This was a war.
Over who, beneath this starry sky,
Was the true master.
The Extinction War.
"As long as those Ōtsutsuki dare set foot on Earth."
"Then don't blame me."
"For taking every last one of their bones."
"To render into oil!"
The backdrop of space was cold as hell, carrying the hollow emptiness of absolute zero.
Iwagakure's pitch-black transport ship was like a loach rolling in a filthy ditch, forced into a corner by the rows of white gun barrels from the Ōtsutsuki Fleet.
Those Ōtsutsuki Vanguard troops were not quite dead yet. Each of them had been dosed with the "Heavy Ion Toxin" Orochimaru had just custom-made for them, and they convulsed madly on the decks of their respective flagships.
The toxin had scorched the chakra circuits in their bodies into a tangled mess. All they spat out was blue blood reeking of iron, making them look like half-rotted dead fish.
"Lord Yoru, there seems to be something wrong with the energy chambers on those monkeys' flagships."
Orochimaru slammed a communications device still spewing charred black smoke onto the table.
His white lab coat was splattered with pale-blue, highly toxic alien bodily fluid. Its sour, rancid stench was like dried shrimp shells left sitting for half a month.
"A red light that doesn't belong to our starfield just lit up in their command room."
A vicious glint flashed through Orochimaru's slit pupils, and his tongue habitually licked at the grime by his lips.
"That is an Oracle."
Yoru had his feet propped atop the main console, the black mud on his soles from stepping on God Tree fragments smearing ugly streaks across the expensive display screen.
He did not look like a ninja in the slightest. Slumped in his chair, he held a piece of poorly cleaned