Just as Konohamaru and Xiao Daocao were surrounded, the oil cauldron in the center of the square, which was glowing red with flames, exploded, and a black western dragon soared into the sky, its huge wings breaking through Yamato's Wood Release cage.
The residents and cult members had never seen anything like it before. They stopped their attack and stared in disbelief, as if witnessing a miracle.
Suikyū Nanashō and Tansan Shizuka knelt on the wooden steps, and everyone else slowly knelt as well. "God! This is God!"
Each time the dragon flapped its wings, it caused unbearable heat, and its body grew larger and larger until it almost completely enveloped the entire Divine Hot Water City.
Although many residents were also filled with fear, upon seeing such a massive size, they abandoned any thought of escape and knelt down on the ground, hoping for a way to survive.
The tribespeople, whose eyes had been numb, lit up with excitement upon seeing the black dragon. "God! God has come to save us!"
The black dragon gazed down and murmured, "I am the embodiment of power! I am the embodiment of death! I am the Great Cataclysm!"
The Lord God: "Emma couldn't stand it anymore, it's too damn embarrassing. What's the point of saying all this?"
Yamato: "(°ー°) Hongshi, what kind of trouble are you causing now?"
Xiao Daocao Straw sat cross-legged on the ground, regrouping her Senjutsu Chakra: "Master! So cool!"
The Iō Orochi was naturally shocked, but it remained unconvinced. "This is Genjutsu! Don't be fooled!"
The black dragon turned its head to look at the tiny Iō Orochi: "Hmph!"
An invisible force pushed the Iō Orochi in its Great Bathrobe into the still-burning oil cauldron.
Try it yourself.
"Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!"
Screams came from the frying pan. Of course, Hongshi wasn't particularly fond of killing. He infused the oil with Medical Ninjutsu Chakra, healing the three Great Bathrobe as he fried them. So, they didn't die, but... they were in a lot of pain.
Lord God: "Hmm! So you can't take a joke."
"Ring ring ring..."
Riding a wooden ox, Hanabi Hyuga, dragging a large number of weapons, finally arrived beside her clansmen. Taking advantage of the cultists' distraction, she gathered Chakra and severed everyone's chains. "Everyone, grab your weapons!"
The tribesmen looked at the weapons, somewhat hesitant.
Hongshi observed this situation. "I am Deathwing. The evil god you worship is nothing more than my... defeated foe? Emma's cultural knowledge is limited; he's just trash. So, join my Black Dragon Legion, and you'll receive divine protection! These Konoha ninjas are the representatives of my Black Dragon Legion."
" The Black Dragon Legion?"
Upon hearing this, the tribesmen became even more fanatical than the cultists, picking up weapons from the ground and slashing at the surrounding cultists.
"For the glory of the Black Dragon Legion!"
In war, morale is of utmost importance. Hongshi had secretly used his Spirit Transformation Technique to replenish the Chakra of all his clansmen and heal their injuries. Under their strong will, everyone displayed twice the fighting power they usually did.
On the other hand, the cultists' faith in the evil god wavered because of the appearance of the black dragon, and their Great Bathrobe were already suffering in the boiling oil. They were at a loss for what to do, and some even threw down their weapons and surrendered.
"I! I am willing to abandon the evil god and join the Black Dragon Legion!"
The Four-Pillar Prison Technique of Yamato still exists, and the cultists have no way to escape it.
With this shift in power, in just half an hour, the situation appeared to be one-sided, with the tribesmen who were on the verge of collapse just moments before now in control of the entire situation.
Ultimately, dramatically, the prisoner regained control and brought all the cult members under his command.
After finishing his battle with Tansan Shizuka, Suikyū Nanashō returned to the wooden steps, sword in hand, and the gentle breeze of the past returned. Looking at the three Great Bathrobe still enduring the torture of being boiled in the oil cauldron, he asked, " Iō Orochi, do you surrender?"
"Gurgle gurgle..."
"What did you say?"
"Gurgle, gurgle!"
"I didn't hear you clearly!"
"Gurgle, gurgle!"
The pain endured by the three Iō Orochi was indescribable, but the churning bubbles showed that they had had enough.
