. After all, a complete world was about to be conquered by him. The sense of accomplishment was intoxicating. He didn't mind talking nonsense with the "native leader" of this world.
"Rinnegan, the eyes of the gods, but it's on your body. If this world has a will, you're probably the chosen one. Although the idea is a bit stupid, I still have to admire your courage. I can give you a chance to surrender." Yarlin stroked the armrest of the chair and said in a deep voice, "I'll allow you to retain your consciousness and become a part of the legion."
"Become a puppet that's neither alive nor dead, just like the apostles under your control." Nagato said fiercely. He didn't think this was a kind of charity, but a great humiliation.
"Just like the six puppets you control? No, the apostles are not puppets. They're the sharpest sword in my hand, and also my most loyal followers. " Arlen sighed, "It seems like your answer is to refuse. Fine … The apostles under my command can't wait to get their hands on the spare parts you have."
At the same time, the apostles around all cast the most fanatical and worshipful eyes at Yarlin, and then turned their heads to look at Nagato. At the same time, their eyes turned into the most cruel and cold killing intent. Refusing Yarlin's will was blasphemy against the will of fate, and death was not to be regretted.
As soon as he finished speaking!
The terrifying killing intent shrouded the place, and the dark magnetic sand surged, turning into a monstrous giant hand that slammed into the floating sand palm. The bursting sand wrapped around Gaara's body. In the sandstorm, Crocodile's figure suddenly appeared in front of Gaara, and he said fiercely, "I, Crocodile, am the king of the desert!"
In the explosion of sand, the terrifying gravitational force was distorted, and the Tenseigan emitted a traction wave. The space was like a sticky chain that wrapped around Nagato.
"Leave him to me, Hodgdon, you go and deal with the other one!"
A dark voice came, and a black mirror emerged from the distortion of nothingness. Gana stepped forward, and the strange Rinnegan stared straight at Nagato, while the other ordinary white eye glanced at Hodgdon, and faintly said, "You only have one eye, so don't compete with me for the other eyes."
Hodgdon frowned, and then he saw that Gana didn't hesitate to dig out the Byakugan from his right eye and threw it to Hodgdon, who subconsciously caught it, "Understood!"
Blood dripped from the empty right eye socket, and Gana's face showed an extremely sick smile. He looked at Nagato and laughed, "Since you refuse to surrender, then your eye belongs to me!"
Nagato's face was extremely ugly as he stared at Gana. Did these apostles think of him as a lamb? He gritted his teeth, and the madly spinning Rinnegan dripped blood. "I have to kill at least one apostle!"
"It's bleeding, this is not good!"
A horrifying voice echoed in Nagato's mind. Because of the overdraft of his Dojutsu, the blood droplets bursting out of his eye seemed to come alive. An evil god-like face was reflected in Nagato's eyes. The blood droplets swelled and burst into a vortex, and a sticky blood palm pierced Nagato's eye. "I promised Gana that I would give him a better eye, so don't destroy it …"
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