Golden Rinnegan of varying sizes were scattered unevenly across the sprawling fleshy membrane.
Embedded within the dark brown, pulsating tissue, those luminous golden eyes looked both unnervingly sacred and profoundly grotesque.
Down below, the shinobi remained utterly frozen, completely ignorant of what this colossal abomination was capable of.
Some had mistakenly assumed it was just an oversized summon and foolishly held their ground.
Sunagakure's mechanical core was currently surrounded in a loose perimeter by the Allied Shinobi Forces.
A sizable vanguard happened to be stationed directly beneath the trajectory of the gliding meat mass.
As the shadow of the colossal slab rolled over their heads like an ominous storm cloud, the golden Rinnegan flared in unison.
Whoosh!
An overwhelming gravitational distortion tore across the desert floor, ripping the shinobi completely off their feet and dragging them skyward.
"What is happening?!"
"What is this damn thing trying to do?!"
"Break free! Get out of its range!"
"Fire at will! Cut it down!"
Panicked shouts erupted through the airborne ranks as the trapped ninja frantically wove hand signs to counter the unseen gravitational pull.
Several Wind Style users blasted pressurized gale funnels beneath their feet to propel themselves away.
Earth Style specialists rapidly layered heavy earthen encasements around their bodies to anchor themselves to the ground.
Others simply unleashed a desperate barrage of Fire and Lightning Style techniques straight into the underbelly of the flying behemoth.
A dazzling canopy of elemental ninjutsu exploded against the fleshy surface like a festival of fireworks.
Yet every single attack proved utterly useless.
The concentric ripples within the golden Rinnegan spun with dizzying velocity.
Urashiki's innate chakra absorption kicked in with terrifying efficiency.
Every jutsu that slammed into the membrane was cleanly swallowed by the oculars, instantly converting the incoming energy into metabolic fuel.
"More... more..."
"More... feed..."
A series of guttural, wet reverberations echoed from the center of the mass as it gorged on the incoming chakra.
Under normal circumstances, this organic construct should have possessed zero cognitive capacity.
Orochimaru was a calculating mastermind who left nothing to chance in his biological experiments.
The biomass was originally engineered as an automated crucible to absorb, synthesize, and harmonize every Bloodline Limit across the shinobi world.
Orochimaru would never have burdened his ultimate incubator with unnecessary variables like emotion, sentience, or independent thought.
In his blueprints, it was merely an organic synthesis vat designed to forge the ultimate immortal vessel for his own soul.
Beyond consuming and harmonizing genetic matter, it was supposed to be completely inert.
Producing vocalizations or exhibiting independent will was entirely impossible.
Yet Orochimaru had never accounted for the unpredictable catalyst of Otsutsuki flesh.
The divine celestial tissue had smashed straight through the biological thresholds of Orochimaru's design parameters.
After assimilating Urashiki's corpse, the biomass had developed a rudimentary, proto-sentience akin to the primal, instinctual hunger of a newborn predator.
If allowed to mature further, it had the genuine potential to evolve into a full-fledged cosmic entity.
The gravitational vortex suddenly intensified.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Not a single shinobi trapped within the target zone managed to escape the suction.
They flailed helplessly as they were dragged upward, vacuumed straight into the hungry mass like stray specks of dust.
Men, armor, and weapons were unceremoniously swallowed into the churning muscle fibers and weeping golden eyes.
Watching the horror unfold, Mufasa's brow furrowed into a tight scowl.
'Universal Pull paired with complete Ninjutsu Absorption...'
'Those really are the authentic ocular abilities of the Rinnegan.'
'What kind of abstract nightmare is this?'
'Even the chaotic form of the Ten-Tails at least kept a vague humanoid silhouette.'
'This hundred-mile flying meat pie is way too unhinged.'
The monstrous mass showed no signs of stopping, maintaining its steady glide toward the center of the battlefield where Sunagakure was fortified.
A sudden realization struck Mufasa.
He needed to wake the sand shinobi immediately and mobilize their colossal war fortress out of the splash zone.
This incoming anomaly was far too volatile and erratic to predict.
With dozens of functional Rinnegan staring down at the dunes, Mufasa wasn't about to let his people become collateral damage.
A sharp jolt of electromagnetic chakra surged from his boots, coursing straight through the command chassis of his mechanical titan.
The emergency wake-up sequence engaged instantly.
Deep within the fortress hull, the hum of life-support chambers winding down resonated through the metal corridors.
Hundreds of sand shinobi jolted awake from their cryo-stasis, rapidly shaking off their grogginess.
Mufasa's calm, authoritative voice broadcasted clearly across every internal radio channel.
"Priority alert: An unidentified high-threat biological entity has entered our airspace."
"Sunagakure is entering emergency relocation protocol."
"All pilots, shift the mobile base to full mobility and retreat to the designated safety perimeter."
"Do not engage the Allied Shinobi Forces unless they actively impede our retreat."
"If they attempt to attack, return fire with extreme prejudice."