Yamato arrived at the oil cauldron, and his right hand transformed into a wooden beam, rescuing the three of them.
"We surrender! We surrender!"
Yamato somewhat surprised. "Oh! You still have plenty of energy. The people of the Land of Hot Water are really amazing; they can even soak in hot oil! Shall you soak a little longer?"
The Iō Orochi's hair stood on end; it didn't want to endure this pain any longer. It quickly grabbed the wooden beam. "What are you talking about? I was just joking with you, and you actually took it seriously? From now on, you two will be the Land of Hot Water ' Great Bathrobe!"
The black dragon in the air slowly rose and said, "The situation is settled. I hope you remember the pain of today. My representative Tōga, will remain here. I'm leaving!"
Wielding enormous black wings, it disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Respectfully bidding farewell to Lord Deathwing!"
Not only the members of the Jashin Cult, but also ordinary residents were awestruck by the miracle.
As the black dragon's silhouette faded into a tiny black dot on the horizon, Hongshi used his Body Flicker Technique to appear beside Xiao Daocao: " Xiao Daocao, how was that move of yours?"
Konohamaru removed his mask. "That's so pretentious."
Xiao Daocao gave a thumbs up. "Master is the best!"
Tōga -o Hongshi laughed heartily, "Of course! Your master is a super genius who combines beauty and wisdom, the strongest king in the Shinobi World!"
Yamato tossed three Great Bathrobe far in front of Hongshi: "You created this mess. Solve it yourself."
Suikyū Nanashō asked, "Who is this strangely dressed middle-aged man?"
Yamato a strange smile, "Oh, so he's the messenger Deathwing spoke of, Tōga."
This was outrageous! Suikyū Nanashō and Tansan Shizuka rushed to Hongshi: "Greetings, Lord Tōga! Deathwing's glory lives on! We wish to join the Black Dragon Legion!"
Tōga Hongshi only said those words in a moment of youthful madness, but he didn't expect everyone to take them seriously. The former cult members threw all their necklaces into the boiling oil, shouting, "To hell with your evil god!"
Hidan was praying somewhere, trembled. "Huh? Lord Jashin said someone is plotting against him? What does that mean?"
Thus, the turmoil in Divine Hot Water City was easily resolved by Hongshi, which also created very favorable conditions for the alliance proposed by Yamato.
The group was currently soaking in the most luxurious hot spring in Divine Hot Water City, discussing the alliance.
Suikyū Nanashō: "What? An alliance? Lord Yamato, Tōga, I'm not bragging, but after this incident, our Land of Hot Water has immense respect for Konoha."
With a towel on her head, Tansan Shizuka said, "Hmm! As expected, hot springs are the best place to be. An alliance? Even if we make our Land of Hot Water Tōga king, it's fine."
Yamato quickly explained, "Lord of the Great Bathrobe, actually that black dragon is just Hongshi Tōga transformed into, not something that actually exists."
Suikyū Nanashō stared wide-eyed at Hongshi, who was sleeping in the hot spring. "What? After we worshipped Deathwing, all our injuries were healed? How come that's possible?!"
Yamato said, "This is his secret technique, which allows him to transfer Chakra into other people's bodies out of thin air. If we really had such power, why didn't we use it in the first place? Even if we were waiting for Hongshi to use this technique to heal everyone, he's just a healing ninja."
Konohamaru nodded and said, "That's right! I can vouch for it. Hongshi... oh no, Tōga- Oh is just a medical-nin!"
It took a full hour of explanation to convince the two men in Great Bathrobe that there is no such thing as God.
Suikyū Nanashō sighed, "Ah, I see. But regardless, we are very grateful to Konoha for helping us resolve this crisis."
Tansan Shizuka nodded. "That's right, we don't intend to reveal the truth. We can use the Black Dragon Legion as a pretext to form the most united force possible. We agree to the alliance."
Konohamaru asked, "By the way! Is there oden here?"
Tōga Hongshi suddenly opened his eyes. "Oden?! Where is it!"
Thus, the Black Dragon Legion, with Deathwing as its spiritual leader, was born in the Land of Hot Water.
The Lord God: "The pace is too fast."