I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

But at this moment, she seemed to have regained the pride and confidence she had previously lost.

However, they did make some compromises in their wording.

"Yes, I will help you find Yukimaru."

"Even though that child has already fallen into Orochimaru's hands."

There will surely be a resolution between myself and that cold, smelly snake.

This point is very clear.

Whether it was to prevent their clansmen from being coveted by that mad scientist, or to find some points of cooperation in a possible plan to overthrow Konoha.

No, that's not all.

However, upon hearing such a promise in front of so many people, Honglian did not seem to be completely satisfied.

"You said you wanted to give us a peaceful place to rest in peace."

Having regained her memories, she has remembered everything from the past.

Under Orochimaru's orders, she personally attacked Yukimaru's village, and in order to gain more of his approval, she destroyed the entire village, including her savior, with her Crystal Release technique.

In a sense, both I and the missing Yukimaru are homeless and without a place to belong.

"can."

"Once I've settled everything, you can stay in this country."

"I will have someone arrange a secluded place for you."

Huang did not go back on his previous promise.

At the same time, he glanced at the experimental subjects following behind him and continued:

"The same applies to your commitments."

"After I've resolved everything, I can help anyone who wants to abandon these external forces and return to their normal life."

Upon hearing this, the experimental subjects behind him were suddenly jolted.

After all, accepting the transformation into this inhuman monster was not the will of all of them, and many of them were forced into it by Orochimaru's force.

Now that such a promise has given these test subjects a glimmer of hope for life.

Even if we don't know when that day will come.

But at least it's more hopeful than being imprisoned forever in the dark underground, wondering when death will come.

"I am willing to serve Lord Huang like a dog or a horse."

Such a resonance echoed among the crowd behind the boy.

Such a voice and such a promise also touched Honglian to some extent.

"I am willing to submit."

The woman lowered her proud head and knelt on the ground.

The matter of Yukimaru's mother was a source of guilt for him throughout his life, and he was also well aware of the fate that would befall any prey targeted by Orochimaru.

Therefore, she absolutely had to protect that child.

As for that bit of guilt in my heart...

There's no need to feel guilty towards that person.

"What you've done for him over the years is far more than enough to repay his kindness."

"The reason that guy took you in back then was only for his own benefit."

"From now on, you will still be in charge of these experimental subjects."

"gone."

As he passed the woman, Huang stopped and added.

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, a resolute look suddenly appeared in Honglian's eyes, and she abruptly stood up as the former passed by, following behind him.

Meanwhile, in the southwestern region of the mainland, in a seemingly endless desert, a group of figures wrapped in sand-proof cloaks were ignoring the terrifying sandstorm on the horizon that threatened to engulf the entire landscape as they made their way forward.

Suddenly, one of the figures seemed to sense something and abruptly stopped in his tracks.

"What's wrong, Kabuto? Why did you stop?"

"We're almost at our destination."

"Our partners are getting impatient."

A slightly effeminate question followed, and from beneath the straw hat from which the voice came, an unusually fair face was revealed.

However, what is most intriguing, or rather, chilling, is his pair of golden vertical pupils.

The mere glance exchanged between them was enough to send chills down one's spine, as if being stared at by a giant python in the jungle.

"Yes, Lord Orochimaru."

"However, a little gadget I left at Outpost No. 4 suddenly lost contact, and I don't know what's happening there now."

The pharmacist responded respectfully.

This means that all contact has been lost, and even the psychic contract between the deceased soul and the spirit has been dissolved.

"Outpost Four".

"Where is Honglian?"

Upon hearing this familiar number, Orochimaru immediately recalled an extremely familiar name.

"Yes, after all, she is a rather important vessel for you."

"It seems that woman has thrown another tantrum."

The man being questioned adjusted his glasses, then spoke without changing his expression.

It seems that they felt that placing their own hidden threads in the former's experimental subjects was not a special thing.

Orochimaru didn't blame anyone upon hearing the answer, though his pupils contracted slightly.

"I'm afraid it's not Honglian causing trouble."

"As a subordinate, she was quite obedient."

After a short while, he spoke.

"You mean, that guy named Uchiha Ara found that base number four?"

"However, we destroyed all the information when we left, so those guys from the Wind Demon Clan shouldn't know about that place either."

The pharmacist frowned.

He immediately thought of the inbound traveler who had caused his side to abandon the outpost and bring forward the trip.

Most importantly, Honglian is also a reincarnation vessel that the person she serves values ​​highly, even though she and that woman don't get along.

But Lord Orochimaru's will is the most important.

"Orochimaru, please allow me to take some men back to investigate."

Out of caution, he requested the order in this way.

"Heh, no need. The next step is the most crucial."

"Consider those things as gifts from me to him."

"After all, the red lotus is no longer the best vessel."

As he finished speaking, as if he had thought of something very interesting, the effeminate-looking man subconsciously stuck out his dark purple tongue and licked the corner of his mouth.

He wants the best!

Chapter 462 The Cycle of Heaven is Perfect!

That night,

A group of formidable outsiders traversed the storm zone and arrived before a majestic city standing in the desert, where people were already waiting.

"It's a little later than scheduled, Lord Orochimaru."

Despite the effeminate face hidden beneath the straw hat, Maki's face remained resolute and indifferent, showing no joy or enthusiasm as a host welcoming guests.

Even now, he cannot determine whether his Kazekage's decision to cooperate with such an extremely dangerous rogue ninja was the right or wrong one.

"Do not be disrespectful to Orochimaru!"

The words and actions of the Sunagakure ninjas naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of Orochimaru's followers.

The four people standing side by side at the back of the line stepped forward in unison, their shouts revealing undisguised hostility.

They completely ignored the towering sand city in front of them and the intimidating force posed by the nearly one hundred Sand Village ninjas standing on it.

However, this action was quickly stopped by another man in front of them.

He lightly tapped the glasses perched on his nose and then slowly and deliberately said:

"I'm so sorry, we were delayed a bit on our journey due to the storm."

You could hear the apology and sincerity in Yakushi Kabuto's voice for not being able to arrive on time.

But the next second, he added calmly:

"However, in recent years, the storms in the Land of Wind seem to have become more frequent."

These seemingly casual words instantly darkened Maki's usually stern face.

How could he not understand what the other person meant?

This is saying that the environment in their Land of Wind is getting worse and worse!

However, it is also an undeniable fact that the training of ninjas and the expenditure on military equipment are major sources of financial expenditure.

Given these prerequisites, it would be a good result if the environment around the village could be maintained. Where would there be any spare money to manage the environment of the entire Wind Kingdom?

Moreover, trying to change an already broken nature for the better is a truly bottomless pit with no hope in sight.