Chapter 150: Mōryō Unsealed, Rushing To Aid The Land Of Demons
Ashikaga’s voice sounded infinitely weak in the empty echoes of the Great Hall.
On the throne, Menma’s gaze pierced through the White Three-Eyed Fox Mask, falling on the priest below who was like a flickering candle in the wind, and on that letter stained with filth.
He did not speak, merely gently raised his hand, and a golden Chakra Chain shot out, rolling up the secret letter held high by Ashikaga and bringing it to his hand.
Menma opened the secret letter and found another layer of Sealing Jutsu on it, but for him of the Uzumaki Family, it was not too difficult. Moments later, the seal was undone, and the contents of the secret letter were fully revealed.
In the Great Hall, Menma quietly read the secret letter, leaving only Ashikaga’s own heavy and fearful panting.
Every second of silence was like a giant stone pressing on Ashikaga’s heart, nearly suffocating him.
Unsure how much time passed—perhaps just an instant, perhaps a century.
“Explain in detail.” An ice-cold voice devoid of any emotional fluctuation finally came from the high throne, clearly striking Ashikaga’s nerves on the verge of collapse.
Although Miroku had sought aid through a letter, the characters were limited in the emergency, so Menma still wanted to learn the detailed situation of the Land of Demons from this person who had escaped to seek help.
At the same time, he was recalling the plot from his memories.
He remembered that when Shion was little, her mother died because of sealing the monster Mōryō. Calculating the time, it was about these years.
Moreover, Shion’s power was the strongest among all generations of mikos. In his memory, when Shion finally released the seal on her body, many patterns erupted on her, looking a bit like Sage Jutsu.
Could the miko also wield Nature Energy?
As Ashikaga described the drastic changes in the Land of Demons in detail to the Ruler of the Land of Stars, Lord Shura.
Menma’s intent spread instantly like invisible ripples through the Chakra Network constructed by Engraved Tsukuyomi.
In various places in the Land of Stars, several figures jolted simultaneously.
In the Underground Prison, Uchiha Hikari put away the 《Paradise of Passion》 in her hand, her cold gaze sweeping over Bishamon and Nono Yakushi in the cell.
In the Administration Building, Uzumaki Kushina was checking the list in front of a mountain of supply scrolls.
Kimimaro Kaguya silently condensed Bone Spikes on the Training Ground; White carefully tended to a flower condensed from Ice Crystal nearby.
The four paused their actions simultaneously, their minds clearly reflecting the same voice, the same coordinates, and an indisputable summons.
Soon, several more figures appeared in the Great Hall.
Uchiha Hikari, Uzumaki Kushina, White, and Kimimaro Kaguya stood solemnly.
Priest Ashikaga sat on a chair in the corner, eating to replenish his strength, because he insisted on accompanying them back to the Land of Stars to protect the Miko Clan.
“The Land of Demons has undergone massive changes.” Menma’s voice came through the mask, ice-cold and without ripple: “Miko Miroku and her daughter Shion have been placed under house arrest in the Shrine by Daimyo Hamatani Shun and the nobles. Someone took advantage of the chaos to unseal the monster Mōryō, plunging the Land of Demons into chaos.”
Uchiha Hikari’s pitch-black eyes flickered slightly, looking toward Menma, as if silently inquiring.
“Hikari.” Menma’s gaze turned to Uchiha Hikari: “You lead Kimimaro and White, and come with me immediately to the Shrine of the Land of Demons to rescue them.”
His gaze swept over Kimimaro and White, scrutinizing: “This is a trial. Your opponents are at least Jonin-level ninjas. Don’t die.”
“Yes, Lord!” Kimimaro straightened his body even more, White’s breathing quickened slightly.
“Kushina.” Menma turned to Uzumaki Kushina: “Assemble the Star Ninja Army, thirty elites, to follow up to the Land of Demons. Also prepare a batch of officials, doctors, and supplies like grain and medicine, to take over the Land of Demons. I want it to transition smoothly there.”
“Yes, Lord Shura.” Uzumaki Kushina’s eyes sharpened and steadied, nodding heavily.
Menma Body Flickered to Uchiha Hikari’s side, reached out, and placed his hand on Uchiha Hikari’s shoulder.
Uchiha Hikari understood, her fair hands pressing respectively on Kimimaro’s and White’s shoulders.
“Prepare to depart.” Kimimaro looked at Ashikaga and reminded.
Although Ashikaga was still a bit confused, he hurried to their side. When White’s hand rested on his shoulder, Ashikaga looked at the cute ‘girl’ in front of him, his face slightly flushing.
Flying Thunder God Technique!
The next moment, on a mountaintop not far from Demon Capital, space rippled, and five figures appeared out of thin air in a cave.
Several people walked out of the cave, a cold wind carrying an evil fluctuation hitting them in the face, the wind bearing a thick Blood Scent and an indescribable rotten aura as if from the depths of the underworld.
Ashikaga stood on the mountaintop looking toward the distant city, only to see that this city had turned into a sea of fire, with thick smoke billowing upward.
Looking at the familiar surroundings, Ashikaga exclaimed in shock: “This… is Demon Capital?”
“Go!” Before Ashikaga could recover from his shock, Shura’s voice was ice-cold and concise.
A flash of crimson in Uchiha Hikari’s eyes, Three-Tomoe Sharingan instantly activated, powerful Eye Power scanning ahead, locking onto the chaotic Chakra sources in the Shrine direction.
Her speed surged abruptly, like a shadow in the dark night, racing toward the direction of the thickest Blood Scent.
Kimimaro’s pair of Byakugan activated, leaping shoulder-to-shoulder with White to quickly catch up.
