Konoha's Mission Master

“We are partners of justice!” Yakumo replied.

"Cool! We're partners in justice!"

Jiraiya laughed arrogantly.

"Believers, let us offer a grand ceremony for our God!"

Accompanied by the deep roar of the man in the blood robe, the remaining blood-eyed men quickly began to run, their bare feet treading on the viscous blood plasma, most of them barely clothed.

His blood-red eyes ignited, and his thin body gradually filled out, becoming fuller and more robust. His arms and limbs were filled with power, and blood-red lines spread outwards from his eye sockets.

"They are human, but not like human."

They could breathe, but in those bloodshot eyes, there was only pure killing intent and fanaticism, without a trace of rationality or humanity.

"Living like this is worse than dying."

Yakumo shook his head gently, his face filled with sorrow.

“Sending you to your deaths is an act of mercy.”

"Shadow Clone Technique!"

Yakumo created a shadow clone, concealing his figure as he quickly stealthily moved towards Shizune. While dealing with the enemy was important, he hadn't forgotten that his mission objective was to rescue Shizune.

"Water Release, Unscientific Ninja Technique, Mercy!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sound of air being torn apart approached. Facing this beast that had no intelligence whatsoever, there was no need to conceal the chakra fluctuations and trajectory of the attack; all that was needed was to pursue pure, extreme, terrifying violence.

A fist-sized droplet of water pierced through the enemy's chest in an instant, shattering their heart. The powerful impact slammed their forward-leaning bodies to the ground, while Jiraiya simultaneously formed hand seals.

Water bullets knocked down one blood-eyed monster after another.

Fire Release: Great Flame Bullet!

Inside the cramped room, flames began to roar and burn, the air growing even thinner. Jiraiya smiled confidently, staring at the cult's priest not far away.

"Before the throne of our God, believers shall never die!"

The blood-robed priest roared at the raging fire, his tone resolute as if he were issuing some kind of decree, or giving orders on behalf of an evil god.

"Roar roar roar roar...!"

With a low growl, those blood-eyed beings whose hearts had been destroyed struggled to their feet, and fleshy buds rapidly wriggled, gathered, and grew within the gaps in their chests.

The blood-eyed man lunged forward again, his fingernails growing at an incredible speed, transforming into the claws of a wild beast.

"So he really is immortal?"

Yakumo wasn't surprised. In the original story, Hidan, the fanatical follower of the evil god, could still shout loudly even after being dismembered, let alone with such a small wound that penetrated his heart.

Tragically, these blood-eyed people gained their immortality at the cost of abandoning their humanity and reason.

“I’ll do it!” Yakumo said softly.

The seal was broken in the next second.

His chakra surged and rippled within his body. He swept his twin blades horizontally, and silver blade energy rapidly spread outward, instantly slicing dozens of blood-eyed people in half at the waist.

"Our God's followers are immortal and indestructible!"

The blood-robed priest shouted once more.

The flames gradually died down, and the blood-eyed man rose again…

"drink!"

With a soft shout, Yakumo swiftly swung his swords, unleashing silver or black sword energy in rapid succession, three, four, five... until the sky was filled with sword energy, which then converged into rain, the rain into rushing rivers, and finally the rushing rivers... into a vast sea of ​​black and white, encompassing all rivers!

"Overturn the seas!"

"Let's see how you withstand the power of this ocean!"

As dozens of blood-eyed people were swept away by the black and white torrents, their bodies were gradually cleaved into pieces. In an instant, the underground altar was filled with severed limbs and fragments, and some even had their internal organs severed by the extremely sharp blade energy.

"It's no use, my God's followers are immortal and indestructible!"

The blood-robed priest continued to shout, his voice revealing unparalleled certainty. He was like a god high in the clouds, looking down on the resistance of two mortals.

The chunks of flesh on the ground actually combined and gathered under the influence of an unknown force, like a mysterious and complex jigsaw puzzle gradually transforming into a complete whole, forming a brand new defensive barrier in front of the blood-robed priest.

"In this world, there is no such thing as true immortality. When energy is spent healing limbs, it is natural to need to replenish the energy consumed. The key to their immortality secret technique is this layer of bloody slime under our feet."

This is the law of conservation of energy.

Yakumo reminded him in a low voice.

"Waltz!"

The black and white millstone reappeared, rapidly cutting through the blood-red slime on the ground and walls. At the same time, Yakumo unleashed all his chakra, and the bright silver chakra converged into a roaring lightning dragon, colliding heavily with the blood-red slime. In addition, a massive amount of lightning chakra surged from Yakumo's body into the ground, wantonly destroying the unknown jutsu mark deep underground.

