"This is... that legend?"
General Quan sat in the half-destroyed command vehicle, the cigar in his hand trembling violently.
Fear sank into his bones.
"Fuck, I'm lucky. I ran into someone this big. I'll make the history books now, won't I?"
He could still joke, but the "voice" that had been chattering in his head—the whispers from the Warp trying to lure him into surrender and corruption—had grown sharper than ever.
"Kneel... Submission to the strong is instinct..."
"Offer your loyalty, and you'll gain eternal life and power..."
General Quan's pupils dilated. His hand moved uncontrollably toward the pistol at his waist, and the barrel wavered toward his temple. Suicide seemed easier than facing that man.
"Hey, you ants over there."
In the distance, Madara Uchiha's indifferent voice pierced the rain and rang clearly in every soldier's ears. "Tell Naruto Uzumaki I'm back. As for you... you're in the way."
Madara slowly raised a hand. Blue chakra instantly formed a massive Susanoo arm, gripping a blade of chakra light dozens of meters long. He swept it casually at the tank unit still resisting.
BOOM!
Several fifty-ton steel tanks were sliced in half like paper. The fire from their explosions lit General Quan's deathly pale face red.
"Chairman! Retreat! He's a monster! He's a god!" The adjutant seized General Quan by the collar, his face smeared with tears and snot. "Forget the money! Our lives come first!"
General Quan stared ahead.
In the sea of fire, he saw the artillerymen he had spent a fortune training still trying to load shells after their bodies had been cut in half. He saw the recruits who had gone mad for the enormous bounty crushed to pulp beneath Susanoo's feet.
That was his money.
That was his capital.
That was the only thing that