The ferocious Wood Dragon roared, smashing down with immense force. Its destructive power was enough to crush the entire roof and everything beneath it into dust.
The moment the Wood Dragon's shadow completely engulfed the Karsten Squad's formation, Naruto canceled the Summoning Technique.
"Bang!"
With a soft sound, the five soldiers' figures turned into a puff of white smoke and vanished.
Rumble—!
The violent Wood Release power slammed heavily onto the empty roof. Tiles and bricks were instantly destroyed, and the immense force pierced through, causing the entire building to groan under the strain, stirring up a sky-full of dust.
The attack missed.
"Hmm?" Senju Hashirama's puppet body paused slightly, seemingly puzzled.
Hiruzen Sarutobi was even more stunned. He couldn't understand why Naruto would voluntarily release the summon and abandon his only fighting force at such a critical moment of life and death.
"Heheheh…" Orochimaru's hoarse laughter echoed through the dust, full of undisguised mockery, "What's wrong, Naruto-kun? Are you reluctant to let your interesting toys be damaged here?"
Naruto ignored him; the provocations in his ears were merely irrelevant background noise.
Simple verbal retaliation was meaningless; now he needed to focus on something else.
He raised his left hand, bit it, and a bloody cut appeared, from which crimson blood beads seeped out.
But he didn't use this drop of blood to form any seals for the Summoning Technique.
He extended his right hand, palm open, letting the drop of blood fall from his fingertip and hover above his palm.
Then, Naruto began to chant.
It wasn't any known language of this world, nor was it any Ninjutsu incantation. It was an ancient, solemn sequence of syllables, full of sacred and iron-blooded meaning, each word carrying a metallic texture, reverberating within the barrier.
"Imperator lux, audi vocem servi tui." (Light of the Emperor, please hear your servant's call)
"Dominus generis humani, mitte iram tonitrui tui…" (Lord of Mankind, please send down your thunderous wrath…)
As he chanted solemnly, a strange phenomenon occurred.
The suspended drop of blood in his palm, instead of falling, began to emit a faint golden light. The light grew increasingly intense, as if the blood drop had ignited and begun to boil. Eventually, an incredibly complex double-headed eagle emblem, composed of pure golden light, slowly formed in his palm and began to rotate.
The space within the barrier began to exhibit an abnormal distortion.
It wasn't a physical vibration, but rather a higher-dimensional interference. The purple sky above, composed of Chakra, began to flicker violently, as if affected by some strong signal. A scorching smell permeated the air, filled with the crackling sound of tiny static electricity.
An indescribable aura seeped from the golden emblem in Naruto's palm.
That aura was far more violent than the Nine-Tailed's hatred, far more ancient than the Chakra of the two Hokage. It was a terrifying pressure, a mixture of holiness, majesty, and an endless will to kill.
Orochimaru's smile gradually disappeared.
In its place was an emotion he had never experienced before. It wasn't the excitement of facing a strong opponent, nor the displeasure of a disrupted plan, but an instinctive sense of oppression.
His serpentine instincts frantically warned him, urging him to flee immediately, to get as far away from this place as possible.
"This isn't Ninjutsu, nor is it some Bloodline Limit. What exactly is this kid trying to do?!" Orochimaru unconsciously took half a step back.
It wasn't just him.
The two bodies of Senju Tobirama and Senju Hashirama, formed by Edo Tensei, also showed clear instability under the impact of this aura. Dust began to fall from them, and their movements became stiff and sluggish, as if the dust and talismans that constituted their bodies could not withstand this pressure from another dimension.
"Naruto, what… what is this?" Hiruzen Sarutobi stared blankly at the source of the aura.
Naruto didn't reply. Chanting the final prayer, his ice-blue pupils reflected the rotating golden emblem in his palm, and his voice suddenly rose, carrying an irresistible authority and resolve.
"In the Political Commissar's name, armed summon—"
He slammed his hand, pressing the golden emblem, heavily onto the ground beneath his feet!
"The Emperor's Wrath, descend!"
Boom crack—!
An indescribable, blindingly bright golden lightning bolt tore through the purple sky of the Four Violet Flames Formation and descended from above!
The lightning was not naturally formed; it was condensed like a tangible spear, striking the empty ground in front of Naruto with absolute precision.
Hiruzen Sarutobi and Orochimaru instinctively closed their eyes; the dazzling light still pierced their eyelids, leaving their minds blank.
The light and thunder came quickly and left just as quickly.
When everyone managed to regain their vision and looked at the center where the lightning had struck, they were all stunned.
A colossal humanoid creature, completely beyond the scope of realistic understanding, was quietly standing there, kneeling on one knee.
He was too tall.
Nearly three meters tall, even kneeling on one knee, he was still a head taller than Hiruzen Sarutobi standing. He was covered from head to toe in thick, exaggerated cobalt-blue ceramic power armor, its surface covered in scratches and scorch marks from combat. On his broad shoulder pads was a pure white, mysterious Omega symbol. Behind him was a large, complex power backpack, emitting a low, powerful hum.
He knelt there, motionless, yet like an unshakeable steel mountain, the oppressive feeling he exuded made the air within the entire barrier thick and heavy.
Under everyone's horrified gaze, the blue giant slowly raised his head.
His face was covered by an equally thick helmet, and his crimson ocular lenses scanned the entire scene. His gaze was devoid of any emotion, as if he were scanning data. Finally, his gaze fell upon Naruto.
His voice, transmitted through vocal cord modification and the helmet's built-in speakers, was deep, hoarse, like grinding millstones, each word carrying a metallic quality.
"Ultramarines Second Company, Yulian, answering the Political Commissar's call."
Yulian.
The boy he had rescued from the alien claws in the ruins of war, the future that had cost half a company of soldiers.
Naruto looked at the tall, steady, powerful Space Marine before him. In the depths of his ice-blue pupils, that absolute rationality, for the first time, showed a crack based on familiarity.
"Long time no see, Yulian, you've grown."
Yulian slowly stood up.
"Clank—hum—"
The heavy power armor emitted a grating metallic grinding sound and mechanical whirring. The moment he stood upright, his massive figure almost obscured all light within the barrier.
In his hand, he held a weapon taller than an adult and of a ferocious design.
The gun was entirely black, with a heavy barrel; just looking at it, one could feel the terrifying destructive power it contained.
Yulian's crimson ocular lenses turned to the other side, locking onto the Wood Dragon summoned by Senju Hashirama, which was still stirring restlessly.
The Wood Dragon's twisted, ferocious figure was clearly reflected in his ocular lenses.
He asked Naruto for instructions in his emotionless, mechanical tone.
"Political Commissar, does this alien plant need to be purified?"
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