Chapter 123: Destroy  

"Is this the place?"

The surrounding yellow sand fills the sky, and the dark clouds are punctuated with thunder. In the midst of the swirling sand, a base had been built in just two days. In the dark tunnel, Kabuto led the way.

"How is this, sir? My efficiency is good, right?"

"Not bad, but why don't you light up the lights?" There wasn't a single light in the long tunnel.

The reason for not lighting up was because Kabuto liked the dark environment. Only by surviving in the dark could his heated heart calm down. Kabuto's appearance was becoming more snake-like, and his sage art had been steadily improving.

When Sasuke reached the end of the tunnel, he found that Kabuto's experimental equipment had all been moved here.

"Sasuke-kun, I asked you to come here today to show you my art." Kabuto pulled off the black cloth covering the experimental table, revealing Kimimaro lying on it.

Kimimaro's breathing was steady, and his expression was natural. It seemed that he had willingly become Kabuto's experimental subject.

Kabuto took out a tray of knives and held a syringe filled with a red liquid that flashed dangerously.

"Kimimaro wants me to enhance his bloodline limit. He hopes his bones can have the ability to control explosions freely." To ensure the experiment went smoothly, Kabuto gently pushed the syringe into Kimimaro's neck.

"This is a sleeping potion. Without a special antidote, Kimimaro will sleep until he dies."

Watching Kabuto's skillful movements, Sasuke knew this guy was experienced. Sasuke didn't disturb him and quietly observed from the side.

He had also engaged in experiments during his two years of studying with Orochimaru, but Kabuto's talent in this area was much greater than his. There was an element of talent involved, and Sasuke wasn't interested in scientific research; otherwise, he might have achieved good results.

After spending half a day, Kabuto finally finished his work and said, "How is it, Sasuke-kun?"

"Well, your skills are no worse than Orochimaru's back then, and perhaps even better." Sasuke had observed the entire process without missing a single detail. He wanted to gauge Kabuto's current level.

"Surpassing Orochimaru? That's almost impossible." Kabuto was a little disappointed, but his pride in scientific research prevented him from saying so.

Only those who had truly worked with Orochimaru understood that this man was born to explore the truth of the world. His thoughts, every move, and his learning of ninjutsu were all for science.

From small things like waving his hands to run faster than with his hands behind his back, to big things like the secret of immortality and the composition of the world's matter, every thought of Orochimaru was not in vain.

This man even thought that when he was hit by an apple while sleeping under a tree, his first thought upon waking was why the apple fell down instead of flying into the sky.

Kabuto sighed, "If only I could have half the thinking of Lord Orochimaru." He respected Orochimaru not because of his strength, but because this man completely conquered him in the field he was most proud of.

"Don't worry! Orochimaru isn't dead. He's probably resurrected somewhere in the ninja world, and I'm sure he will come to me again," Sasuke said.

He had no doubt about this. Orochimaru was a man who was very afraid of death. How could he only stay dead for a short time? And he was vengeful. If Sasuke had treated him well, this former teacher would definitely seek revenge.

"Oh, is that so? That's very interesting." Kabuto wanted to show Orochimaru his current form. He had mastered the sage technique that Orochimaru had never been able to master.

Sasuke was considered Orochimaru's disciple, but so was Kabuto. They just learned different things.

When it came to scientific research and technology, Orochimaru never hid anything. It was great to have a like-minded partner.

"Okay, Orochimaru, you'll have a chance to see him in the future."

"We will rest in two days, and then we will attack the Land of Lightning. How are your biochemical drugs prepared?" Sasuke asked.

Kabuto replied confidently, "Don't worry. As long as you use the Rain Tiger Free Technique to spread the heavy rain mixed with drugs to the location of the Ninja Alliance, these guys will be transformed into monsters in no time."

"But this is only useful for ninjas below the rank of Jonin. The chakra in most Jonin's bodies has begun to undergo qualitative changes, and this mass-produced medicine is unlikely to work on them."

"That's enough. After all, Jonin aren't everywhere."

"Hurry up and finish Kimimaro's experiment. I want him to be the vanguard to find out the distribution of the Ninja Alliance."

