Infinity: The main god space starting from Naruto

Chapter 179: The afterimage of Hashirama, the anger of Uchiha Madara

"Happiness?" A hint of sarcasm flashed in Madara's eyes. "In my life, I have never indulged in any pleasure. Fighting is my only pursuit."

Madara walked forward slowly, the golden light on his body gradually dissipated by the blue chakra: "Your magic is to stimulate people's most primitive desires. But for me, fighting itself is the greatest pleasure!"

boom!
The huge Susanoo held a long sword in his hand and slashed down through the sky. Wherever the blade passed, the air made a sharp whistle, and violent shock waves kept jumping on the blade.

Lacade raised his hand instantly, and a golden magic circle unfolded in front of him. Runes flowed on the surface of the magic circle, forming a translucent barrier.

boom!
The blade collided with the barrier, and a gust of air swept around. The ground under Lacade's feet cracked instantly, and spider-web-like cracks spread wildly in all directions. His arms trembled constantly under this huge force, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Hmm!" Lacade groaned, and retreated violently. His toes left a trail of afterimages on the ground, and in the blink of an eye he had opened up a distance of hundreds of meters.

"Have you never felt pleasure?" Laquette stood on the ruins, looking at Uchiha Madara with a questioning look in his eyes: "Then try a more primitive desire."

"Magic of Desire: Soul of Evil Food!" Lacade formed seals with his hands, and golden magic waves spread.

Uchiha Madara only felt a sudden intense hunger in his stomach. This feeling came so suddenly and strongly that it almost devoured his sanity.

Madara paused for a moment, cold sweat oozing from his forehead. This feeling was even more terrifying than ordinary hunger, as if there was a bloodthirsty beast inside him, tearing at his internal organs crazily.

Instinct drove Madara to pounce on everything in front of him and devour everything he could see. The surrounding scenery began to distort in his sight, and even the ruins not far away seemed to have turned into delicious food. He felt cramps in his stomach, and the hunger was tormenting his nerves like a thorn in his flesh.

"As expected." A strange light flashed in Laquette's eyes. "Even you can't resist the most primitive desire of hunger. The evil food soul will continue to amplify your hunger until it drives you crazy."

At this moment, a cold light suddenly came from the side!

"The extreme of ice - the all-encompassing ice blades!" Inbel Yura's voice rang out, and countless crystal ice blades condensed in the air and poured down like a rainstorm.

Sweat oozed from Ban's forehead, and the hunger in his stomach was like a burning fire. But his movements were still extremely fierce, and the long sword in his hand swept across fiercely.

boom!
The blade flashed past, and the ice blade shattered into pieces under this violent force. The broken ice flew in the air, sparkling in the sun, as if it was raining diamonds. The shockwave continued to have its force, and hit Inbel's chest directly.

"Puff!" Inbel spat out a mouthful of blood, and the armor on his chest shattered, revealing the bloody wound underneath. His body smashed into the ice like a meteorite, and he plowed a trench several dozen meters long on the ground.

"Just a trick." Madara took a deep breath and suppressed the hunger surging in his stomach. The hunger at this time was no longer just a physical feeling, but more like a desire that wanted to devour his reason.

Madara's eyes locked onto Laquette, who was not far away. The next second, he kicked his feet hard, and the ground instantly cracked, with spider-web-like cracks spreading in all directions. The huge force shook the surrounding rubble into the air, and the whole person rushed towards Laquette like an arrow from a bow.

The air whistled at this terrifying speed, and Laquette's pupils shrank suddenly. He only had time to deploy defensive magic. A golden light curtain formed in front of him.

"Grave of Wheels!"

The golden defensive light curtain instantly shattered under the five blade lights, turning into dots of golden light that dissipated into the air. Laquette had no time to make any defense, and several deep wounds that could be seen on his chest were cut, and blood gushed out like a spring.

boom!
His body hit the ground hard, plowing a deep furrow in the hard earth.

"What a strong will!" Lacade supported himself on the ground with one hand, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Under the effect of the Soul of Evil Food, even the most powerful wizard would be tortured by hunger and lose his mind, but the man in front of him was able to suppress this feeling with his willpower.

"Sleep in Death!" Lacade supported the ground with one hand, and quickly formed a seal with his other hand, and golden magic lines spread in the air.

The strange ripples spread outward from him, and the light became dim wherever they passed, and even the hard rocks began to fade. Heavy sleepiness poured into Madara's consciousness like a tide, and every breath became extremely difficult.

"This feeling." Ban shook his head, but this action made him sleepier. His vision began to lose focus, and the scenery in the distance gradually became blurry.

Madara tried to raise his hands, but this simple action became extremely difficult. Every breath was as heavy as if it were filled with lead, and every cell in his body was clamoring to fall asleep.

"No." Ban bit his tongue hard, and the intense pain made him sober up a little. But the sleepiness came like a tide, drowning the lucidity in the blink of an eye.

