Naruto: I, the villain template, was hailed as a savior.

Chapter 220 Kill that bastard hiding in the shadows

Beep beep... Beep beep...

The main sound was the occasional soft ticking of the experimental equipment.

The flickering, eerie blue lights, like will-o'-the-wisps in a graveyard, illuminated the pale, numb faces that resembled corpses.

Click! Squeak!

In the dead silence, the sound of the door hinges shattered the tranquility.

As if sensing something, some of the "human puppets" turned their heads in perfect unison, looking at the two figures that appeared at the door with lifeless eyes.

"Oh."

Meeting the eerie and terrifying gazes of those puppets, a chilling, mocking laugh emanated from the long gate. Powerful perception spread forward, blending seamlessly with everything around it like flowing water.

The whistling of the experimental equipment, the tiny, stiff footsteps of the puppets, the faint dripping of blood—each sound, when analyzed, unfolds in the ears, forming a bright, colorful picture on a black curtain.

The next moment, a slender black shadow was seen being whipped through the air with a loud bang, suddenly thrown out from behind Nagato.

Bang! !

Without any warning, about ten meters away from Nagato, the head of a human puppet shot into the sky, crashed to the ground with a thud, and flowed out dark red blood, rolling to Nagato's feet.

In an instant, the puppets scattered throughout the hall all turned their heads to look at the same time, their orderly arrangement sending chills down one's spine!

"I'll clear the way, you go in and take care of the others."

Nagato spoke succinctly and without any emotional fluctuation to Yahiko, who remained silent behind him. With a cold expression, he drew a short sword from his waist and gently pushed the iron door shut with his other hand.

Finally, with a crisp click, the only way out to the outside world was shut.

Immediately, looking at the puppets, Nagato tilted his head, his meaning self-evident.

Come on.

Click! Click-click!!

The stiff, puppet-like puppets gradually emitted crisp collision sounds from their bodies, and the strange noises became more pronounced and dense, forming eerie sounds in the empty space.

In that instant, the puppets assumed all sorts of bizarre postures, gathered together, colliding and jostling each other, even using their "kind" in front of them as stepping stones, rushing towards Nagato and Yahiko!

In the dim light of this "storage room"-like space, one could see that the bodies of those puppets had undergone different modifications, with most of their arms and legs becoming as long and slender as those of gibbons.

Both hands were transformed into exceptionally sharp blades, which would generate sparks whenever they sliced ​​through the walls, tearing apart the alloy-cast walls and appearing capable of severing a human body in two.

The first puppet had already rushed in front of Nagato, its arms, gleaming with cold light, raised high...

At that moment, a heavy, muffled sound rang out, enough to make one's heart stop beating.

boom! !

The puppet that rushed in front of Nagato didn't even have time to lower its arm and tear the person in front of it apart. The next moment, its entire body was thrown backward as if it had been hit by a giant object, its limbs twisting.

A whole row of human puppets that were twisting their bodies and rushing forward just a second ago were smashed by their "kindred spirits" flying backwards and made a crisp sound the next second.

The body, made of a special material, was dented into a huge crater. Its limbs were blown apart and broken off, bursting out from the skin and looking like a tattered doll.

The human puppets that rushed in from behind extended their modified claws, creating a gust of evil wind. The force was enough to shatter hard walls and tear human flesh apart.

But Nagato, who was blind, reacted with terrifying speed. He raised his hand and swung his short sword, pulling down along the force of the puppet's claws. The brute force instantly severed the five sharp steel claws.

Before the puppet could even get up, a dark shadow appeared in front of it.

Snap! Pfft!

This time, Nagato showed no mercy. Thorns violently lashed out and smashed the head, black blood splattering onto his expressionless face.

Immediately, he flipped the folding knife in his right hand, gripped it horizontally with a clenched fist, and slashed at the other puppets.

In the flash of light as the blade sliced ​​through steel, sparks flew out, and half a head was slashed off and sent flying into the air, leaving the headless puppet body to crash to the ground.

With his other hand, he flung the claw blade that had been chopped off the puppet. The sound of the air exploding was directed at the head of one of the puppets, which was instantly thrown to the ground, pinned to the ground like a mosquito, and fell silent.