"This isn't the Hidden Rain Village. It's not as difficult to use the Rain Tiger Free Technique in such a dry desert area as it was when Nagato used it in the Hidden Rain Village. Even if Nagato came, he couldn't use the Rain Tiger Free Technique on a large scale in such a hot and water-scarce place."

"I understand." Kimimaro couldn't wait to continue exploring, but Sasuke was still there, so it was inconvenient for him to take out tools such as chainsaws, so he postponed the experiment for the time being.

"Then I'll go."

In the Land of Fire, Kakashi saw the signal from his subordinates after killing the guards who came to support.

Blood was the only theme in the palace today. Kakashi was immersed in the bloody world and couldn't extricate himself. This was the figure he dreamed of.

What a wonderful day. Why hadn't he realized how interesting it was to kill before?

"Eight masters, hehehe, Sbarasi." Sensing the chakra group that attracted attention like a beacon in the dark night, his tongue excitedly ran over his lips a few times.

After a strange scream, Kakashi stepped on the ground. The powerful explosive force allowed him to penetrate the official palaces and rush straight to the daimyo.

Smell noise!

"Great Compassion Palm."

The face of Chiriku, who killed the Anbu ninja with a palm, was covered with blood, and his clothes were also stained with blood. He flashed in the crowd like a demon monk, and every time he attacked, he took a life.

"Let Death save you." Grabbing the head of a man in black, Chiriku squeezed it slightly, and it burst.

"It's been a long time since I killed so many people." Chiriku looked into the distance with red pupils, and he also sensed Kakashi's breath.

"Come and welcome the Thousand Hands Killer." Chiriku sat cross-legged. As a talent of the monks, he had his own unique fighting style. A chakra dry hand appeared behind him, as if protecting him.

The two fought several times in an instant, and neither retreated. Chiriku's fist hit Kakashi's back. He smiled and swallowed the broken internal organs. The short knife scraped off a large piece of meat from Chiriku's shoulder.

"Madman," Chiriku retreated and immediately stopped the bleeding from his injured shoulder. He didn't expect that this guy didn't open his mouth, but took advantage of the gap in his attack to counterattack. If he hadn't reacted quickly, it might not have been his shoulder that was injured.

"Hahaha, you opened your mouth, now you are not my opponent," Kakashi drew his knife and stepped forward, wanting to kill Chiriku with one blow.

"Not your opponent? What a joke," Chiriku's violent factor hidden in his body was completely stimulated by Kakashi's sarcasm.

The golden chakra turned blood red in an instant, and Chiriku said in a deep voice, " Raigō: Senjusatsu."

The kind Buddha behind him had long since become Angry Buddha, and the red Chiriku rushed forward and hit Kakashi with a red fist.

Kakashi threw away the short sword, and the black chakra simply wrapped his fist and fought with Chiriku.

However, his action completely angered Chiriku. He knew that Kakashi was a powerful ninja, but this guy didn't have ninjutsu to deal with him, but chose to fight.

"Who are you looking down on? " Chiriku cursed loudly, and he was too lazy to defend. He grabbed Kakashi and tried hard to catch him. The black fist and the red fist collided violently in the air.

This scene was seen by everyone else.

Asuma, who was responsible for personal protection, naturally recognized Kakashi.

He couldn't help but sigh that Chiriku was just a monk, and the Land of Fire only gave him a subsidy of 800 ryo. What's the point of playing with his life?

"Asuma, Jonin, should we retreat first?" The daimyo's legs were shaking and coughing. When had he ever seen such a scene?

"You can't escape, daimyo. This position is the most suitable for dealing with them. Once you leave here, I am not sure I can protect you."

Asuma lit a cigarette and found that it was the last one, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

Asuma held the tiger finger in his hand and shook his head. If possible, he really didn't want to fight with his former companions. After all, they were just affected by Uchiha Sasuke's influence.

Of course, this was just Asuma's own idea. The killers of the Anbu had no intention of showing mercy. Their main mission was to kill the daimyo of the Land of Fire. As long as he died, their mission would be completed.

"Use fire ninjutsu together," the leading Anbu ninja commanded.

