Konoha's Mission Master

"Heart of the Storm!"

Herzog launched another attack.

At this moment, the power of the words belonging to the King of Sky and Wind was used. The fire borrowed the power of the wind, and the wind amplified the power of the fire... The black torrent became even more terrifying.

The surrounding air gradually distorted, as if it were being ignited.

The crimson vines began to burn and then dissipated.

Suddenly, a tree root with a diameter of half a meter burst out of the ground, carrying a strong wind as it lashed towards Herzog.

The white wing membrane vibrated, and it immediately detached from the ground and rose into the air, its two-meter-long snake tail dancing in the wind.

The wooden barrier immediately unleashed thousands of fists, aimed directly at Herzog, who had detached himself from the ground.

Countless tree roots broke through the soil and extended, disrupting the stream where blood had gathered, and dragging the remains of Genjiro and Genjiro underground for burial.

As far as the eye can see, countless plants are spreading wildly.

This space was formed so perfectly that there were no gaps, leaving only an incredibly dense array of plants, with deep purple flowers swaying in the wind and releasing bursts of fragrance.

Herzog astutely realized that this was a no-man's-land, a tactical dead end, created by the enemy.

This was a tactic he was good at, whether it was the falling cherry blossoms from Tokyo Tower or the blood-burning battle between the brothers in the Red Well.

He has his methods and schemes behind the scenes.

He enjoyed watching from behind the scenes as the chess pieces fought each other in a chaotic and unpredictable place.

But the enemy, using the methods he was skilled at, trapped him.

In mid-air, Herzog dodged attacks, occasionally summoning elemental tides for defense, but mostly analyzing the enemy before him.

At this moment, he was certain that the enemy knew him intimately.

"We have no reason to fight to the death."

Herzog raised his voice, attempting to find and exploit Yakumo's weaknesses through words.

Yakumo ignored him and did not respond.

Immediately coordinate with the surrounding tree roots to attack Herzog.

"Lord's Flame." "Heart of the Storm."

Herzog flapped its wings and flew through the crevices of the tree roots.

The simple act of igniting flames and creating a black storm hundreds of meters high temporarily pushed back the ever-closing tree roots.

"Blade Storm!"

Yakumo wielded his swords with terrifying speed, swinging them a staggering three hundred times per second.

Golden blade energy mixed with electric arcs formed a golden storm.

A clash of black and gold.

Have we met before? Who are you?

Herzog continued to ask questions.

Or rather... at this moment he had fallen into self-doubt. He couldn't detect any dragon-like aura on the enemy, but he did sense a deadly threat.

"Dr. Herzog, please die!"

The golden storm suddenly surged, overwhelming the storm formed by the sovereign's flames, and split into countless fists within the barrier formed by the tree roots.

At the same time, fists kept slamming down, flying everywhere.

"Fiery Hell".

White wings fluttered, a gale swept through, and a sea of ​​fire boiled.

Herzog's body is incredibly complex, both ferocious and beautiful, graceful yet full of three-dimensional angles, with white scales like jade, tightly interlocked, creating a strange yet perfectly balanced perfection.

Yakumo approached the enemy, weapon in hand.

When he faced the sea of ​​fire and wielded his weapon, he naturally summoned thunder and storms, handling everything with such ease, as if a god were wielding his authority.

After fusing with Odin's heart, Yakumo gradually acquired some of Odin's divine power. Combined with his master-level swordsmanship skills, he naturally mastered thunder and storms.

This is the first time in a long time that Yakumo has shown his full strength!

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Chapter 280 Fierce Battle, Forest Hell

Red Well, the site of the final battle.

Herzog was in a very bad state.

Just minutes ago, he had received the White King's legacy.

He constantly dodges among tree roots and vines, and with a slight flap of his wings he can fly hundreds of meters, but he cannot leave this cage made of various plants.

"Who are you?!"

Herzog roared, each word he uttered sounding like thunder in the sky, booming incessantly as he gradually mastered his power.

His white scales had lost their luster and were covered with all sorts of knife marks.

