Looking at the ninjas who were struggling to resist the attack of the undead, Iori sat on the high platform, holding his face with one hand, and said with interest, "Are you still going to resist? The resentment of the dead will not lie."
"The scope of my summoning of undead is only the area around Konoha. In other words, these resentments are the hatred of the people around Konoha. There is no righteousness for the family and the country. It is just the internal strife among you Konoha."
A Sarutobi Clan ninja was covered in injuries, but he still roared and asked, "What mistakes did those children commit? They didn't even graduate Ninja Academy."
Iori turned his head and looked at the resentment that killed those people. A trace of understanding flashed in his eyes, and he responded contemptuously:
"Because their children also died in your hands. When you did evil, why didn't you spare their families? Tooth for tooth, blood for blood, this is just retaliation."
Danzo released his ninjutsu and roared angrily, "Are you kidding me? I have devoted my whole life to Konoha. Who are they to judge me!"
He thought of his lost arms and eyes, the sacrifice of his youth and the scars left by the bloody battle, and the anger in his heart could not be suppressed.
Iori laughed, it looked extremely cold under the Moonlight Clan, without any warmth at all.
"Really? Then let the victim answer you, how about it, Mr. Hatake Sakumo."
As Iori finished speaking, the attack of the undead came to an abrupt end, and the noise on the battlefield was replaced by an eerie silence.
A part of the dark resentment slowly gathered behind Iori. They hovered in the air and gradually condensed into a human shape.
Finally, a man's figure appeared in the black air.
The ninjas grasped the gap where the undead stopped, panting heavily, and a trace of hope could not help but appear on their tired faces.
They raised their heads and stared at the man who was made of black energy. When they saw the man's face clearly, several elderly jounin couldn't help but change their expressions and called out in alarm, "White Fang-sama."
The man who appeared behind Iori was the long-dead Hatake Sakumo. His figure gradually became clearer in the black air, and he returned to this world again.
"Shimura Danzō, you have defiled Will of Fire and are not worthy of being the top executive of Konoha. I should not have intervened in this as a dead person, but the biggest mistake you made was that you should not have tried to take advantage of Kakashi."
Hatake Sakumo looked angry. It has been almost eight years since his death, and his son Kakashi Hatake, instead of coming out of the shadows, fell deeper and deeper into the shadows.
He committed suicide not because of the accusations from the villagers and companions, but because the actions of Danzo and Third Hokage tarnished Will of Fire in his mind.
He hoped to awaken their will with his own blood and death, but failed, and Konoha continued to degenerate under their rule.
He had already looked away and had no intention of interfering in the world of the living. He just hoped to take one more look at Kakashi to untie his knot.
But Danzo's plan against Kakashi completely angered him. Kakashi is his only obsession and must not be violated.
"White Fang, have you betrayed him? He is the enemy who manipulated Nine-Tails to attack Konoha. Do you want to be with him?"
Danzo rolled his eyes and tried to find an opportunity to break the situation. The conflict between him and White Fang could not be resolved, but he also knew clearly that White Fang's loyalty to Konoha was evident.
Although Danzo doesn't know who the main messenger of Nine-Tails's attack on the village is, and he doesn't know whether Iori is related to them, this does not prevent him from throwing dirty water on Iori.
Seeing this, White Fang became even more angry. Danzo's previous ignorance and sudden accusations were undoubtedly using his loyalty to Konoha to save himself.
"Danzo, do you think I'm stupid enough to believe this?"
White Fang's voice was cold and firm. He pulled out his short sword. Moonlight Clan pressed it down, and the blade shone with an icy cold light, reflecting his firm expression.
"Hmph, I have known for a long time that you are not a qualified ninja, otherwise you would not be so impulsive. Ninjas should be people who endure everything. My decision is correct."
"If you become Hokage, you will definitely bring Konoha into the abyss."
Danzo said loudly, he wanted to anger White Fang and make him lose his calm, so that under the siege, they might still have a glimmer of hope.
"Don't think about irritating me, I'm just the first person." White Fang said calmly.
