As the instructions were issued.
"Railgun mounted. Ready for test firing."
This message traveled along the thick communication cable to the underground computer room.
Orochimaru suddenly turned around and lunged at the main control panel.
His palms were sweaty with excitement. He gripped the red putter, but his hand slipped.
He gripped the top of the lever with both hands and pressed his entire weight down.
Click.
Push the lever all the way down. The switch is locked.
"Buzz--"
A dull, low-frequency vibration traveled up from deep within the earth's crust.
The ground of the entire Konoha felt a slight tingling sensation at that moment.
Directly behind the village is that rocky mountain that blocks the north wind year-round.
In the darkness, a muffled explosion echoed from the mountaintop.
"Boom!"
The array of Explosive Tag embedded within the mountain detonated simultaneously, blasting open the joints in the rock.
The owls were startled and took flight from the forest. The flock of birds flew wildly in the darkness.
A straight, dark crack splits open right in the middle of the mountaintop.
The gap is getting wider and wider, like a giant mouth slowly tearing open to both sides.
Tons of gravel and earth rolled down the hillside.
A boulder smashed a pine tree halfway up the mountain. The crisp sound of breaking wood mingled with the roar of the rock, and dust billowed up.
Inside the dark mountainside, two rows of glaring yellow searchlights illuminated the interior.
A beam of light pierced through the dust and struck the night sky.
"Crack, crack."
The heavy tracked vehicle crushed the rocks and debris on the ground, producing a harsh, metallic scraping sound.
A colossal iron beast slowly emerged from the mountainside.
This is a giant electromagnetic railgun that is hundreds of meters long.
The two parallel pure copper rails were as thick as water towers. Dark blue high-voltage electric arcs crisscrossed the surface of the rails.
"Sizzle." The electric arc jumped on the copper rail.
The air was instantly ionized. A strong, pungent smell of ozone filled the mountain breeze.
The hydraulic lifting rod at the bottom emitted a long, hissing sound.
The hydraulic column, several stories high, slowly extended.
The massive, 100-meter-long cannon barrel slowly rose, pointing straight at the sky.
Konoha.
The steel pipe streetlights on both sides of the main road flashed simultaneously.
"Sizzle." The filament turned red, and the light dimmed instantly.
The entire street was bathed in a dim, yellowish light.
At the steel mill at the east end of the village, the high-speed conveyor belt slowed down slightly, and the tracks made a dry, creaking sound as if they were lacking oil.
Several Akimichi tribesmen who were carrying steel stopped in their tracks.
They placed the steel plate on the ground, wiped the sweat from their brows, and looked up at the sky.
I'm at a loss.
The village's heavy industrial power supply was forcibly cut off to both residential and factory branches the instant the lever was pulled.
The current flowed along the thick, black cable buried underground.
Like madmen, they surged toward the railguns on the back hill.
Basement level two. Power room.
The twelve sealed ninjas' faces were as white as if they had been plastered with lime.
Three people had nosebleeds that had flowed down past their lips and dripped onto the lapels of their white coats. No one bothered to wipe them away.
Inside the distribution cabinet on the wall, the meter pointer broke off the plastic post that held the maximum limit switch.
With a "bang," a burst of electric sparks erupted from the dashboard.
On the alloy rack.
Roshi's body suddenly straightened upwards.
The steel chain was stretched taut, creaking under the strain.
"Wow."
He opened his cracked mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood.
Blood splattered onto the metal brace of his lower jaw. His teeth clenched so tightly they clicked, and half of his front tooth snapped off.
A broken tooth fell onto my collarbone.
The Four-Tails 'Chakra was completely uprooted and surged wildly into the copper plate on his stomach.
The transparent insulating tube connecting the copper disc was red-hot.
The outer rubber protective layer began to melt, dripping a few drops of smoking black glue that sizzled as they landed on the iron plate.
Han, standing beside him, no longer had the strength to struggle.
The white mist no longer spewed from the gaps in the tattered, reddish-brown Steam Armor.
They were extremely fine beads of blood.
The Five-Tails ' Boil Release was forcibly drained. Han's eyelids were half open, his eyes were bloodshot, and a gurgling sound came from his throat.
Their life force, along with their Chakra, was violently poured into the conversion reactor.
It transforms into tens of millions of volts of high-voltage electricity.
Three hundred meters underground. An extremely deep laboratory.
The three-meter-thick explosion-proof steel door of the dome slowly slid open to both sides.
The vertical launch silo above was exposed, its surface dark and gaping. A row of red indicator lights illuminated the silo wall.
Four heavy-duty hydraulic robotic arms were started.
The motor roared deafeningly.
Eight curved steel clamps with rubber pads firmly held the three-story-tall black nuclear bomb in place.
The purplish-red sealing runes on the surface of the projectile were dazzlingly bright.