The switch for Dojutsu Bloodline Limit had long been cracked by Menma, so even for those with low Chakra amounts, mastering this switch allowed them to freely choose to turn off the burden brought by the Dojutsu Bloodline Limit.
Moreover, except for Kakashi who had low Chakra, other ninjas who transplanted Dojutsu Bloodline Limits did not suffer from energy depletion leading to physical weakness.
Menma glanced at Ashikaga, carrying him like luggage, his figure blurring as he followed closely, even faster, almost merging with the Darkness.
Kimimaro and White felt the stinging Strong Wind on their faces, hearts pounding wildly in their chests. For the first time truly facing such intense Killing Intent and unknown enemies, fighting shoulder-to-shoulder with Lord Shura, their blood seemed to boil.
At this time, in the Shrine of the Land of Demons.
The once solemn and sacred holy ground had become a hellish slaughterhouse.
On the open ground outside the Shrine, the scene was horrific, corpses of Land of Demons soldiers in ornate Armor strewn haphazardly, covering the Blue Stone Slab ground.
Their deaths were extremely eerie and terrifying—some bodies as if drained of all moisture, shriveled and withered, skin clinging to Bone, faces frozen in ultimate Pain and Fear, eye sockets sunken, mouths agape, as if silently screaming.
Thick Blood soaked the stone slab crevices, pooling into nauseating viscous puddles.
The air was filled with a suffocating mix of scents: heavy Blood Scent, the fishy stench of ruptured organs, foul odor, and a pungent charred smell like sulfur from hell.
Amid these desiccated corpses were another type of bodies.
They wore exquisite silk finery, fat or gaunt, the previously arrogant nobles of the Land of Stars, including Daimyo Hamatani Shun himself.
His obese body slumped in the blood pool like a Tattered Sackcloth Bag, his ornate deep purple Straight Robe soaked in filthy blood, the family crest embroidered with gold thread distorted and deformed.
Hamatani Shun’s eyes wide with terror, face frozen in disbelief, a strangely shaped kunai seemingly made of black Bone deeply embedded in his brow, the flesh around the wound showing ominous purple-black necrotic marks.
The culprit behind all this was entrenched in the center of the plaza before the Shrine’s main hall.
It was a terrifying Existence difficult to describe in words.
A constantly writhing, swelling massive dark purple Chakra aggregate, like a living, viscous filthy swamp.
Eight huge ferocious snake heads formed from condensed solid Darkness Chakra, vertical pupils burning with molten gold-like violent and Hatred flames.
The thick vermilion-lacquered Door of the Shrine’s main hall was tightly shut, a thin shield emitting soft white light stubbornly enveloping the Great Hall.
The shield fluctuated violently under the constant onslaught of dark Chakra flows spewed by Mōryō, its light flickering uncertainly, emitting overburdened “sizzling” sounds.
Through the faint glow of the spiritual shield, one could vaguely see behind the hall door slit the pale face of Miko Miroku and the young Shion she tightly protected behind her.
Miroku’s hands formed Hand Seals, her entire body’s Miko Power surging like boiling into the shield, a thread of glaring fresh red already spilling from her mouth.
Behind her, young Shion’s small body trembled violently from Fear, violet eyes brimming with tears, little hands clutching tightly to a ball-shaped pin given by her mother.
Beneath the massive, Distorted dark purple Chakra body of Mōryō, there was a group of figures in bloodstained white robes.
Yomi and others who called themselves dark Medical Ninjas.
“Miroku, can you hold on? I can feel it, this barrier’s power is getting weaker and weaker.” The leader Yomi had a gaunt face, sunken eye sockets, withered fingers constantly forming seals, muttering incantations in his mouth, guiding Mōryō’s power to assault the shield.
In the air, the buzzing of evil Chakra, Mōryō’s hisses, the wails of the dying, the chilling sounds of flesh and bone being sliced.
At this moment when Despair and Crisis intertwined to their peak!
Several figures tore into this bloody hell like meteors ripping through the night curtain!
Uchiha Hikari landed first, her deep blue high-collared Clan Robes flapping wildly in the chaotic Chakra storm.
Her pitch-black eyes were instantly replaced upon landing by even deeper, icier crimson—Mangekyo Sharingan·Activate!
The pattern of three Tomoe linking together slowly rotated in her blood-red eyes, instantly locking onto Yomi and the group of dark Medical Ninjas emanating thick Blood Scent beside him.
She made no extra movements, merely standing there quietly, her intangible Killing Intent spreading like icy water.
Kimimaro Kaguya and White followed closely.
Kimimaro landed silently, his pale face still expressionless, but deep in those Byakugan, icy Killing Intent burned for the first time.
He slightly raised his right hand, under the palm skin, stark white Bone Spikes silently pierced through flesh, extending out with sharp edges.
White seemed somewhat tense, but seeing Kimimaro’s actions, he took a deep breath, his gaze firming, visible Coldness beginning to emanate around him, right hand picking up a senbon.
Menma’s figure directly cut into the core of the battlefield!
The White Three-Eyed Fox Mask glowed in the Firelight, dark red high-collared Black Robe fluttering in the wind, the cape behind him emblazoned with the Nine-Face Sūvarṇa pattern flying.
With every step he took, the churning Mōryō dark purple Chakra flows attempting to erode his ankles exploded and dispersed like meeting their nemesis!
“How is that possible!” The stunned and Madness-filled gazes of Yomi and others.
Menma strode straight to the violently fluctuating spiritual shield and stood firm.
His position exactly blocking between Miroku and her daughter and those eight roaring snake heads!
“You bastard! What exactly are you!” Mōryō hissed, its eight dark snake heads sensing an unprecedented Oppression.