Following White Fang's words, the surrounding black energy began to condense, forming figures one after another.
Although most of these figures are just Chunin and Genin, and some are not even ninjas, their numbers are huge, like a tide, enough to drown the ninjas in front of them.
They are the undead who died from internal fighting, political strife, human experimentation, and decoy missions. The causes of their deaths are different, but at this moment, they crawl out of hell with only one purpose, and that is revenge.
White Fang took the lead and rushed into the center of the battlefield. Root The ninjas continued to release their ninjutsu, trying to stop this former legend.
But Konoha White Fang is his reputation in vain? White chakra appeared on his short sword, like the first snow in winter, pure and cold.
His movements were agile and he nimbly dodged most of the ninjutsu. For those attacks that could not be avoided, he used a short sword wrapped with chakra to break through them with one blow.
After White Fang opened the breach, the undead swarmed in through the opening, venting their anger with swords, fists, and teeth.
Even jounin is still a mortal body. After exhausting his physical strength and chakra in the killing, he can only die in the torture of a thousand cuts.
The figure of White Fang shuttled around the battlefield, and finally came to Danzo. Danzo wanted to resist, but since he had not yet transplanted Sharingan and Hashirama Cells, he was far from White Fang's opponent.
Wind Release was chopped into pieces, Taijutsu was suppressed, and their speed and reaction ability were far inferior. After just a few exchanges, White Fang's short knife cut off Danzo's limbs, and blood spurted out, staining the ground red.
Danzo let out a scream. Having lost the ability to resist, he still regretted that he had not had time to carve Reverse Four-Symbols Sealing on his body, otherwise he would have taken away several enemies.
But White Fang did not kill him, but put away the dagger, turned and left.
Danzo shouted angrily, "What are you going to do, not kill me?"
Hatake Sakumo said without looking back, "My revenge is over, but you still have a lot of debts to repay!"
After White Fang left, his body slowly became transparent and dissipated into light spots.
Then countless undead souls surrounded Danzo, their eyes burning with the flames of hatred. While describing their hatred, they tore off the flesh and blood piece by piece from Danzo's body.
"Three years ago, in order to collect test subjects, you captured our family and tortured us to death."
A man dressed as a civilian said angrily, and as he spoke, he dug out Danzo's left eye.
"Four years ago, in order to study Sharingan, you ordered the Root ninja to attack our team. Not only did you capture me, but you also silenced my teammates."
The eyes of an undead Uchiha shed tears of blood. His face was full of sorrow and hatred. He stabbed Danzo's lower abdomen with a knife and cut off a piece of flesh.
"Two years ago, in order to collect intelligence, you deliberately gave false information and used our team as bait. When I barely escaped alone and was about to return to Konoha, you sent someone to kill me, pretending to be the enemy."
Several Chunin rushed forward angrily, waving the sharp blades in their hands, and each slash left deep wounds on Danzo's body.
Danzo gritted his teeth and endured the pain, roaring, "Everything I did was for Konoha, and all the sacrifices were worth it."
However, in front of these evil spirits who had returned from hell, his words seemed so feeble and no one was willing to listen to his defense.
They just continued to vent their hatred on Danzo until their resentment burned out.
What was beyond Iori's expectation was that Danzo did not show any ugliness until his death, but stared at Iori, as if he wanted to carve his appearance into his heart.
On the high platform, Count of Monte Cristo watched all this excitedly from Iori: "Very good, my friend, this is indeed an excellent revenge!"
Just like the stories of his life, the revenge of the deceased before him made him feel extremely satisfied.
As all the ninjas below died, the undead fulfilled their wishes, and their figures gradually became transparent, eventually turning into countless light spots and dispersing in the air.
These light spots, as bright as stars, float towards Iori, carrying the last wishes and strength of the undead.
Iori stretched out his hand and gently touched these light spots. The light spots turned into soul power and integrated into his body.
"Is this a good reward for good people?" Iori tilted his head, and then dismissed Reality Marble.