Before Nagato could turn around, a puppet that had been lying on the ground suddenly opened its chest and shot out kunai, unexpectedly hitting his neck.

呲! !

The red-glowing blade arced through the air, slicing down all the kunai that were aimed at Nagato.

Nagato didn't even turn around, calmly wielding his short sword. The whistling wind could be heard in the air as he decapitated the puppet, coldly saying without any mercy, "What are you waiting for? Get out of here!"

The puppets controlled by the spell throughout the space surged towards them from all directions.

Clearly, the people who are currently in control of them have discovered that the base has been compromised.

"You can't handle so many puppets by yourself. Let's take care of these puppets together before we go find the caster!"

Yahiko's face darkened slightly. He gripped his sword tightly, standing back to back with Nagato, and said in a low voice, "You're not the only one who's prepared to wield your sword."

As he spoke, he looked at the human puppet rushing towards him, at that once familiar but now lifeless face, and his heart skipped a beat.

Yahiko recognized this person and even remembered the warmth of that hand patting his shoulder, but now his hand had been transformed into a cold, hard blade.

"I'm sorry," Yahiko murmured, his eyes lowered. "Rest in peace."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the knife in his hand again. The red-hot blade was like the anger in his heart, and the temperature became even more scorching.

However, just as his blade was about to fall on the human puppet's neck, the numb face reflected in Yahiko's pupils suddenly changed, and a tear of blood actually flowed from those eyes.

"Ouch! Where am I? No! It hurts so much!!"

The so-called "human puppet" actually screamed in agony. Yahiko's previously calm expression changed, and the red blade instantly lost its temperature and became icy cold, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over it.

How is that possible?

They're still alive?!

Just as Yahiko was lost in thought, the screaming puppet in front of him did not stop at all, its blade slashing fiercely, even faster than before...

puff! !

Thorns lashed out like whips, shattering the man's skull. Blood splattered onto Yahiko's stunned face, and the coldness of the blood, unlike that of living blood, made his pupils tremble slightly.

"I told you, I don't need your help here," Nagato said coldly. "You'll only hold me back."

At this moment, wails and screams echoed throughout the space. The puppet, which had been lifeless, seemed to have regained consciousness, but it still seemed unable to control its body, howling and charging towards them like a madman.

However, all of this was useless against Nagato.

The thorns behind him suddenly lashed out, and the head of a human puppet exploded again, its howling abruptly ceasing.

Humanity? Morality? In the face of life and death, he could abandon both.

A mission is a mission; his mission is to kill anyone who stands in his way.

In his eyes, apart from those he valued, the lives of anyone else could be sacrificed for the future of dawn, even his own.

He is a true monster, a "ghost" who treats human life as worthless!

But Yahiko is different. Unlike himself as a "demon," he may have come to his senses, but in his heart, he still retains an indelible kindness and bottom line.

He would never lay a hand on innocent civilians in the Land of Rain.

If these puppets, who were once civilians of the Land of Rain, still retain consciousness, and if the person behind them can release their independent consciousness through sorcery...

That would be an unbearable burden for Yahiko.

Although Nagato didn't want to admit it, Yahiko was indeed a fine sword, a dazzling and brilliant one.

His knife should be displayed openly, admired and loved, rather than submerged entirely in blood, because too much blood on the blade will cause it to rust.

"..."

As Yahiko snapped out of his daze and looked again at the screaming, tearful "human puppets," he felt as if a red-hot iron rod was being plunged into his brain.

At that moment, he felt the air engulfing him was icy cold, as cold as a torrential freezing rain, chilling his blood inch by inch, and even the flames swirling around the blade could not bring any warmth.

He realized that there was no point in him staying.

Creak!

A faint sound came from between his clenched teeth, and the anger and hatred in Yahiko's eyes intensified, the flames burning in his chest almost consumed him!

No longer caring whether Nagato alone could hold off these puppets, Yahiko's already scorching blade burst into flames, white mist emanating from his tightly clenched teeth and the corners of his mouth.

