Chapter 495
Someone came to this planet before us?
Chapter 495 Someone came to this planet before us?
This was Grell's all-out attack.
It was also a frenzied attack launched by ants against the gods.
However, faced with this combined attack that could level a mountain, Ōtsutsuki Kumoshiki simply stood there, his eyes reflecting the figure fleeing at an astonishing speed in the distance.
Standing behind Yunshi, Chuanshi had a cold expression. He raised his hand and threw four punches in the direction from which the four beams of light were coming.
Bang!Bang bang!
Extreme speed and power compressed the air in front of the fist, forming four visible and incredibly solid air cannons that directly met the four beams of light that were shooting towards them.
Boom!!
The beam of light fired from the Grell Cannon exploded the moment it came into contact with the four air cannons, as if it had struck an invisible iron wall.
Four expanding air currents transformed into turbulent currents, instantly sweeping out in all directions, flattening and hurling away the already crumbling ruins below, stirring up clouds of dust and debris.
Yun Shi didn't look at Grell's desperate counterattack; the light from the surrounding explosions shone in his indifferent eyes.
He raised his hand, fingers slightly spread, and pulled it backward in the direction Grell had fled.
呲!
Grell, who had pushed his speed to its limit, suddenly felt an irresistible and terrifying force acting on him, trying to pull him back.
"What……"
Grell's crimson vertical pupils contracted instantly, dark red blood light burst from his body, his feet were firmly planted on the ground, and the immense power within his body erupted without reservation, attempting to resist this force.
But his body continued to slide backward uncontrollably, and he could even feel the indifferent gaze fixed on him from behind.
"No, no, no! Why, why can you catch me from such a distance?!"
The last shred of reason in Grell's eyes was swallowed by a ferocious rage, and he let out a terrified and maniacal roar: "Explode!!"
Without hesitation or regard for his own life, for that almost non-existent chance of survival, his body suddenly swelled up.
boom!!
The burly body instantly transformed into countless crimson chunks of flesh, bone fragments, and thick blood mist, which sprayed violently in all directions.
Over the past thousand years, he has devoured tens of thousands of lives on his own, and those of his people who received his blood have also devoured tens of thousands of lives.
After reclaiming all their power, they collectively created the Grell we know today.
Every piece of flesh and every drop of blood contains immense energy.
This was his last trump card to save his life.
If even a single piece of flesh, or a single drop of blood, flies to a place undetectable to the other side, hides deep in the mountains, burrows underground, or blends into a river...
With his terrifyingly powerful self-healing and regeneration abilities, he can regenerate energy and grow a completely new body in places far from danger.
Although this will severely deplete his energy and cause a sharp drop in his strength, requiring a long time to recover, at least...
You'll survive!
He has killed everyone who knew the location of the ruins. As long as he survives and finds a chance to absorb the corpse in the ruins, there is still hope!
They can make a comeback!
Countless pieces of flesh, carrying the same mad thought, burst forth and fled in all directions like locusts, at an even faster speed.
However, at the very instant that countless pieces of flesh and blood burst open...
hum!
A deep hum enveloped the area within dozens of miles centered on the royal city.
At this moment, time gently pressed the button to play in reverse.
The aftershocks of the explosion, the howling air, the screams and wails, the crackling of the flames, even the frantic pounding of a heart...
All the noise that makes up this world begin to recede, flow backward, and return to its proper place.
The rushing river and waterfall begin to flow upstream, and the butterfly, which has just emerged from its cocoon, transforms back into a pupa...
The flesh and blood mist that had exploded in all directions flew back along the trajectory of the explosion without any deviation.
Bone fragments are pieced together, muscle fibers are connected, blood vessels are reconnected, and skin is applied...
Everything is reversing and reorganizing against the natural order of life.
Time stopped in reverse.
Time finally stopped at this moment.
The dust particles remained motionless, frozen in the sunlight filtering through the clouds.
Faces filled with confusion, despair, or terror froze at that moment.
