The cold Black Receiver hole wore Hiruko's hands, nailing him firmly to the stone wall.
He could clearly feel the ominous aura emanating from the creation that was purely condensed from Yin Yang Release Chakra. It was bone-chilling, as if it could freeze all his chakra!
A drop of cold sweat slid down his pale temples and landed on the dusty rocks, making an almost inaudible sound.
All his madness and all his trump cards turned into powerless Utakata in the face of this absolute death threat.
Menma's gaze penetrated the mask and stared at Hiruko's face, which was twisted with fear.
He was like a fish nailed to the chopping board, his eyes full of unwillingness and despair!
"Lead the way." Menma's voice was calm, but it carried an unquestionable command tone, "Go to your lair."
Hiruko's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and he uttered one syllable dryly: "Yes--.""
The instinct to survive overcame everything else.
Menma took back Black Receiver and dissipated it in the palm of his hand.
Hiruko looked at the blood flowing out of the place where his hands were pierced, and did not dare to hesitate at all. He turned around stiffly, dragging his body soaked in fear, and kneeled towards a hidden path covered by the shadow of the huge Ooiwa.
Every step is extremely heavy, as if stepping on the tip of a knife,
Behind him, Asura's white Three-Eyed Fox Mask followed silently like bone maggots, stepping on his tight nerves with every step. The battle between Chimera Beast and Black Tortoise in the distance was also over, and Black Tortoise Chimera Beast, who was pressed to the ground and unable to move, was released from the Summoning Jutsu form by Hiruko, and Menma was also released from the Summoning Jutsu form of Black Tortoise.
Watching Black Tortoise's majestic body ripple like water and then disappear, Hiruko was also shocked by this unusual Summoning Jutsu style.
Zigzagging downward along a rock crack, going deeper and deeper, the light is completely swallowed up, leaving only the cold touch of the rock itself and the moist and decaying air.
Hiruko stopped in front of a rock wall that seemed to have no gaps, and pressed on several hidden protrusions with trembling fingers.
With the dull sound of machinery, the thick rock wall slid inward silently, revealing a door.
Inside the door is a huge and strange underground space.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant, antiseptics and a hint of blood.
Huge glass culture tanks are like the eggs of giant beasts, arranged along the walls on both sides. They are soaked with twisted biological tissues. Some of them can vaguely see the outlines of humans or beasts. Many of them have black substances slowly squirming on their bodies. They are Chimera cultivated by Hiruko.
The metal operating table in the center glowed palely, with dark brown stains still remaining on it.
On the metal shelves against the wall, various surgical instruments, test tubes, and flasks shining with cold light were neatly arranged. Next to them were a large number of scrolls filled with complex formulas and diagrams.
This is the lair of Hiruko, a workshop where life is pieced together and desecrated.
Hiruko walked to the innermost thick metal cabinet embedded in the rock wall and entered the complex password.
The cabinet door slid open, revealing a separately stored scroll covered with multiple sealing runes.
He took it out with trembling hands and handed the scroll behind him.
"This is the whole core of "Chimera Technique" -" Hiruko's voice was full of humiliation and fear.
Menma raised his hand and took it without even looking at Hiruko. He just casually untied the tether at one end of the scroll and unfolded it with a clatter.
The scarlet Sharingan glowed slightly under the mask, and the three Tomoe rotated silently, like the most sophisticated scanners, quickly passing over the twisted tadpole characters, complex meridian operation diagrams, and weird illustrations depicting the fusion process.
The scroll records the crazy theory of devouring, plundering, and stitching together different Kekkei Genkai in order to achieve "perfection".
After a moment, Menma flicked his wrist, the scroll was re-rolled, and he stuffed it into the inside of the black robe casually.
"The stuff is good." Menma's tone showed no emotion or anger, as if he was just commenting on an ordinary item.
Only then did he cast his gaze on Hiruko's face filled with fear and unwillingness.
The underground space fell into a dead silence, except for the slight popping sound of bubbles bursting in the culture tank.
The strange mixed smell in the air seemed to be getting stronger.
Hiruko's heart was beating wildly in his chest. He knew that the moment to decide his fate had arrived.
This Asura in front of him has robbed him of the secret technique that he regards as life. Does he, the creator, still need to exist?
Hiruko can feel the scrutinizing gaze under the other person's mask, coldly measuring his value, or in other words, the way to deal with him.
Menma took a step forward. This step was very light, but it made Hiruko's muscles instantly tense to the extreme, almost making him retreat uncontrollably.
"Your research is somewhat interesting." Menma's voice echoed in the underground space, with a condescending casualness. "Instead of hiding here like a mouse, devouring some unworthy blood successors, why not follow me."
Hiruko raised his head suddenly, a glimmer of disbelief flashed in his eyes, and was immediately covered with deeper vigilance.
Follow him? What to do? Become a tool in his laboratory? Or be the next one to be devoured?
"Submit to me." Menma's voice suddenly became low, like cold metal friction, "Serve me."
As Asura said "surrender to me", an indescribable murderous intention that seemed to come from the depths of the soul suddenly came!
The murderous intention was not violent, but like ice water, it instantly penetrated every cell in Hiruko's body.
No threats, no warnings, just a pure, declarative will: Surrender or die.
Hiruko's body wrapped under the bandage trembled violently, and his sharp teeth rattled uncontrollably.
He looked at Asura's white Three-Eyed Fox Mask, as if he saw an expressionless Grim Reaper hidden in the darkness.
This is not an invitation, this is an ultimatum,
Asura is not asking for his opinion, but announcing the result.
All luck and all calculations seem ridiculous and fragile in the face of this absolute power and will.
Escape?
The mysterious Black Receiver that penetrated his palms just now and its ghostly speed made him completely put an end to this illusion.
Resist?
My own Chimera Beast is no match for my opponent's Summoned Beast. My strongest Dark Release and Storm Release are like child's play in the eyes of my opponent.
There is no choice.
Not even a tiny bit.
The huge fear finally crushed Hiruko's last trace of dignity and ambition as a strong man.
"I---Hiruko---" His voice was hoarse and broken, full of humiliation and fear.
"Wish-.. wish to follow Master Asura! I offer-. dedicate my loyalty and-.-Chimera Technique!"