"Retreat! Retreat quickly! Activate the last line of defense! Ten Thousand-Person Earth Style Wall!"
Ōnoki's shrill roar crashed down from mid-air, his voice split into several pieces, filled with a desperate sob.
The Kitsuchi stands on a high slope behind the canyon.
He suddenly raised his head.
He watched as his father's proud Dust Release failed to even scratch the armor of a tank.
Kitsuchi's eyes were so wide open that the skin at the corner of his eye was torn open.
Two streams of blood flowed down his rough cheeks and into his collar.
He bit his tongue, and his mouth tasted metallic.
He suddenly reached into his ninja tool pouch with his right hand and pulled out a red signal flare.
The fingernail gripped the pull ring. A forceful tug was applied.
"Hiss--"
The gunpowder ignited, and a pungent sulfurous smell spread.
A red light blast shot into the sky, exploding into a blinding red mist in the pitch-black night.
The red light illuminated the entire wilderness behind the canyon.
Ten thousand elite Iwagakure stared intently at the red light.
This is the last card we have.
The Kitsuchi raised its thick, sturdy arms high.
"The entire army!"
He roared until his throat bled, his voice echoing across the empty wilderness.
"Squat down!"
"Splash."
Ten thousand people squatted down at the same time.
The armor plates rubbed together, the fabric tugged. The sounds converged into a muffled tsunami.
The earth trembled slightly from the commotion of thousands of people crouching down.
Kitsuchi pressed his hands firmly against the Kitsuchi earth in front of him.
Ten short, thick fingers were plunged directly into the hard soil, their fingernails filled with mud and grime.
" Hand Seals!" he roared.
Ten thousand hands rose at the same time.
Si-hai-xu.
A young genin's Genin trembled violently. His fingers tapped together and became knotted. His hand seals were incorrect.
"Don't panic! Re-tie it!" The veteran next to him slapped him on the back of the head, knocking away a cold sweat.
The sweat on the veteran's forehead also got into his eyes, stinging them so much that he kept blinking.
The Chakra of ten thousand people was forcibly connected at this moment.
This is no ordinary Ninjutsu.
This is the wartime resonance that Iwagakure has practiced for decades.
The force of gravity in the air began to change. Dust particles remained suspended in mid-air, not falling down.
A suppressed rumble came from deep underground.
It looked like a blind dragon writhing underground, crashing against the rock strata.
"Buzzing."
The stones are shaking. The grains of sand are jumping.
The muscles on Kitsuchi's arms bulged high, and the veins were so prominent they looked like they were about to burst.
He clenched his teeth, which made a grinding sound.
" Earth Release!"
Ten thousand ninjas roared in unison.
The sound waves bent all the withered grass on the wilderness low.
" Ten Thousand-Person Earth Style Wall!"
Tens of thousands of hands, brimming with violent earth-style Chakra.
It slammed hard onto the ground.
"Boom!"
The ground exploded.
It's not a crack. It's the entire Earth's crust being forcibly arched upwards.
The Kitsuchi at the entrance to the canyon instantly shattered.
A gigantic rock, hundreds of meters long, pierced the sky from the ground with a screeching sound.
Then came the second piece, and the third piece.
Rocks were violently pressed together. Sparks flew wildly between the cracks.
The dull, deafening noise was so loud it hurt people's eardrums.
The soil peeled away, revealing the hard, dark gray granite underneath.
Driven by the Chakra of tens of thousands of people, these rocks seemed to come alive and grew wildly upwards.
Ten meters. Fifty meters.
One hundred meters.
A real mountain range was uprooted by human hands in just a few seconds.
Its thickness reached a terrifying one hundred meters, and its height blocked out the sun.
The mountain wind was abruptly cut off by this high wall, emitting a mournful wail.
A huge shadow was cast.
This completely separated Konoha's steel torrent from the Iwagakure forces behind it, creating two separate worlds.
The entrance to the canyon is completely blocked by this man-made mountain.
Not even a bird can fly over there.
Kitsuchi maintained the posture of pressing his hands to the ground.
He was panting heavily, sweat dripping down his face and hitting the dry earth.
Most of his Chakra was drained.
His legs were trembling, but he managed to stand up.
Below the high slope.