The smoke and dust kicked up by the explosion hung in the air, casting shadows downwards.
All sounds are silent.
In this still and lifeless world, Grell's consciousness remained clear.
He clearly saw his exploded body reverse and recombine in a way beyond his comprehension, eventually returning to the ferocious expression he had before the self-destruction.
Grell was completely immobile; he couldn't even move his eyes.
But he heard the only sound remaining in the deathly silence of the world.
Snap...
pat...
The sound of crisp, steady, and unhurried footsteps came from behind, one step at a time.
I walked towards him step by step, towards him who was frozen in time, with only his conscious mind remaining.
The footsteps grew closer and clearer, each one like a heavy hammer blow, slamming into the depths of his soul, crushing his madness into dust.
The ferocity in his eyes had long since vanished, leaving only a growing and intensifying fear.
what?
what is this?
What is this?!
How could anyone possibly manipulate time?!
Grell's consciousness screamed in terror within the deathly silent cage, yet no sound came out.
No! I was wrong, we were all wrong!
"This guy is not a 'powerful creature' at all!"
The power he understood was the vastness of strength, the immortality of life, and the immensity of breath.
However, the power his opponent displayed exceeded his understanding of "power".
It transcends all human cognition and rules, truly rendering it impossible to feel the slightest thought of resistance...
--god.
His struggles, his resistance, his calculations, his ambitions—all seem so laughable, so insignificant, so utterly meaningless in the face of such immense power.
Just then, the footsteps stopped behind him.
"If you want to escape, I might see where you can escape to."
Ōtsutsuki Unshiki showed no sarcasm or anger, but simply said indifferently, "But it's a pity that you chose to destroy this body."
"I've waited a thousand years, it would be such a waste to let you waste it like this."
Upon hearing this, Grell finally understood what he was in the other person's eyes.
He viewed his ordinary tribesmen, and even the slaves he considered livestock to be consumed at will, as nothing more than "tools" to be used by him.
He viewed his people, whom he had "given blood" to, as nothing more than "food" to be consumed when necessary.
He was seen the same way in the other person's eyes.
"Do not……"
Grell wanted to kneel down, to prostrate himself, to beg for forgiveness with the most humble words, to offer everything just to survive, just like when he first met the other person a thousand years ago.
But he couldn't do it.
He can't even move his eyelids.
His eyes were filled with boundless fear and pleading, hoping that the person standing behind him would take a look.
But Yun Shi will not give him that chance anymore.
A hand reached out from behind and pressed down on his head.
laugh!
This incredibly powerful body, which had accumulated the essence of a thousand years, began to twist, rotate, and collapse around that hand.
Bones, internal organs, nerves...
The whole process appeared slow and clear in the gentle flow of time. Grell experienced it all with a clear consciousness, his mouth open, his face contorted, like the painting titled "The Scream".
"When you choose to betray..." Otsutsuki Unshiki said calmly, "a life force that is not commensurate with your strength will become a misfortune."
The next moment, the stagnant wind began to flow, and the birds in the air flapped their wings and soared into the sky again, and noise and chaos once again enveloped the world.
In Ōtsutsuki Unshiki's hand, a fist-sized ball of flesh floated silently, its body dark red, pulsating like a heart.
"not bad."
Yun Shi glanced at the ball of flesh in his hand, sensing the soul within that had been completely stripped of its self-awareness, and pondered, "It's enough to forge a decent Zanpakuto."
He's already thought of a name.
Let's call him 'Four-Sickle Boy'. A smile flickered in Yun's eyes as she thought this.
Swish.
A soft whooshing sound rang out, and Chuan Shi's figure appeared behind Yun Shi. He subconsciously glanced at the still pulsating ball of flesh in Yun Shi's hand, and his pupils trembled.
But he quickly lowered his head, presented a scroll with both hands, and said, "Senior, everything they have collected over the years is here."