The process of the Blood-Eyed People's limbs regenerating suddenly slowed down at an extremely rapid pace. The unknown technique was destroyed by Yakumo, and they lost the ability to reassemble. They gradually split apart until they turned back into scattered pieces of flesh.

The Undying Formation is broken!

The blood-robed priest's gaze changed, and then... two more blood-robed priests appeared at the other end of the altar in an instant.

"Jiraiya, one of the Legendary Sannin of Konoha."

"An unknown powerful figure."

"A grand sacrifice is offered to our god!"

Their voices were dry and hoarse, their tone fervent, like a broken, leaky bellows; it was as if they hadn't spoken in a long time.

The man lifted his cloak, revealing a very young face, though still bloodless and frighteningly pale. Then a third person lifted his cloak, revealing a sprightly old man with white hair.

Youth, middle age, old age.

The three moved in unison, lifting their blood-stained robes to reveal their muscular upper bodies and long-handled, three-edged scythes.

"Be careful not to have your blood drawn," Yakumo warned.

"it is good."

The three men, weapons in hand, began to run toward Yakumo, swinging their crimson, long-handled, three-edged scythes as they ran.

"Reverse Blade".

Ding--

The three scythes were parried by Yakumo's twin swords at the same time, and the next second they flew backward at an even faster speed. On the other hand, Yakumo's shadow clone had already carried the unconscious Shizune and was running wildly towards the outside world.

"Earth Escape·Yellow Spring Marsh!"

Jiraiya began to provide support from the rear, while simultaneously creating shadow clones to drive away the surrounding jade seekers and prevent them from being affected by the aftermath of the battle.

"The evil god's curse protects you!"

The elderly priest in blood-red robes bit his finger, roared, and conjured up crimson energy to unleash a crimson shockwave at Yakumo.

"Rebellion!"

At the same time, the young and middle-aged priests attacked Yakumo simultaneously, their long-handled three-edged scythes relentlessly striking at Yakumo's lower body.

Bright silver chakra wrapped around the long, menacing blade of Fumo like silk threads, and with each swing of the blade, the silver blade net and the blood-red shockwave clashed against each other.

Yakumo swung his sword with ease, and in the next second, all three were forced back at the same time, with extremely fine knife marks appearing on their chests, which healed in an instant.

Damn it!

This mysterious and powerful individual... is quite troublesome.

“Use that…” the young priest said.

"It's a pity that we didn't cultivate the most perfect divine child."

“We need to accelerate our research and inscribe the entire Undying Array inside a person’s body to obtain a true saint,” said the aged, blood-robed priest.

The three were discussing at an extremely fast pace.

“Summon the divine child,” the young priest said.

"it is good."

The middle-aged priest in blood-red robes bit his finger and formed a hand seal.

"The birth of a divine child!"

The blades still gleamed, forming an invisible domain that guarded the safety of the four directions of Yakumo.

"Dong dong dong dong."

The next second, a heartbeat like a drumbeat began.

Suddenly, the girl bound to the stone pillar had her abdomen ripped open by sharp claws, and a blue-green baby crawled out of her belly, revealing a bloodthirsty smile to Yakumo. The baby's body was covered with strange black runes.

The next moment, the blue-green infant rushed towards Yakumo with extraordinary speed, joining the battle almost in the blink of an eye. The infant was not particularly strong, but its explosive speed shocked Yakumo.

The second, the third, the fourth.

This is simply a base used by cults to cultivate weapons of war, but the price is the life of a young girl. Sacrificing the life of a young girl in exchange for weapons with the combat power of a Jonin, even the Five Great Ninja Villages would be tempted by such a deal...

Yakumo estimated that these strange infants had other unknown limitations that prevented them from being mass-produced.

"Broken Void".

A burst of silver light erupted, and the mirror-like blade reflected Yakumo's calm eyes. With a single strike, he forced back all the enemies and simultaneously severed the blue monster infant in half at the waist.

"burst!"

The middle-aged priest clasped his hands together in prayer.

The blue infant monster that had been cut in half at the waist by Yakumo exploded violently, and the shockwave, carrying blue blood, splattered towards Yakumo.

Black hair extends, naturally forming a shield.

He directly blocked the attack of the blue blood and shockwave. The blue blood gradually corroded the black hair, and pungent white smoke spread. Yakumo cut off the black hair stained with blood and took several steps back.

In an instant, five blue-green infants simultaneously raised their claws from five directions, aiming for Yakumo's chest. At the same time, three blood-robed priests rushed towards Yakumo.

"Lord Jiraiya, prepare to retreat!"

"it is good."

Jiraiya instantly understood Yakumo's plan. The environment here was cramped, and the enemy's abilities were unpredictable and difficult to deal with. Close combat would likely result in defeat. It would be better to blow up the enemy's base and then make further plans.