People had often joked about packing up an entire village and running away from a fight, but Sunagakure was literally built to do just that.
The awakened sand ninja sprinted to their respective consoles, executing the redeployment protocols with practiced efficiency.
THUD!
The colossal iron titan shifted its immense weight, turning on its mechanical heels to sprint away from the advancing meat mass.
The ground-shaking tremor snapped the dazed Allied Shinobi Forces out of their stupor.
Too many apocalyptic anomalies had dropped onto the battlefield today, overwhelming everyone's ability to process the madness.
It was only when the massive desert fortress began its retreat that the allied ninja remembered a fundamental truth.
They needed to run for their lives too.
That airborne abomination was actively consuming living people whole.
Thousands of shinobi broke into a mad sprint in the exact opposite direction.
Dozens of retreating shinobi scrambled between the churning stride of the desert fortress, desperately trying to keep pace.
In that moment of shared terror, an unspoken truce took hold.
Nobody was foolish enough to launch an attack at the giant machine above them when a hungry god-flesh abomination was hovering overhead.
Deep within the fortress's primary laboratory, Orochimaru, Kabuto, Sasori, and the rest of the research division were intently analyzing the combat telemetry routed from the aerial fortress.
Urashiki's biological metrics and ocular readings left the entire team thoroughly engrossed.
Orochimaru licked his lips slowly, a sinister glint dancing in his pale eyes.
"Truly fascinating..."
"We must capture a live specimen for full vivisection."
Sasori leaned over the primary terminal, meticulously parsing the encrypted strings transmitted by the Gundam prior to its detonation.
What kind of language was this?
The data architecture was entirely foreign, unlike any cipher recorded in the five great nations.
"Orochimaru, can you make any sense of this data structure?" Sasori asked, gesturing toward the screen.
Orochimaru leaned in, narrowing his serpentine eyes at the cascading glyphs.
Even with his vast intellect, deciphering alien bio-code on the fly was an impossible task.
Unraveling the mystery would have to wait until Mufasa neutralized the external threat and returned to host a joint research council.
Orochimaru glanced up at the external surveillance feed displaying the massive flying island.
"It harmoniously accommodates hundreds of active Rinnegan..."
"What a magnificent, miraculous creature."
"Could it be a biological siege weapon engineered by the Otsutsuki clan?"
"I would give anything to claim a specimen like that for my collection."
Orochimaru had absolutely no idea that the glorious monstrosity on his screen was his own experimental incubator, wildly mutated out of control.
Suddenly, a slight grimace washed over his pale face.
"Tch..." Orochimaru groaned softly.
Kabuto adjusted his glasses, looking over with concern. "Lord Orochimaru, what is the matter?"
Orochimaru sighed, shaking his head in mock exhaustion. "I set out with the humble ambition to master every jutsu and uncover the fundamental laws of this world."
"Now these extraterrestrial Otsutsuki drop into our lap... Isn't my study workload going to multiply tenfold?"
Setting your sights on cosmic truth was certainly thrilling, but the resulting overtime was genuinely agonizing.
After hoovering up the frontline shinobi, the massive meat slab continued its relentless descent, locking its attention onto its primary objective: Momoshiki Otsutsuki.
Momoshiki felt the distinct, predatory intent radiating from the mass, his aristocratic pride instantly flaring into sheer outrage.
"You vile, grotesque mutation!"
"How dare a filthy heap of biomass lock its sights on me?!"
"I will eradicate you to avenge Urashiki!"
Momoshiki could clearly discern that this repulsive thing had digested his fallen comrade.
The fact that an abomination made of recycled entrails dared to challenge a pure-blooded celestial was an unforgivable affront.
Momoshiki shot an arrogant glare toward Kaguya. "Kaguya, once I obliterate this trash, I will return to claim your head!"
Kaguya's eyes flashed with annoyance, her hands raising to weave an attack.
Mufasa stepped up, raising a hand to stop her. "Save your energy. Let the clown test the waters first."
Kaguya immediately lowered her hands, nodding with serene grace.
"As you command, Father."
She stepped behind Mufasa with her head lowered, radiating the quiet, obedient demeanor of a well-mannered daughter.
Mufasa glanced back at her with a quiet smirk.
'Well, having the ancient Goddess of Chakra act like a dutiful assistant is certainly a trip.'
'This is definitely going to cause some waves.'
Down in the retreating dust below, Black Zetsu was practically drowning in his own tears.
How had his proud, majestic mother been reduced to playing maid to a mortal Kazekage?
If she was playing the servant, didn't that make him the servant's illegitimate spawn?
Was he supposed to start serving tea to Mufasa too?
The desert fortress marched steadily alongside the retreating shinobi alliance.
Several exhausted ninja who couldn't keep up simply hitched a ride, clinging desperately to the fortress's hydraulic leg struts.
Sunagakure's perimeter defense completely ignored them, maintaining a bizarrely harmonious retreat.
With the mechanical giant withdrawing, Hashirama and Madara saw no reason to stick around either.
Both legendary figures immediately moved to disengage.