The guards were constantly reinforcing their position. This would not work. These soldiers were wearing iron armor, and using fire might have a miraculous effect.

"Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu!" Fireballs hit the guards' defense, and the iron armor of the soldiers standing in the front was burned red, filling the air with the smell of seared flesh.

"No retreat, no retreat!" One of the strong guard ninjas stood up and punched the soldier who tried to retreat first, very viciously.

"The daimyo is behind us. I will kill anyone who dares to retreat. There are no weak soldiers in the Land of Fire."

"There are only a few dozen of them. What are you afraid of? Even if everyone takes a mouthful of sleeping foam, they can be killed."

The soldiers gathered their strength and surrounded the Anbu ninjas again. Under the advantage of numbers, even the elite ninjas began to suffer casualties.

"How are these troublesome?" an Anbu ninja asked, glancing at Kakashi.

Kakashi's side had almost resolved their issues. The chakra of the earth release users was gradually decreasing, and the power of their moves was losing its threat to Kakashi.

If it was the previous Kakashi, he definitely couldn't have fought for a long time, but since he turned dark, Kakashi's chakra had increased by more than ten times, and even the burden of the Sharingan had no effect on him.

"Is this all you can do?" Kakashi said sarcastically, ignoring Chiriku's gloomy face.

The black Raikiri in his hand crackled with energy. "The warm-up is over. It seems you can't satisfy me."

"What, bastard?" Amid Chiriku's exclamation, Kakashi slashed him with his Raikiri, leaving deep scars on his body.

Kakashi knew that even Chiriku couldn't survive such injuries, but to be on the safe side, Kakashi still burned Chiriku's body with fire.

"Chiriku, how could this happen? Chiriku can't lose." Asuma's unfinished cigarette fell to the ground.

He saw Kakashi kill Chiriku with his own eyes. Chiriku was gone, and now only he could protect the daimyo.

"Hey, everyone come over here," Asuma shouted.

Kakashi sneered and moved through the crowd. He used the double-handed Raikiri to perfection. The armor was no different from tofu in front of him.

Kakashi also saw Asuma. "I didn't expect you to be here! Asuma, the Sarutobi clan has been wiped out by us. This time I won't let you run away again."

"Kakashi, why are you destroying others? You were all deceived by Uchiha Sasuke, and the Hokage must have been controlled by him," Asuma said, but Kakashi rushed in before he could finish. Kakashi laughed abnormally.

"Haha, you guys don't seem to understand the situation. I am not the Kakashi you know. Also, I contributed to the destruction of the Sarutobi clan."

After Chiriku's death, Asuma and the other guardian ninjas couldn't hold on for long. Kakashi was very familiar with Asuma's fighting style, and every move was a killer.

Asuma was kicked in the head, and the last thing he saw was black chakra passing by.

The son of the Third Hokage, Asuma, died in his hands. Kakashi had no sense of accomplishment. He pulled out his slender palm and walked towards the daimyo step by step.

"It's your turn, scumbag."

Kakashi didn't like the so-called daimyo in the first place. How could these people without power order them?

"No! I am the Daimyo of the Land of Fire. Aren't you a ninja of Konoha? How can you hurt me?"

Kakashi pushed the daimyo down. He found that this incompetent guy was white and tender, and his feminine temperament made people almost think he was a woman.

The daimyo was pushed into a corner step by step. Kakashi smiled evilly, "You are such an ignorant daimyo. Let me teach you how to grow up."

The assassins of the Anbu all subconsciously avoided the scene, because what was happening in front of them was too shocking.

The capital of the Land of Fire was destroyed overnight, and the news spread quickly.

This move also made the daimyos of various countries more wary of Uchiha Sasuke. If he won the Ninja World War, they would probably die.

So they tacitly sent troops to participate in the war. This was no longer a battle between ninjas.

Millions of troops gathered together are also a strong force. This is what the nobles of various countries think.

At the headquarters of the Shinobi Alliance, Ohnoki frowned after learning this.

"What's the matter? How can ordinary people be involved in the battle between ninjas? Guys who are not even cannon fodder will only cause trouble for us."