Some scales were turned open, revealing bloodied bodies, like sea fish that had been swept through the forest, and some flesh had round, deep holes remaining between them.

Those golden eyes also became somewhat dim.

This was his umpteenth question, but the enemy ignored him.

Yakumo did not answer, and continued to manipulate the surrounding plants to strangle the enemy.

"The Flame of the Sovereign, the Heart of the Storm".

Herzog spread its wings, and the Black Flame Hell opened, temporarily gaining a few seconds to catch its breath.

He was a man of cunning mind, and even now, as the White King, and even though he was at a complete disadvantage in the battle, he did not lose his composure or become lost in the fight.

At this moment... he was searching for the enemy's weakness.

"Shhhhhh!"

At the top of the gnarled tree root barrier, countless long, cylindrical tree trunks grew and separated, shooting out blood-red spears about two meters long, like a dense rain of arrows piercing into Junyan's domain.

As the mastery of the Wood Release Technique reaches its peak, the scope of this ninjutsu becomes more comprehensive, directly adding more than a dozen alternative attack methods.

That ancient tree of blood jade looked more like a war fortress.

Poisonous fruit, Explosion fruit, Spike-like leaf rain...

In the blink of an eye, countless attacks erupted, exhibiting a variety of different trends.

This attack was like a net to ensnare the enemy, or a blade to dismember them; the domain formed by Junyan became precarious.

Yakumo was enveloped in golden flames.

He plunged into the sea of ​​fire... He wielded the Demon-Subduing Sword and the Kusanagi Sword rapidly, the golden blade energy tearing through the surrounding defenses like a pillar of light.

In the center of the black sea of ​​fire, a long and ferocious body stood tall. Despite being attacked repeatedly, its powerful bloodline was rapidly healing the wounds on its body.

The outcome of this battle is still undecided!

Herzog's knuckles are prominent, and his fingernails are about ten centimeters long, each fingernail resembling... an incomparably sharp dagger.

The rest of the hands are covered with tiny white scales.

Ding!

Yakumo swung his blade, colliding it with his claws, and then swung it again, each strike stronger than the last, thanks to his stacking technique.

Under the influence of the Vampire Stone, cool energy surged from the blade into his body, providing power for the next swing and gradually repairing his battered body.

"Ding ding ding!!"

This was an extremely brutal battle. Yakumo didn't make any defensive gestures at all, but just kept swinging his sword to attack.

The claws will pierce the skin, feeling resistance between the flesh and blood.

The jet-black jade-removing blade drew an arc in mid-air, slashing directly at the pure white claws.

[Hint: Congratulations to the player for triggering the attribute "Shadowbreaker"!]

Although the jade was blocked by the bones, it could generate a second blade shadow from the space, severely injuring Herzog's left arm, and scalding blood flowed out from the wound.

Herzog cried out in pain, and his long, thin snake tail lashed out at Yakumo's body like a giant whip. The two quickly separated, and Yakumo gradually adjusted his breathing.

Herzog had no chance to recover as countless tree roots lashed out wildly around him, creating a continuous sound of air being torn apart!

In these ten minutes, Yakumo will not give him any chance to catch his breath.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared, the air filled with high-energy particles, and Herzog's influence created a torrent that crashed into Yakumo.

He looked at his left arm, which had been almost completely severed.

There was no blood on the claws. Herzog's ferocious face showed a thoughtful expression, and he soon realized... it wasn't just this one attack...

The enemy did not shed a single drop of blood from beginning to end.

Obviously... this is not scientific.

Yakumo charged at him once again, sword in hand.

During the defense process, Herzog began to observe and think more carefully.

But Herzog overlooked the fact that the surrounding forest was expanding at an eerie pace…

The two continued to fight until the golden flames on Yakumo's body were tinged with blood, like the color of blood that had been set ablaze.

A look of sudden realization appeared on his face.

"You're using a secret technique that burns blood!?"

"You're willing to risk your life to kill me?!"

"You're absolutely insane!!!"

Herzog laughed maniacally, the loud laughter like thunder and the booming of a bronze bell.