Madara grumbled under his breath, deeply dissatisfied. "Hashirama, what are you running for? It's just an overgrown flying meatball!"
Hashirama dismantled his giant wooden construct with a weary chuckle.
"It's not just one monster, Madara—it's two incomprehensible entities clashing. We let them beat each other half to death, then we assess the aftermath."
Madara smirked coldly. "Hmph. Fine. We'll let them exhaust each other before we sweep in."
With that, Hashirama and Madara retreated alongside the main forces.
Only Mufasa, Kaguya, and Momoshiki remained in the airspace above the central desert.
Carrying the unyielding supremacy of his clan, Momoshiki didn't retreat an inch, rocketing straight toward the encroaching meat mass.
His Byakugan pulsed with veins, attempting to pierce the thick flesh to map out the creature's tenketsu, chakra pathway network, and vital cores.
Yet all that met his gaze was an endless, blinding sea of golden Rinnegan shining like miniature suns.
"Tch! Annoying eyesore!"
Unable to pinpoint a critical organ, Momoshiki chose to overwhelm it with raw destruction.
"Heretical Path!"
Channeling his Rinnegan, he manifested a dense storm of black chakra receivers capable of severing a target's chakra flow upon contact—a weapon especially lethal against Tailed Beasts.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
In an instant, hundreds of pitch-black spears rained down on the mass, aiming to pin it like a skewered roast.
The biomass reacted instantly to the hostile intent.
Hundreds of golden Rinnegan shifted their gaze upward in unison.
"Rinnegan: Repulsive Coercion!"
This was an enhanced kinetic shockwave utilized by Urashiki after his golden evolution, capable of severing entire forests with concentrated atmospheric pressure.
Amplified across hundreds of synchronized golden Rinnegan, the resulting shockwave carried enough force to shatter landscapes.
The moment the black receivers touched the kinetic barrier, they pulverized into microscopic dust.
A terrifying atmospheric shockwave ripped across the sky, shredding the clouds and tearing massive trenches into the desert floor below.
Mufasa whistled softly, genuinely impressed. "Damn. That thing hits like a freight train."
The sheer kinetic output of the biomass was far beyond his initial calculations.
He rubbed his chin in quiet amusement.
'Looks like I'll have to bust out the forbidden containment matrix after all.'
Witnessing his ultimate receivers vaporize like dry leaves, Momoshiki's heart skipped a beat.
His pride as a celestial god instantly crumbled into sheer, unadulterated panic.
The power gap was horrifyingly obvious.
Throwing himself into the grinder was pure suicide.
Momoshiki wrenched his body around, engaging his chakra flight to flee the airspace at maximum velocity.
Yet the starving biomass had zero intention of letting such a prime meal slip away.
Hundreds of golden eyes locked onto the retreating celestial.
"Universal Pull!"
Centering its mass as an inescapable gravitational anchor, the creature unleashed the Rinnegan's absolute attractive force.
Driven by primal, ravenous hunger, it dialed the gravitational output straight to its absolute maximum.
Brute force defied all logic.
Mufasa and Kaguya watched as Momoshiki was violently halted mid-flight, screaming in terror as he was dragged backward like a helpless speck of dust.
He didn't even have the leverage to struggle.
Within a fraction of a second, his entire body slammed face-first into the undulating flesh membrane.
At first, violent bursts of elemental ninjutsu erupted across the surface as Momoshiki fought frantically from within, causing localized lumps of tissue to rupture and detonate.
His muffled, agonized shrieks echoed through the air.
Yet as the seconds ticked by, the muffled explosions grew weaker and weaker.
Until absolute silence claimed the sky.
Having completely digested Momoshiki, the colossal mass hovered quietly in the atmosphere, its hundreds of golden Rinnegan slowly sealing shut.
It was entering a dormant metabolic cycle, fully synthesizing Momoshiki's celestial DNA to initiate its next stage of evolutionary ascension.
It was, after all, a creature driven by pure, brainless instinct.
Choosing to undergo a vulnerable evolutionary sleep directly over an active war zone was the height of biological foolishness.
Did it honestly believe everyone on the battlefield would stand by politely and wait for its transformation sequence to finish?
An old, seasoned tactician like Mufasa had zero regard for chivalry.
The moment those golden eyes shut, Mufasa knew his window had arrived.
"Kaguya, pull back immediately. Get as far away from this sector as you can."
"I am deploying the heavy ordinance."
"Once this activates, it won't distinguish between friend or foe."
Kaguya didn't hesitate for a second, rocketing away into the distant clouds.
Blinding arcs of black and gold lightning erupted across Mufasa's body.
With a sweeping gesture of both arms, he slammed his palms down toward the open air.
A colossal, glowing transmutation circle ripped across thousands of square meters of the desert floor.
A massive geometric ring encased the terrain, filled with intricate alchemical arrays, ancient seals, and interlocking matrixes.
The Forbidden Transmutation Matrix.
The forge designed to transmute gods into the Philosopher's Stone had officially opened.