"call……"

With a heavy sigh from Yahiko, several puppets lunged at him again.

But in the next moment, Yahiko disappeared.

Instead, crimson flames appeared.

"Breath of the Sun, Land Form: Fire Tide!"

boom!!

Yahiko transformed into a crimson shadow, the arc of his fan-shaped blade forming a fiery tornado around him. All the puppets in his path were engulfed by the flames, turning into ashes that slowly drifted away, leaving no trace of suffering.

This was the only reluctance he could muster at that moment.

Behind him, as the human puppets surged forward again like a tidal wave, they attacked.

"Want to leave? Did you ask me?"

Nagato's chilling voice came from behind Yahiko, and nine scarlet thorns instantly unleashed sonic booms.

Thud! Thud!

Like the wildly dancing tentacles of an octopus, the nine thorns whipped away head after head, and dark red blood gushed out like a spring, splashing blood droplets like waning crescent moons onto the walls on both sides.

The moment he emerged from the fire tornado, Yahiko was bathed in crimson light, his entire body radiating intense heat and brilliance as if it were heated iron, while his face was filled with a chilling coldness.

He must kill that damned bastard who hides in the shadows and wantonly abuses life!

Looking at the alloy door at the end, scorching flames shot into the sky again. Yahiko thrust out the blade in his hand, and dazzling flames rose up in front of him.

The sturdy door, made of special materials, melted like ice being melted by molten iron when it touched the blade wreathed in flames.

Yahiko entered the door without any resistance, yet it felt as if he had entered a cold sea. A chill instantly filled his body, and a bloody smell filled his nostrils.

There wasn't even time to adjust my breathing, or even to look ahead; it was almost the next moment.

Without hesitation, Yahiko raised his head, crimson markings appearing on his forehead with a ferocious look, his eyes tinged with a crimson-gold color, and he suddenly swung the blade in his hand, drawing a sharp red arc!

"Sun Breathing - First Form of Hado - Fire Lotus!!"

boom!!

The dimly lit laboratory was illuminated by a light that, in an instant, shone as brightly as the sun, making it as clear as day.

A fiery arc, like molten lava shooting into the sky, erupted, carrying a scorching and deadly heat wave as it surged forth.

With extreme heat and a rage that could destroy everything, it unleashed its fury upon everything that might exist before it!

"Magnetic Release: Golden Sand Waves!"

At the same time, a voice without any emotion came out, and a large amount of gold dust radiating golden light gathered and built a solid wall ten meters high in front of them.

Bang! !

All the oncoming crimson flames were blocked by this tide of gold dust.

However, countless amounts of gold were melted, turning into liquid and spraying out on both sides along with the waves of fire. The viscous liquid gold splashed onto the ground with a sizzling sound!

Moreover, the melted gold liquid began to vaporize, and the golden-red mist gradually burst open and was dispersed even further away by the flame pressure!

At this moment, the flames used by Yahiko have long transcended the concept of breathing techniques; they are the power to burn the soul, reaching a terrifying temperature of three thousand degrees Celsius!

Under those terrifying flames, the temperature of everything that conducts heat rises at an alarming rate.

But beneath that seemingly endless gold dust, the fiery arc blade finally vanished without a trace, leaving behind a wall of melted and solidified gold.

On the other side of the golden wall, Luo Sha, who had his hands pressed on the ground, slowly stood up. His two modified arms had been burned red, and the area below his head was radiating high temperature and brightness.

The excruciating pain, as if molten iron had been poured over him, was suppressed deep within his mind by his powerful will. He stifled any screams of agony, his face grim as he stared at the golden wall.

Just blocking this inexplicable attack cost him a third of his gold dust?!

"They broke in so quickly?"

Beside him, Duomu, dressed in a lab coat, had a calm expression, his red hair appearing even more crimson in the remaining firelight.

His wife, Saori, removed her blood-stained gloves and looked at Rasa with a gentle smile: "Tamu and I will handle the two troublemakers who have broken in. We'll trouble you to kill the intruders outside for us."

Luo Sha glanced at her, a fleeting hint of fear in his eyes, and nodded expressionlessly.

(End of this chapter)