No sooner had Obito finished speaking than a large force arrived nearby. He watched them. Though they were numerous, most looked exhausted and utterly bedraggled.
When the adjutant spotted the base in the distance, he thought survival was finally within reach. But when he saw its gates standing wide open, with no guards outside, his heart sank. By the time he drew closer, his face was as dark as a dirty rag.
The ground outside the gates was littered with the bodies of Demon Race soldiers, all of them men who had been left to guard the base. Then the adjutant spotted the two people standing on its walls. He knew the base had fallen, and the troops stationed inside had likely been all but wiped out.
"Who are you?" the adjutant bellowed. "How dare you slaughter the soldiers at a base of our Fallen Angel Empire! The empire will exterminate you without mercy!"
Obito smiled. "The Fallen Angel Empire? The Demon Race? Demons are exactly what I'm here to kill. Since you've come, you might as well stay."
Obito leaped down from the base's wall first and charged toward the Demon Race soldiers. Several senior officers immediately attacked when they saw him rushing straight at them. Demonic lightning, sword energy, demonic flames, poisoned water-all manner of attacks hurtled toward Obito, filling the air with demonic energy.
Faced with such a dense, powerful barrage, the officers and adjutant were certain he would die. A moment later, however, they panicked as though they had witnessed the most terrifying sight imaginable. Powerful as their attacks were, none inflicted any meaningful damage on Obito. Every one passed straight through his body.
Obito's Mangekyō Sharingan spun as he appeared before a senior officer. Under the officer's terrified gaze, a kunai slit his throat. He