Orochimaru put Containment Tank on the table. The dark purple ball of Core Matrix in the jar was shrinking and beating, like a large heart.
The purple light in the pipeline made the entire underground command room look full of evil.
Ye didn't even look at that thing.
His whole body was almost glued to Holographic Projection Screen, and his eyeballs were stuck in the picture and he couldn't even pull them out.
The freeze-frame of four figures kneeling in the snow was magnified to the point where he could clearly count the age spots on Ōnoki's eyelids.
In the picture, Ōnoki's forehead was pressed against Frozen Ground, and Rasa's shoulders were shaking like chaff.
In the huge pit next to it, Fourth Raikage was covered in blood and was pinned by Black Rods. There was more air in and less air out. It looked no different from a deflated rubber ball.
At night, he lay paralyzed on the Taishi's chair. After eating the last melon seed, he spat the shell into the trash can three meters away with a "poof" sound.
"That's it?"
He sneered and reached out to knock on the table.
"When we distributed the joint crusade a few days ago, everyone was so adamant that they opened and shut their mouths for the sake of Shinobi World righteousness."
He pointed at Ōnoki on the screen with his butt sticking out.
"Minato-sensei, look at this old man, he is kneeling better than anyone else today! Is this a reflection of the old times?"
"This is not even as good as the stray dog at the entrance of the village. The dog knows how to bite people when it is anxious!"
Minato stood in front of the table, staring at the screen without blinking.
If Daimyō Mansion's downfall made him see clearly the bad background of the powerful.
So now that Four Kage is kneeling, it can be regarded as tearing off the last fig leaf of the old Shinobi World and using it as a rag to step on.
"Minato-sensei, Yamato, please move the gun back a little, so don't worry."
Ye stood up, patted the melon seed crumbs on his hands, and grinned.
"Since these people are shameless, let's help them grow their faces. If I don't take this out for fun, my conscience won't be able to bear it, okay?"
He turned to look at the communication address White Zetsu in the corner.
"Notify the frontline information warfare troops. Orochimaru Open all the holographic arrays that were laid out before!"
"Cut the high-definition footage of these four old dogs kneeling into the enemy's interior."
"All the communication points in the sky, underground, and Allied Forces Camp will be played on a 24-hour loop for me! I will also thoughtfully put subtitles in super large fonts next to them!"
Communication White Zetsu was stunned for a moment, then he grinned widely.
Killing someone without nodding his head, Master Ye's move is to take off Four Kage's underwear and hang it on the flagpole.
Ye strode to the communication desk.
Ten fingers struck out afterimages on the magic keyboard, switching all the sensing nodes around the Allied Forces camp into full-frequency broadcast mode.
"Done."
Ye turned around and raised his eyebrows, "Let those hundred thousand Allied Forces take a good look at how loud their Kage's head is."
Thousands of miles away in the snowfield, the wind blew like a knife.
Ōnoki was kneeling on the ice, the black mark on his forehead was sending cold air into the seams of his bones.
His dry lips trembled twice, and his voice was so low that only Rasa next to him could hear it.
"There is no shame in surrendering to the gods of higher dimensions... We are enduring the humiliation and fighting for Shinobi World's life!"
This old man is frantically looking for a way out.
The other party is not a human, but a god!
Kowtow to the gods, can that be called kowtow?
That's called knowing the current affairs!
Rasa didn't pick up at all.
He knew very well that these words were not meant for him, it was clearly Ōnoki hypnotizing himself.
Anyway, Sunagakure is so poor that he is almost begging for food. It is better to die than live. Being treated as a dog to Daimyō is also treated as a dog to aliens.
Without soothing himself, he almost didn't have the strength to breathe.
Isshiki was sitting on Black Stone suspended in mid-air, and it was difficult to even look at them.
He raised his right hand and waved his fingers twice as if to shoo away flies.
"Go ahead."
As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of Black Rods were smashed down out of thin air and plunged into the rear position of Allied Forces with several "puff" sounds.