Yun Shi slightly closed his five fingers, the fleshy ball in his palm disappeared, and he raised his hand to take the sealing scroll handed to him by Chuan Shi, glancing at the contents inside.
Inside the scroll were mountains of high-purity Grell Stones, some ancient-looking but incomplete weapons, several stone tablets inscribed with obscure text, and many exotic flowers and plants...
Grell and his forces have indeed been "diligent" for the past thousand years, exploring, plundering, and trading everywhere, collecting a considerable number of "strange items" from various places.
It is evident that a civilization likely existed on this planet before Grell and his people appeared, but disappeared for unknown reasons, leaving only ruins and incomplete technology.
In the original Boruto series, Konoha's Archaeological Research Institute is used to explore these ruins.
Of course, it was also to find traces left by Kaguya in the past and to figure out why she used the Divine Tree to turn all life into White Zetsu.
However, they happened to discover the Otsutsuki clan's treasure, the "Plow," on the seabed and placed it at the Konoha Archaeological Research Institute as an ancient artifact.
"So we really didn't find the 'plow'?" Yun sighed inwardly.
That's right. In the original story, it was discovered on the seabed. Given Grell and his crew's technological level, it was clearly insufficient to explore the ocean.
But in that case, finding the "plow" would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
If you only look at its appearance, this thing is just an ordinary pink sea turtle, with nothing special about it.
"The ninja world is so vast. If we have to identify every single sea turtle, I don't know if we'll have enough time left..."
Yun Shi gathered his thoughts and looked at the sealed scroll.
To him, most of what Grell found was of little value; what mattered most to him was the map mixed in with the other odds and ends.
"Is this the ruins that Grell went to despite defying me?" A faint blue light flickered in Yun Shi's eyes as he memorized all the markings and annotations on the map.
He clenched his fingers together, and the sealing scroll disappeared. He calmly said, "Let's go."
Having said that, he disappeared from the spot, and Kawashiro immediately followed closely behind.
In the blink of an eye, the two appeared above the vast ocean. Yun Shi seemed to suddenly remember something, paused slightly, turned his head, and glanced at the kingdom established by Grell.
The lightning strike just now was mainly aimed at the royal city where Grell was located, and did not affect the other cities scattered throughout the country.
At this moment, most of the people in those places had just felt the tremors in the distance and the strange phenomena in the sky, and saw the blood-red light shooting into the sky in the direction of the royal city, but they did not know exactly what had happened.
They were still filled with doubt and uncertainty, gathering their troops and preparing to head to the capital to "serve the king"...
Thinking of the murals Orochimaru would discover in the ruins in the future, Yunshiki's eyes flashed, and he slowly raised his two hands at his sides, softly uttering two names of the Hadō.
"Hado Chapter 57: The Earth Turns".
"Hado No. 58: Khotan."
The next moment, in the eyes of the people of Grell, the disaster described in myths and legends descended upon them.
First, there is the earth.
The guards had just received the signal fire that the capital was under attack and they were urgently assembling. They were hurriedly forming ranks, and the city was in a state of tense activity.
Rumble! Crack! Crack!
The solid ground beneath their feet suddenly began to tremble violently, and the sturdy rock walls cracked open like sandcastles built by children, with huge fissures appearing in the ground that instantly tore the city apart!
The towering mine towers groaned and tilted, collapsing into a sudden fissure in the ground.
Immediately afterwards, a sudden sob drowned out the terrified screams of the people.
That was the sound of the wind.
The gale swept in from all directions, uprooting towering trees, blowing off roofs, and easily tearing apart moored ships, throwing them high into the air!
Where the sea and sky meet in the distance, a massive tsunami, seemingly blotting out the sun, surges toward the shore.
Earthquakes, hurricanes, tsunamis...
Three catastrophes of immense scale and devastation simultaneously erupted in three different regions.
On the ocean, Otsutsuki Kumoshiki slowly lowered his hand.
He didn't use his full strength.