The Chakra within the runes flowed rapidly, like boiling water.
"Lift!" the crane foreman roared into the walkie-talkie, his voice cracking.
The steel cable, as thick as an arm, tightened instantly.
The fifty-ton Chakra nuclear bomb was slowly lifted off the base.
The moment it left the liquid nitrogen pool, white, cold air flowed down the black manganese steel outer shell, leaving a trail of white mist in the air.
The robotic arm delivers the nuclear missile into the vertical launch silo, pulling it upwards.
The clattering sound of the iron chains rubbing against the pulleys echoed in the shaft.
Five minutes later.
The nuclear bomb was delivered out of the mountain and precisely inserted into the breech of the railgun.
The ramming mechanism pressed against the black base of the bullet and pushed it forward heavily.
Clang.
A tremendous metallic clang echoed along the cannon barrel and railroad tracks, reverberating across half the mountain.
Two interlocking steel plates, each half a meter thick, slammed shut, sealing the nuclear bomb securely inside the launch compartment.
Gears meshing. Jammed. Perfectly fitted.
On the railgun base.
Might Duy leaped onto the steel plate covered with heat-insulating tiles.
He crouched down, his hands gripping the rough iron plate tightly.
Without hesitation, the Gate of Death were fully opened.
"Boom!"
The red blood steam shot into the sky like an erupting fountain.
Thick blood mist spread outwards, like an inverted red semi-circular dome, tightly covering the entire load-bearing structure of the launch pad.
The temperature on the steel plate instantly exceeded 200 degrees Celsius.
The surrounding air was so hot it was severely distorted. The scenery outside looked like nothing but shimmering ripples on water.
Dai's face turned purplish-red. His gums bled from biting so hard.
He stomped on the rubber soles of his military boots until they melted. His feet felt like iron nails driven into the anti-slip grooves of the steel plate.
The moment a nuclear bomb is launched, it generates recoil and thermal radiation equivalent to melting half a mountain.
Aside from his body, constantly being torn apart by carbonization and regeneration, no metal armor could stop him.
At the very second that the nuclear missile was locked.
A sense of oppression.
A pure, destructive sense of oppression, like an invisible giant net.
It completely covered the entire Konoha.
Along with the surrounding forests and wilderness for dozens of miles.
At the village entrance, a stray yellow dog is rummaging through a pile of garbage.
Suddenly, it tucked its tail tightly between its legs, pressing it firmly against its belly.
His front legs buckled, and he collapsed onto the dusty side of the dirt road.
The yellow dog pressed its wet nose tightly to the ground, letting out intermittent, mournful whimpers.
I was completely drained of the energy to even run.
In the woods behind the mountain.
The leaves were rustling wildly. It wasn't the wind.
Flocks of night birds were fluttering about on the branches.
Dozens of sparrows fell directly from the tree branches and landed in the pile of decaying leaves.
Its wings stiffened. It kicked its two thin legs twice, but could no longer fly.
The chirping of insects on the summer night abruptly stopped.
The entire back mountain fell into a deathly silence.
The villagers stayed inside their houses. No one spoke.
The adult pulled the blanket over their head, shivering in the darkness.
The mountain wind is strong.
Shu Shiraishi stepped onto the iron ladder on the side.
He walked step by step up to the command platform at the highest point of the railgun.
The military boots clanged as they stepped on the metal mesh, kicking up bits of rust from the soles.
This is the highest point in the area. The wind is very strong.
The black trench coat fluttered wildly in the strong wind, its hem slapping against the iron railings.
He walked to the control panel.
Orochimaru was already standing there.
He wiped the grease and sweat from his face with the sleeve of his white coat, his fingers flying across the keyboard.
My fingernail smacked against the plastic button. Crackling.
" Lord Shu, the capacitor is charged to 90%."
Orochimaru's voice was dry, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
"Magnetic field stable. Lockout intact."
He pointed to the radar screen in front of him, which was emitting a faint fluorescent green light.
Where to hit?
Shu Shiraishi lowered his head.
A green radar grid slowly scanned the screen. The cursor circled.
The grid marks the winding coastline of the East Sea of Land of Fire.
Beyond that lies a vast, empty ocean.
He extended his right hand, which was wearing a black leather glove.
Place your index finger on the edge of the screen and slide it to the right along the glass panel.
Fingertips traverse the nearshore waters, bypassing several conventional merchant shipping routes.
The finger stopped.
It's pressed onto a lonely, isolated red coordinate point far from the mainland.
It was a deserted island.
The black leather glove rubbed against the glass screen, producing a faint "squeak" sound.
Shu Shiraishi stared at the red dot.
His eyes were cold, like a piece of lifeless iron.
"Here."
He looked at the radar. His voice was torn apart by the night wind, but every word struck the metal control panel.
"Coordinates locked."
He withdrew his hand.
"Coordinates are clear."