Black Zetsu's leaky drake voice howled in the wind and snow.
"Run faster! If you stop, you will die!"
One Hundred Thousand Allied Forces had the courage to move.
Black heads filled the snowfield, stepping on the thick snow, moving lifelessly towards the Konoha border.
Just then, there was a buzz!
The sky suddenly lit up and blinded everyone's eyes.
Allied Forces The clouds above the head were pierced by several bright lights, and in mid-air, dozens of three-dimensional projections comparable to movie screens jumped out of thin air.
In the picture, the four Kage-sama, who are usually aloof, have their foreheads pressed against the ice, their knees sunk into the soil, and their backs arched like overripe prawns.
Next to the picture, there are also thoughtfully placed large bold subtitles, with the time, location, and even the angle of the kowtow clearly marked.
The tens of thousands of Iwagakure and Sunagakure ninjas on the front line were all dumbfounded, as if they had roots under their feet.
This, my faith has collapsed!
Ye's dirty voice followed the radio and poured into the ears of 100,000 people.
"Dear Allied Forces brothers, please excuse me for taking two minutes of your time on your way."
"Did you see it? Your Master Ying is already kneeling down. He's kneeling so beautifully that his knees are almost embedded in Frozen Ground."
"You are working hard and dying in front, while they are kowtowing peacefully in the back. Is it unexpected? Is it surprising?"
"Think it over before you leave. Your life is yours."
The signal cuts off with a snap.
The military formation of 100,000 people was silent for five seconds, and even breathing could be heard.
[Ding! Cognitive Shatter Points from Iwagakure Allied Forces, +80000!]
[Ding! Extreme Despair Points from Sunagakure Allied Forces, +65000!]
The notification sound turned into a pot of porridge in Ye's mind.
The Allied Forces position is completely blown up.
Vanguard Battalion began to noisily whisper to each other, and in the back row, a grumpy man took off his helmet and smashed it into the snow.
Ōnoki's old face turned pale, and a mouthful of old blood hit his throat.
His proud "bearing humiliation and bearing heavy burdens" was regarded as a joke by Konoha, and it was plastered on the faces of the entire army!
"Bang!"
A Black Rods fell from the sky and penetrated the shoulder of the unlucky guy who threw his helmet on the spot, nailing him to the ground.
Isshiki sat on Black Stone, not even looking at him.
"Continue marching within ten seconds. Otherwise, you don't have to leave."
Black Zetsu saw that something bad was going to happen, and with a leaky voice, he howled wildly and gave the order to die.
The supervising team at the rear took action, "clicking" several times, and dozens of heads rolled into the snow nest.
Extreme fear overwhelmed the thoughts of mutiny.
One Hundred Thousand Allied Forces has no choice but to move forward numbly like cattle being driven to a slaughterhouse.
five thousand meters.
Three thousand meters.
One thousand meters.
Ye stared at the dense red dots on the hologram Sand Table, and pressed the front line Communication Channel.
"Ishida, have you entered the pot?"
The other end of the communication paused for a second, and then a hoarse middle-aged voice came.
"In."
Konoha border defense line, the first trench.
Ishida Shigeru, Konoha Special Defense Force's veteran Youzi.
Forty-seven years old, he had been lying in a mud puddle for twenty-three years, his left ear was blown to deafness, and his right knee was filled with a piece of artificial cartilage.
Wearing gray-black Chakra Armor, he lay down behind the bunker and spat out the chewed cigarette butt in his mouth.
Through the tactical eyepiece, he could clearly see the crowd coming from the opposite side.
Some people were wiping tears while walking, some were mechanically moving their legs like zombies, and some were cursing like crazy.
This is not a war, this is just waiting in line to be sent to the crematorium.
Ishida Shigeru stared at the rapidly shrinking distance numbers in the eyepiece.
"Eight hundred meters."
He raised his fist and hit the huge red button on the console hard.
"It's time to eat!"