If those people could decisively abandon their illusions and loyalty to Grell and choose to flee immediately, given the speed and scope of the disaster's spread, they would have had ample time to escape.
But if one chooses to stay, if one still tries to "serve the king," if one still harbors the loyalty to live and die with that "king"...
"Let's go," Yun Shi said again, her voice still calm.
As soon as he finished speaking, he and Chuan Shi's figures completely disappeared from the sky above this sea area.
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As far as the eye can see, there are rugged, grayish-white rocks that have been eroded by wind and frost.
The sky was a monotonous gray, the earth was cracked and crisscrossed with ravines, and there was not a trace of green. Only the howling wind made a wailing sound.
This is a place where even moss struggles to survive and grow.
Life has vanished, desolate and ancient, utterly lifeless.
However, in the very center of this desolate landscape, on a relatively flat piece of land, stands a creation that seems completely out of place with its surroundings.
A platform.
A circular platform that has clearly been carefully crafted and constructed.
The overall style is simple and refined, full of craftsmanship, which is completely different from the rugged architectural style currently found on this planet.
Hiss!
Above the platform, the tranquil space suddenly tore apart, and a rift appeared out of thin air, opening up from top to bottom. Two figures stepped out from the rift and landed on the smooth surface of the platform.
It is precisely the Otsutsuki Cloud Style and the Kawa Style.
"Where is this place?" Always mindful of his responsibility as a "guardian," Chuan Shi's gaze unconsciously swept over his surroundings.
However, with just one glance, his gaze suddenly froze, and he was stunned.
The naturally formed, towering rock wall in front of us has clearly been man-made; the side facing the platform has been polished to an exceptionally smooth and flat surface, like a giant mirror or a monument.
On the smooth rock face, there are engravings.
Some intricate and complex patterns, with straight lines intersecting at specific angles and maintaining precise spacing and proportions between them, present a unique aesthetic...
[Illustrated above]
This style is all too familiar to Sichuan cuisine.
"This is..." A look of astonishment flashed in his eyes, "...the mark of the Otsutsuki clan?"
He was absolutely not mistaken. This kind of marking was clearly a technology used by the Otsutsuki clan to establish communication nodes on distant planets and transmit information to their home planet!
According to clan rules, every Otsutsuki clan member who is officially dispatched to "plant the sacred tree" must find a suitable location to place such an inscription after arriving at the target planet.
It serves both as a means of establishing contact with the distant home planet and as a registration of identity and mission.
After arriving on this planet, he and Senior Yun also left their own unique mark somewhere.
but……
"Have other members of our race been to this planet before us?" Chuan Shi frowned. "Why is there no record of this in our clan's mission files?"
The dispatch record was blank; the planet was clearly marked as an undeveloped, unfamiliar planet when they took over.
This is not normal.
According to the strict system and almost obsessive record-keeping habits of the Otsutsuki clan, any official dispatch, regardless of whether the mission was successful, failed, or the executor disappeared or died...
Information will definitely be retained.
If contact is suddenly lost, the clan will send people to investigate based on the location of these markings.
This is the first time that such a situation has occurred where it is clear that members of the tribe have arrived and left their mark, yet there is no trace of it in the records.
unless……
"Has someone erased all information about this planet?"
The thought flashed through his mind, and Chuan Shi felt a chill run down his spine.
Are you kidding me?
All records of the Otsutsuki clan are completely digitized. Who could erase all information related to this planet without anyone noticing?
Kawa's gaze instinctively fell on the senior Yun beside him, but he only saw a calm face, seemingly without any surprise, just looking at the center of the mark.
Within those large, precisely patterned "circuit board"-like lines, there should have been an emblem representing the specific identity of a member of the Otsutsuki clan.
However, there are now only two obvious signs of vandalism, making it impossible to recognize what the original emblem should have looked like.
Ōtsutsuki Kumoshiki narrowed his eyes, stood in front of the rock wall, and reached out his hand, pressing it against the still intact patterns...
hum!
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(End of this chapter)