Takuma bit the tip of his tongue and put his hands together.
He didn't dare to wait any longer.
The moment more than a hundred masks turned around together, he had only tasted the breathless feeling in front of Third Tsuchikage once in his life.
Now this taste comes from a group of miscellaneous soldiers who can't even seal a seal.
"Everyone!"
The words were squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Stop fucking holding back!"
Snowdrifts opened.
More than twenty figures popped out of the bunker.
Iwagakure's gray uniform and Sunagakure's Dark Gold armor were stirred into the wind and snow, and Chakra was leaning outward from the meridians.
No one wants to spy on any information anymore.
The escape route has been cut off.
The scene of Soji being punched into the frozen rock still flashes in front of everyone's eyes, which is more effective than any military order.
Takuma slashed forward with his right hand.
Team leader Sunagakure understood this signal, and all the Explosive Tag in his hand spilled out. His hands Hand Seals were so knotted that it was almost impossible to see the shadows of his fingers.
"Wind Release, Great Breakthrough!"
"Fire Release, Fire Dragon Bullet!"
More than a dozen techniques were stacked up in mid-air.
The wind drove the fire, and the fire borrowed the wind. The dozens of meters long fire dragon was wrapped in scorching waves and rushed towards the row of steel arrays.
Frozen Ground was roasted to a crisp, and when the snow hit the high temperature, it even skipped the step of melting water, and white mist formed a wall and pushed to both sides.
Half of the snow surface of Mining District is reflected in orange-red.
This is a sure win for more than twenty elites who bet all Chakra.
Takuma was breathing heavily, his eyes never leaving the end of the sea of fire.
He waited to see those Iron Shell burned through, and waited to see the soldiers inside screaming in agony and getting out.
Front row, Ishida Shigeru did not retreat.
The fire dragon rushed towards him, but he didn't even lift his arm.
Press down with your left hand, and the core hub of the breastplate activates.
I poured all my poor Chakra into it, and the sealing matrix was instantly full.
The crystals on the chests of hundreds of armors behind him all emitted a piercing buzz.
The faint blue layer between the gray and white nails has changed color.
It was a dark green with strong vitality.
The earth trembled.
After a muffled sound, brown vines broke through the frozen rock and pulled up one by one. They were so thick that even several people could not wrap their arms around it.
Vines intertwined and interlocked in front of the armor array, and a huge wooden wall with no gaps rose from the ground.
Wood Release·Wood Ingot Wall.
The moment the wind and fire compound ninjutsu hit, the entire valley was trembling.
The flames burned the wooden surface like crazy, leaving charred holes.
Before those holes had time to expand, the green lines emerging from the interior of the wooden wall filled up the scorch marks.
How much it burns, how much it grows.
The burnt smell and the fresh woody fragrance are mixed together, making people's brains swell.
Takuma's eyes were fixed on the wooden wall, he staggered forward half a step, and the voice coming out of his throat was completely out of tune.
"Wood Release?!"
The Sunagakure team leader next to him was already swinging his legs, his lips were trembling and he was writing words.
"This is wrong, this is absolutely wrong!"
"How could Wood Release of First Hokage appear in a place like this!"
Takuma grabbed his collar and pulled him back, his own hands shaking.
"Did you see clearly! It's the armor playing Wood Release!"
"Those losers who can't even form seals didn't even do anything! It was the Iron Shell that was casting spells on their behalf!"
Before he finished speaking, the wooden wall fell apart.
No one burned it down, it demolished it on its own.
The green wood vines in the sky rolled back and were drawn into Rock-Sand Allied Forces's formation, and the shoulder armor covers of hundreds of sets of armors all bounced open.
The miniature Chakra Cannon tube pokes out of the muzzle, which is the last line in the Orochimaru manual.
The charged blue light connected into one.
Ishida Shigeru walked out from behind the fragments of the wooden wall and shook off the sawdust on his shoulder armor.
