Land of Waterfalls experimental base, fifth floor underground, core conference room.
The heavy lead door was closed tightly, and the exhaust fan in the corner made a steady sound. The cold white fluorescent light shone on the blue-grey slate table. There was no combat map in the center of the table, but scattered with several fluorescent test tubes, several densely packed data reports, and a green-faced and fanged Death God Mask.
Orochimaru was sitting on the left side of his seat, his slender pale fingers tapping lightly on the table, and the excitement that had not subsided remained in his golden snake pupils.
Opposite him, Xia was leaning back in a high-backed chair, his hands curled up in his wide cuffs.
Kabuto Yakushi stood aside, with a pair of round-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose. The lenses reflected a gleam of white light under the cold light.
"Click."
The door lock clicked softly.
After Senju Chen came in, he pulled out a chair, pulled a swivel chair and sat down at the head of the round table, sinking his whole body into the backrest.
"The first batch of strengthening potions has been escorted back to Konoha." Senju Chen took out the physical test report of the Akimichi Clan from his arms and threw it on the table. "Chōza Akimichi The old man personally made the decision, and Akimichi Clan took over one-third of the purchase of the first batch of potions."
Orochimaru glanced at the scroll, and a deep, hoarse chuckle escaped from his throat.
"Konoha Those ninjas say that their ancestral secrets must not be leaked, but their bodies are very honest. As long as their power can be seen and touched, the silver in their hands will continue to come to them."
"Teacher, you can't say that. After all, as long as it can really improve your strength, who would refuse." Senju Chen shrugged.
Kabuto Yakushi nodded slightly at the side, and quickly scratched the record with the pen in his hand. "The minister will definitely take charge of Konoha in the future. The stronger the overall combat power of Konoha, the thicker our trump card will be."
Senju Chen stopped his joking tone and clicked his fingertips on the table twice, "Let's talk about business. Amado is still here and Konoha has not come back. There are only four of us in the core of the base today. How is the progress of the recent experiments in the base?"
Scorpio was the first to speak.
His voice had a texture like metal scratching, without any fluctuations. "The core module of the fifth-generation Eight Gates Released Formation puppet has been finalized. Although Might Guy, that hot-blooded fool, has a single mind, he is indeed a rare genius in the pulse adjustment of Taijutsu Chakra meridians."
Xie raised his hand, and fine Chakra Threads appeared in his palm, and a diagram of the internal structure of a puppet was immediately projected in mid-air.
"The original Eight Gates Released Formation is essentially a price for physical collapse in exchange for the instant Chakra going berserk. Human meridians are very fragile, and Seventh Gate is basically half useless. You will definitely die if you open the Eighth Gate." Scorpion's tone was cold, with disdain for flesh and blood, "But with our White Zetsu Cells and the living meridians cast from special alloys, this logic has been completely rewritten."
Senju Chen looked at the densely packed closed circuits on the drawing and raised his eyebrows. "How long can the current puppet last if it is turned on?"
"When you open the first three doors, Chakra has no loss and can be used as a normal combat force. When you open the first Five Gates, the meridians begin to overheat, but the active cells of the White Zetsu puppet can heal themselves at a rate of two percent per second, which is enough to continue fighting for forty minutes. As for the sixth door and Seventh Gate..."
Xie paused, raised his pale eyelids and looked at Senju Chen: "That is the self-destruction mode. But this self-destruction refers to the puppet being scrapped. The operator sitting in the soul converter only needs to recover a little mental power and replace it with a new puppet to continue online."
Senju Chen The corner of his mouth grinned with a very faint arc.
Use White Zetsu as a consumable to create the instant self-destruct flow of Kage Level Taijutsu.
Looking at the entire Shinobi World, this is not a war at all, but a unilateral dimensionality reduction attack by the industrial assembly line on the workshop-style ninjas.
"Scorpion, your layout is still too small." Senju Chen crossed his fingers and said calmly, "The original... I mean that according to the normal puppet master's thinking, if it is damaged, it must be repaired, and if the parts are broken, it must be repaired, but now the production line is in our hands Here, you can completely make the puppet into a modular liquid fusion body. Broke a hand? Directly absorb the damaged puppet nearby, and the flesh sprouts will reorganize in three seconds. Or even two or three puppets can be physically assembled directly on the battlefield to become a biological weapon dozens of meters high."
The corners of Scorpion's eyes twitched suddenly.
For the first time, violent ripples appeared in his eyes that had remained calm all year round.
Splicing? Self-healing? Liquid reorganization?
For a puppet lunatic who has "eternal beauty" engraved into his bones, this concept of breaking the traditional institutional structure is tantamount to directly kicking open the door to a new world.
"... Interesting idea." Scorpion exhaled slowly and clenched his hands slowly, "If there is an unlimited supply of raw materials, my 'Performance of a Hundred Puppets' can be directly upgraded to a 'Ten Thousand Body Mother's Nest'."
"There are enough raw materials." Senju Chen waved his hand.
Xie stopped talking, but his eyes looking down at the drawings had become extremely dangerous and fiery.
"Little Chen, I have completely analyzed the Second Hokage Scroll of Seals you gave me many years ago, including the underlying logic of 'Impure World Reincarnation'."
Orochimaru took out a black scroll that exuded a cold and deathly atmosphere from his wide sleeve robe, and laid it flat on the table.
"Impure World Reincarnation, everyone thinks it is a kind of evil spell to summon the undead. But after studying the soul stripping process of dozens of White Zetsu, I discovered something more interesting."
Orochimaru raised his head, an almost pathological desire for exploration flashed in his snake eyes. "The so-called Pure Land, the so-called soul, is actually a completely self-consistent rule system. After death, consciousness, memory and pure The origin of Chakra will be drawn into Pure Land. Impure World Reincarnation, but it will use the body of the human sacrifice as an anchor and the genetic fragment of the deceased as bait to forcibly 'fish' out the will of the deceased from the big net of rules."
Senju Chen raised his eyebrows slightly. "In other words, teacher, you have completely understood the structure of the soul?"
"You can say that." Orochimaru's voice was very low, with a strange vibrato, "I even deduced the ultimate form of 'Living Corpse Reincarnation' through the reverse engineering of the soul converter. But... Little Chen, there is a fatal flaw in it."
Orochimaru stretched out a pale finger.
"The body is like a container, and the soul is like water. Forcibly pouring the water from one container into another container will cause irreversible evaporation and impurity precipitation, even if the container is refitted."
"Every time it is transferred, the soul will be torn and worn. Even with my current mental power, if it is transferred at most six to seven times, the purity of the soul will completely collapse, and eventually become a madman, or be turned into an indescribable monster by foreign memories."
Speaking of this, Orochimaru's expression rarely became serious, even with a hint of fear for the rest of his life.
If Senju Chen hadn't established this complete data monitoring system in advance, Orochimaru himself would probably have embarked on the dead end of constantly taking other people's bodies as in the original work.