Uchiha Madara tried, but the force was like hitting cotton, and it was completely unable to dispel the strange sleepiness. His consciousness began to be intermittent, and the scenery in front of him was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry.

He could feel that once he closed his eyes, eternal sleep would be waiting for him.

Lacade also stood there unable to move. This magic required his full strength to maintain.

"Neinhart!" Lacade shouted loudly. He knew very well that once the magic was lifted, a thunderous blow would surely be waiting for him.

On the ruins at the edge of the battlefield, a man in green clothes was sitting cross-legged, his eyes closed, his forehead covered with cold sweat, his hands forming seals with meticulous precision. Magical power was surging around him, forming a miniature barrier.

"It's almost done!" Neinhart clenched his teeth, and fragments of memory flashed through his mind. These were the battle scenes that Uchiha Madara had deeply remembered.

Guiding the memory of an opponent of this level to materialize is no easy task.

But what confused him even more was that in the process of peeking into the memory, many places were empty, as if they were completely blocked by something. He had never encountered such a situation before.

"Who on earth is this guy?" Neinhart frowned, but suddenly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Interesting, I finally found him."

"The history of corpses!"

Neinhart suddenly opened his eyes wide, and a great amount of magic power exploded around him. Two magic circles unfolded in the air, and the dazzling light illuminated the entire battlefield. In the light, two figures gradually solidified.

"Ban, you're holding on again..."

A familiar voice came, and Madara's movements suddenly stopped.

Madara raised his head and his pupils suddenly contracted. In the magic circle, a tall figure in red armor slowly walked out. The familiar face made his heart beat violently.

"Hashirama?!"

At this moment, the figure in the other magic circle also fully appeared.

A burly old man with white hair laughed and opened his eyes. "Kuala! What is this place? It doesn't look like the New World. Hey, kid, did you call me to a place like this to have a fight?"

"Surprised?" Neinhart looked at Uchiha Madara with a confident smile on his face, but cold sweat kept flowing down his forehead.

"This is my magic, the history of corpses. The deceased people appear from your memory. They have everything you remember - personality, power, and even the way they speak. They are exactly the same."

Hashirama glanced across the battlefield, looking at the devastated ruins, and shook his head slightly: "After so many years, you still love fighting, Madara. But..." He turned to Madara and showed his signature bright smile, "I'm glad to see you again."

Madara's body trembled slightly. That smile, that tone, that expression. Everything was exactly the same as he remembered. But because of this, an indescribable anger rose from the bottom of his heart.

"You are just an illusion, and you dare to impersonate Hashirama!" Madara's voice became hoarse.

“Go to hell!” Neinhart formed seals with his hands, and the fluctuations of magic power were so intense that they distorted the surrounding air. “Let me show you what it feels like to die at the hands of the strongest opponent!”

Hashirama's expression became solemn, and his eyes revealed complex emotions: "It looks like we have to fight again, Madara."

"Shut up!" Ban's expression suddenly became ferocious, and his whole body's aura surged: "You are just a phantom, don't talk to me in this tone!"

Madara's roar contained such strong emotional fluctuations that Laquette instantly realized that something was wrong. He could feel that his magic was being dispersed bit by bit by Madara's anger.

"This level of emotional fluctuations..." Laquette gritted his teeth, and magic power poured into the magic circle frantically, "We can't let him break free like this!"

At this moment, Hashirama's expression suddenly became more serious than ever. He slowly put his hands together, and a huge amount of chakra began to gather in his body: "In that case, let me see how strong you have become in these years!"

boom!
The earth shook violently, and a powerful chakra burst out from Hashirama's body. The moment he formed a seal with his hands, countless thick tree trunks broke out from the ground. The trees grew wildly, and their thick branches were intertwined, extending and interweaving in the void.

In the blink of an eye, a gigantic Thousand-Armed Buddha statue took shape behind Hashirama. Thousands of arms extended from the statue's body, and terrifying chakra was condensed in each palm.

"Kid, don't forget I'm here!" At this moment, Whitebeard's rough voice suddenly sounded. Then he stepped on the ground, and the ground suddenly shattered. The naginata in his hand raised a wave of air, and the whole person rushed towards Madara like a cannonball.

Madara instinctively wanted to avoid this pincer attack, but Laquette's magic reached its peak at this moment, and an irresistible feeling of sleepiness and hunger came over him at the same time.

His movements became sluggish, and even raising his arms became extremely difficult.

At this critical moment, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Madara's eyes.
"Hungry Ghost Realm: Soul Extraction!"

The purple light in the Samsara Eye became brighter, and Madara suddenly grabbed his face with his right hand. A terrifying suction force burst out from the Samsara Eye and began to extract his soul.

"Crack!"

There was a sound of something invisible shattering in the air. A translucent shadow was forcibly pulled out of Madara's body. It was half of his soul!
The intense pain made Ban's body tremble constantly, and cold sweat soaked his clothes. But this inhuman pain made his consciousness clearer than ever before.

