enjoyebooks Chapter 627 The Chaos of the Mist
Chapter 627 The Chaos of the Mist
Central Plaza, Kirigakure Village.
"Burn! Burn everything related to Konoha!"
A burly Kaguya clan squad leader, standing on the corpse of a Kirigakure elder, was laughing maniacally as he directed his subordinates to set the place on fire.
His people, their eyes gleaming with a morbid fanaticism, threw torches into a newly opened shop.
The shop's signboard even had "Supplies Exchange Center" written in Konoha script.
He reveled in the destructive thrill, in the terrified screams of his fellow citizens.
Suddenly, the maniacal laughter froze.
A cool sensation ran down my neck, like a mosquito bite.
He instinctively reached out to touch it.
What my fingertips touched was a warm, sticky liquid.
He looked down and saw his hands, which were covered in bright red blood.
"Well……"
He wanted to speak, but only a whistling sound came out of his throat.
A surge of power was rapidly drained from his body. He clutched his neck, staring incredulously at his tribesmen who were still reveling around him.
The world began to spin in his eyes, and the color of the flames became blurred.
He fell straight down, crashing onto the cold stone slab. Until his last breath, he didn't know what had happened.
The surrounding tribesmen were stunned for a moment.
"team leader?"
"Hey, Captain Takagi, what's wrong with you? Stop lying on the ground pretending to be dead!"
A member of the tribe walked over with a smile and kicked him.
The corpse turned over, revealing a thin, almost invisible line of blood on its neck.
Blood was gushing out from that line.
The smile froze on the face of that tribesman.
The same scenes were played out precisely and efficiently in every bloody corner of the village.
In the East District, the commander in charge of blocking the waterways felt a chill run down his spine the moment he gave the order to seal off all exits. Looking down, he saw only the tip of a knife protruding from his chest before losing consciousness.
In the West District, the assault team leader who led the charge against the Mizukage's residence had just used his bone whip to send a guard flying when the world suddenly spun around him. His last memory was seeing his headless body still in the posture of whipping.
South District, North District...
One by one, the commanders of the Kaguya rebels at various levels were wiped off the face of the earth in the most efficient and covert way, at the height of their triumph and fervor.
The killings turned into a silent, efficient cleanup operation.
Shisui and his squad became phantoms of death roaming Kirigakure, avoiding any mere foot soldiers and targeting only the brains that gave orders.
Gradually, Kaguya's rebel army, which had been unstoppable and launched a relentless offensive, began to fall into chaos.
"Hey! What's the next step? Where's the captain?"
"I don't know! It was just here a moment ago!"
"Who will go ask the company commander?"
"We can't contact the company commander either!!"
An unseen, invisible terror spread rapidly through the hearts of the Kaguya clan.
They were like a group of giant pythons whose heads had all been cut off; their massive bodies were still twisting due to inertia, but they had lost their direction and soul.
They began to fear every dark corner, and every gust of wind that blew past them.
"Did you...did you see anything float by just now?" A Kaguya clansman gripped his bone blade tightly, his voice trembling.
"No...no, are you seeing things?"
Although his companion spoke toughly, his eyes couldn't help but wander around.
"Don't scare yourself! We are the invincible Kaguya clan!"
Tonight, for the first time, this slogan seems so pale and powerless.
……
On the tower opposite the Water Shadow Building.
Uchiha Shisui, like a black owl, coldly gazed down below.
Beneath his feet lay chaos and panic.
In his eyes, there is order and death.
He watched as Kaguya Honebami's most elite personal guard completely surrounded the last refuge. Kaguya Honebami herself was not present; she remained atop the Mizukage Building, basking in the glory of being a conqueror. She believed that her personal guard was more than enough to take down a few stray dogs.
With a wave of his hand, the captain of the guards sent a dozen tribesmen grinning as they rammed the steel gate of the refuge with bone spikes from their shoulders.
"boom!!"
After the loud crash, the door was dented inward, emitting a piercing metallic groan.
The resistance behind the door seemed so weak.
Zhi Shui did not make a move.
He just watched quietly, as if waiting for something.
Through the shared vision via the Dark Side channel, he could "see" that all twenty of his team members were in position, like an invisible net covering the entire battlefield. No fish in the net could escape.
He raised his hand and gave a new command to the miniature communicator in his throat.
His voice remained cold and emotionless.
"All squads, halt the hunt."
"Tighten the encirclement, seal off the battlefield, and prohibit anyone from entering or leaving."
The command was transmitted instantly to the minds of every member of the Dark Force via chakra signals.
Shisui's crimson Sharingan clearly reflected the door of the shelter that was about to be completely breached by the second impact.
The corners of his mouth curled into a puzzling arc, identical to that of Hiruzen Sarutobi.
"The main stage should be reserved for local actors."
……
The shelter’s steel door let out a twisted, mournful cry. The massive composite bone drill had already dented an exaggerated bulge in the center of the door panel, and spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly outwards from the point of impact.
Behind the door, the last members of Yagura's guard were covered in blood.
They braced themselves against the cold door with their bodies, the ground beneath their feet stained dark red with blood, each impact causing their already battered bodies to tremble violently.
"Hold on! For Yagura-sama!"
"These mad dogs..."
Their breathing was as heavy as a broken bellows, and what sustained them was no longer chakra, but something called willpower.
Yagura stood with his arms crossed, his petite frame ramrod straight, his youthful face calm and undisturbed.
Only the bluish knuckles of his hand gripping the coral staff betrayed the turmoil in his heart.
The captain of the guard beside him, a Kirigakure Jonin with a missing left arm, made a hoarse sound from his throat: "Lord Yagura... your subordinate is incompetent..."
Yagura didn't look at him; his mysterious eyes were fixed on the door that was about to break.
He knew perfectly well that it was only a matter of time before the door broke down.
He could even picture the scene of the Kaguya clan's berserkers rushing in and tearing everyone here to shreds.
shame.
He is Yagura Karatachi, a wise man who has assisted Elder Genji and stabilized the village for many years, not some child who needs to be protected.
Just as despair was about to engulf everyone like a tidal wave, a slightly languid yet exceptionally clear female voice rang out.
"Make way, everyone."
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Terumi Mei slowly untying the hair tie.