Those ten thousand elite Iwagakure collapsed to the ground in droves.
Someone lay sprawled on the muddy ground, gazing at the starless sky above.
Some people leaned on their companions' shoulders, so exhausted they couldn't even lift a finger.
"It's blocked..."
A Chunin buried his face in his hands and sobbed silently.
He untied the water bottle from his waist, but his hands were trembling so much he couldn't unscrew the lid.
The person next to him helped him unscrew the cap. He snatched it, tilted his head back, and poured the water down his throat.
Water dripped from the corner of his mouth onto his collar.
"A hundred meters thick solid granite."
The veteran wiped the grime off his face and exhaled a long breath.
"This is a mountain. No matter how hard the iron shell is, you can't just smash it open, can you?"
He patted the shoulder of the young Genin next to him.
"Take a breath. We're safe now. Lord Ōnoki will definitely find a way to get us out of here."
The Genin and sniffed.
He sat on the ground, hugging his knees and burying his head in his arms.
A false sense of relief spread through the crowd.
Someone began bandaging the wound.
Someone took out Military Rations Pill and chewed it with a crunching sound.
A 100-meter-thick rock wall. In the history of the Shinobi World, this was an insurmountable and absolute defense.
Nothing but the Tailed Beast Bomb could blast open such a thick layer of earth.
They felt they had finally escaped the clutches of that cold, brutal meat grinder of war.
Kitsuchi looked at the towering black wall that seemed to reach into the clouds.
He didn't dare relax and reached for the Explosive Tag at his waist.
My fingers just touched the edge of the canvas of the ninja tool pouch.
The sky has changed.
Above the clouds above them.
A strange whistling sound came from behind.
"Waaah--"
It wasn't the sound of wind. The sound was sharp, high-frequency, and carried the metallic tearing quality characteristic of industrial machinery.
The sound crashed down from an extremely high place, piercing people's eardrums.
The Iwagakure Ninja who were sprawled on the ground all raised their heads.
I stared blankly at the dark sky.
I can't see anything.
But the roar of the engine piercing through the clouds grew louder and louder.
10,000 meters above the ground.
Above the stratosphere.
A space carrier, a kilometer long, floats silently above the sea of clouds.
The massive anti-gravity engine spewed out eerie blue flames, scorching the surrounding clouds until they churned endlessly.
The streamlined manganese steel casing gleamed with a deathly cold light under the moonlight.
Bridge command room.
Outside the fully enclosed bulletproof glass lies an endless starry sky.
The indoor temperature was constant, and the air carried a faint aroma of cigars.
Shu Shiraishi sat in the command seat.
The leather of the high-backed chair wrapped around his back.
He was wearing a crisp black military overcoat. There were no rank insignia on his epaulets, only a dark red leaf flame.
A thick cigar was held between his fingers, its ash piled up to half an inch long.
He raised his hand and took a drag.
A red glow appeared around the head of the cigar.
Smoke billowed from his nostrils, swirling around his cold, hard profile.
On the holographic tactical projection platform in front of me.
It is displaying a real-time terrain scan of the canyon below.
A thick, dark yellow barrier stretched across the green armored forces' glowing points.
" Lord Hokage."
The adjutant stood a meter away, heels together.
" The Iwagakure used Earth Release involving tens of thousands of people to create a 100-meter-thick granite barrier."
The adjutant glanced at the data panel.
"Radar indicates that 10,000 enemy troops have gathered behind the high wall."
Shu Shiraishi extended his finger.
It flicked lightly against the deep yellow barrier on the holographic projection.
The light and shadow flickered for two seconds before stabilizing again.
He pressed the cigar into the pure copper ashtray and stubbed it out forcefully.
Mars was suppressed.
A broken wall.
Shu Shiraishi leaned back in his chair, his voice as flat as if he were ordering food.
"Trying to block our way too?"
He raised his right hand.
Press the black communicator button on the side of the seat armrest.
Click.
The current is connected.
Shu Shiraishi's cold voice traveled along the radio waves directly to the bomber formation waiting in the clouds below.
"Air Force formation."
He looked at the yellow barrier on the holographic map.
"Re-equip with bunker buster bombs."
Shu Shiraishi released the button.
"Teach them how to be decent human beings."