He glanced at the group of elite ninjas paralyzed in the snow opposite and grinned.
"Sir, times have changed."
A Sunagakure who was proficient in Body Flicker Technique jumped into the air, and three thick vines had already wrapped around his ankles.
The last step of the substitute seal was left before the person was smashed into Frozen Ground, and the muffled sound of broken bones was half covered by the wind and snow.
A Iwagakure Jonin rushed forward with his arms covered with petrified hard shells.
Ishida Shigeru went up to him and punched him.
Just one punch.
The petrification technique shattered into pieces along with the man's mandible, and blood foam mixed with gravel flew in all directions.
Immediately afterwards, hundreds of Chakra Cannons washed the floors without distinction.
The faint blue light beams poured down in rows, and the sound of hitting the snow covered the entire Mining District wind sound.
The high-level Substitution Technique is meaningless under this kind of firepower coverage. No matter how fast it runs, it can't run faster than the more than a hundred light beams shot at the same time.
Some people were penetrated through the chest, and some people didn't even have time to scream.
Takuma rolled back desperately, his left shoulder was grazed by a beam of light, and the shoulder armor evaporated along with the flesh and blood underneath.
He covered the scorched hole in his shoulder and fell into the snow pit, burying his face in the ice. His ears were filled with the screams of his companions and the buzzing of Chakra Cannon.
Ten minutes.
From the first blast of the cannon to the last muffled roar, it lasted ten minutes.
This battle didn't go well at all.
No one is doing any magic, and no one is betting on their lives.
Iron Shell Push forward a step, and the flesh and blood will fall back into pieces.
Those Konoha ten thousand years old Genin and Chunin, who are looked down upon by others, are carrying heavy armor and walking heavily.
They unilaterally crushed the elites of the great powers who used to be superior to others in Frozen Ground.
There were more than twenty elites, but few whole bodies were left.
The wind and snow quickly filled up the bloodstains on the battlefield, leaving only the large and small scorch pits on the ground still emitting white smoke.
Konoha underground base.
Ye Wai was sitting in the leather Taishi chair, holding the newly brewed Longjing in his left hand, and circling the rim of the cup with his right index finger.
The sound in my mind was like someone turning the main switch on.
[Ding! Cognitive collapse from Rock-Sand Allied Forces and Despair Points, +486000!]
[Ding! The faith shattering value from Iwagakure spy captain Takuma is +82000!]
[Ding! Worldview Reorganization Points from Captain Sunagakure, +56000!]
[Ding! The ultimate enthusiasm and belonging value from all Special Defense Force members, +120000!]
[Ding! Personal self-awareness and awakening value from Ishida Shigeru, +28000!]
The numbers were turned over so fast that his eyelids twitched twice.
Land of Birds Mining District.
The wind and snow are a bit tighter.
Ishida Shigeru shook off the last trace of blood on the iron fist, then raised his hand and waved it behind him.
Special Defense Force members dragged the broken enemy corpses one by one and loaded them into the sealing scroll.
These are excellent experimental materials, and they must be sent back to Konoha.
A few days later, Tsuchikage Building.
Ōnoki There is a blurry battle damage video on the table. The scroll was picked up by Iwagakure at the gate of the border post the day before yesterday.
In the screen, the mass-produced Wood Release vines and blue armor tore the elites he sent out into pieces.
Ten minutes, twenty-three people, only Takuma crawled back alive, and half of his arm was missing.
He held the tea cup with his dry palms, and the cracks on the porcelain surface spread outward.
Snap.
Broken porcelain pieces dug into the flesh, and hot tea mixed with blood flowed down between the fingers.
Ōnoki didn't bother to look at his hands.
He stared at the row of steel figures in the picture, his lips trembling for a long time before he could form a complete sentence.
"Minato Namikaze, what kind of monster did you create behind our backs?"
No one in the room answered the call.
[Ding! Strategic fear and cognitive restructuring value from Third Tsuchikage Ōnoki, +320000!]