February 28, Kaiyuan Year 3.
The sky above Monster Planet remained dark red, like congealed blood.
But the land below had already become a different world.
The banners of the Empire's three great legions were planted across the mountains and plains. The Volcano Army's black, the Wind-Forest Army's emerald green, and the Red-Armored Army's blazing red intertwined into a sea of slaughter across the wilderness of the New World.
The front lines pushed deeper at a feverish pace. Every blast of a horn signaled the destruction of another monster settlement, and every cloud of smoke bore witness to another collapsing fortress.
At the heart of the fierce grand battle, three complete Susanoo towered between heaven and earth.
Uchiha Fugaku's Susanoo wore ancient heavy armor, its wings spreading like clouds hanging from the sky. Every swing of its sword carved bottomless ravines into the earth.
Uchiha Yashiro's Susanoo held a colossal bow. Wherever its arrows passed, mountains crumbled and enemy formations turned to ash.
Uchiha Tekka's Susanoo stood proudly above the clouds. With a single beat of its wings, gales swept through like the scythe of death, harvesting the fleeing remnants of the enemy.
Between the three giant gods, nine humanoid Tailed Beasts occupied the skies, darting across the battlefield.
Shukaku's sandstorms buried hordes of Orcs. Matatabi's ghostly flames burned away all resistance. Son Goku and Kokuō's roars shook the heavens, while Gyūki's tentacles crushed the last fortresses.
Kurama stood high above the battlefield, firing dazzling Tailed Beast Bombs in every direction. His beastly eyes overlooked the land being conquered beneath him, with long-lost fire dancing in their depths.
Uchiha Obito, one of the Nation-Guarding Celestials assigned here, stood atop the Buddha of the Manifold Arms, the boyishness long gone from his face.
His exquisite, elegant dark-red military uniform accentuated his