When half of the soul was extracted, the physical sensations could no longer be fully transmitted to the consciousness, and even the maddening hunger and sleepiness became blurred.

"This, this lunatic!" Lacade's pupils shrank violently, and his voice was trembling, "He actually used this self-harming method to fight back?!"

"You all." Madara's voice was as cold as ice, and every word seemed to freeze the air. "You all deserve to die."

He formed seals with both hands, and a huge amount of chakra burst out instantly: "Rinnegan·Susanoo·Dance of the Two Swords!"

Boom!

The huge Susanoo expanded to its maximum size in an instant, and the blue chakra armor emitted a frightening light. Four Chakras appeared at the same time, and five giants stood proudly between heaven and earth, with violent shocking power wrapped around the long swords in their hands.

The air wailed under this terrifying force, and even the light was distorted. The vibration ripples on the blade became more and more violent, as if they were going to tear the sky and the earth apart.

"cut!"

Ten blades slashed down at the same time, tearing the sky into ten huge cracks. Wherever the blades passed, the space was distorted and deformed in the vibration. The figures of Hashirama and Whitebeard were instantly torn into pieces by this violent force, turning into dots of light and dissipating in the air.

But this is far from the end. The aftermath of the vibration spreads in all directions with Madara as the center.

boom! boom! boom!
Amid the continuous explosions, the whole world seemed to be turned upside down. Wherever the vibration ripples passed, rocks flew backwards, the land rolled over, and huge rocks rushed towards the sky like a volcanic eruption.

Lightning flashed in the sky and violent energy raged in the clouds.

At this moment, the world seemed to have lost order. Fragments of the earth were suspended in the air, lightning flashed among the ruins, and the air was filled with the breath of destruction.

Five huge Susanoo statues stand on the ruins, like judges at the end of the world.

"This, this level of destructive power." Neinhart managed to keep his balance in mid-air, his eyes full of disbelief.

Madara's chest heaved violently, and the blade in his hand drooped. The previous attack almost drained all the chakra in his body, and the figure of Susanoo had also dissipated.

But the corners of his mouth curled up into a hideous smile: "Not enough, not enough at all!"

He quickly formed seals with both hands, and the last bit of chakra in his body burst out: "Summoning Technique!"

boom!
A huge cloud of smoke exploded on the battlefield. When the smoke dissipated, a huge golem appeared in front of everyone. This golem was hundreds of meters tall, with nine eyes closed, some of which were already open.

"What kind of monster is that?!" Lacade's face changed drastically. The feeling of oppression alone made him breathless.

Madara leaped forward and landed steadily on top of the Outer Path Demon Statue.

puff!
As soon as he finished speaking, the black stick growing from the head of the Outer Path Demon Statue silently pierced into Madara's body. Blood dripped down the black stick, but there was no expression of pain on Madara's face.

"Mad man! What does he want to do?!" Lacade's eyes widened.

As soon as he finished speaking, the chakra of the four tailed beasts poured into Madara's body like a torrent, and Madara's aura was rising at a terrifying speed.

"Wheel Grave·Earth-shattering Star!"

Madara roared, and five figures raised their hands at the same time. A terrifying gravitational field erupted with them as the center, and the space was distorted and deformed under this force.

Madara's voice echoed between heaven and earth, with an indescribable arrogance, "Let me show you what despair is!"

call out!
Lunmu's figure disappeared in an instant, leaving only a trace of afterimages in the air. Lacade's pupils shrank sharply and his heart beat violently - danger!
Just as he was about to turn around, he felt a piercing chill on his back.

"Varied--"

Before Lacade finished his words, a hand was already on his back, and the dark gravity ball in the palm of his hand was emitting terrifying fluctuations.

boom!
The black ball burst out with a terrifying gravitational force, and Lacade felt as if his whole body was torn apart by an invisible force. His clothes and armor were shattered into pieces by this force and turned into fragments that were sucked into the ball.

"Ahhhhh!" A shrill scream resounded through the sky.

At the same time, the other figures of the Wheel Tomb instantly appeared behind Inbel, Neinhart and others, and the dark gravity balls pressed on their backs at the same time.

Everything around was swept by this force - gravel, dust, ice, all continued to flow towards the black ball under this gravity. Wherever it passed, the ground was lifted up, and even the air began to compress and gather under this force, gathering into five giant balls with a diameter of more than ten kilometers.

The sky was blocked by these five giant balls, casting large shadows. They were suspended in the air like five miniature planets, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Madara's chest heaved violently. The consumption of the previous attack was a little too much for him to bear. Fortunately, the chakra of the tailed beast was still replenishing him.

He scanned the devastated battlefield, and his gaze finally stopped on a spot of light at the distant border - that was the last node that had not been destroyed.

"ended."

Madara raised his hand and clasped his five fingers together. The five giant balls suspended in the air suddenly trembled and slammed into the last node with a terrifying gravitational field.

(End of this chapter)