I! Lucemon, Starting From The Invasion Of The Ninja World

"Big sister!"

Tropicmon took the lead in shouting, and the nearby Digimon gathered around and stood side by side, bending down at the same time, showing that they were well trained.

Rosemon glanced around and found that most of the postures were correct, except that Flowermon couldn't bend down and bow, so he didn't care and nodded.

"Sister, do you have anything to tell me?" Tropical Beast surprised everyone, he said paws as if he were licking a dog.

"It's okay for you. I'll look for them."

Looking in the direction Rosemon was looking, we saw the humans in the underground black market.

Tropicalmon took the initiative, stepped forward, and shouted: "You humans should listen attentively. Our eldest sister, Rosemon, has something to say."

"Is there anything wrong with this monster's brain?"

"Rose Beast, Tropical Beast, Cactus Beast...why do these monsters all have the word "beast" in them? Do they count as names?"

"This woman is very dangerous, so I'd better not get involved."

Hearing this, there were about a dozen ninjas in the black market whispering, and two of them felt bad and wanted to leave immediately.

呲拉~

Two piercing sounds were heard, and the two ninjas who had just jumped onto the eaves were pierced by thorn whips that appeared at lightning speed, and fell to the ground into corpses.

Rosemon showed a bright smile, raised Bai Xuexiu's neck slightly, and said proudly: "Whoever wants to leave, please do so."

Another instant kill, the woman's unfathomable strength is enough to scare everyone.

A few who were about to move their legs quickly pulled back.

An old man, Whitebeard, bent over, stepped forward with a flattering smile and said, "Lord Rosemon, I am the steward here. What do you want to tell me?"

I feel like crying in my heart, but I don’t have any tears. It’s really a disaster from heaven. Let’s just attack the land of the earth. How can we do this business by attacking the black market?

The underground black market belongs to the gray area where the ninja world exists tacitly. There are not only ruthless or desperate rebellious ninjas, but also undercover ninjas from various ninja villages.

Since its establishment, not many people have asked for trouble. In addition to powerful hired ninjas acting as guards, one of the reasons why the five major ninja villages need the black market as an intelligence channel.

Rosemon didn't know anything about the black market, so he saw a lot of ninjas gathered here and came to visit.

Rosemon crossed his arms and said in a solemn voice: "You humans are very different from those human civilians. What do you usually call yourself?"

"Uh..." Old Man Whitebeard broke out in a cold sweat, not knowing what he meant.

Tropical Beast interjected: "Ninja, big sister, I just heard what the human villagers said."

"Shut up, what's wrong with you?"

Rosemon glanced at his subordinates coldly, and then said: "You ninjas should have internal communication channels. Now it is up to you to tell the world that this country has been taken over by our Holy Empire Greening Force to carry out greening work."

Holy Empire?

The old man's heart sank. He had never heard of the name of this country.

Does this greening work mean tree planting?

Are you getting sick when you are idle?

"During the greening work, the Digimon members of our army have no malicious intentions and will only green the deserted areas. If anyone dares to attack, they will bear the consequences."

"I would like to ask, why do you want to do greening?"

"Of course that is His Majesty's will."

The old man found that the woman in front of him seemed to be emitting a strange light, as if she wanted to eat people.

"Well that's it."

Seeing Rosemon turn around and leave, the old man's face was full of questions, ah, just for this?

Considering that the big news needed to be dug up, he tried to get information and asked: "Then why did you kill the daimyo?"

"Daimyo, what is it?" Rosemon expressed that he didn't recognize it, and seemed to have thought of something, and then said: "If you want to ask other Digimon about the purpose of their action, it has nothing to do with our greening troops, go and ask..."

After thinking for a while, he remembered what he had mentioned before when he came to New World with Red Lotus Knightmon, and continued: "Well, let's ask Mount Tatsumaki... what are the names of those four Uranus? They are taking the lead this time."

From what I heard, the person who assassinated the daimyo and captured Lao Zi was Uranus, the fourth of Tatsumakiyama, who belonged to a different department from the Green Force.

Who are the four key Uranus?

Why do you sound like you don't even recognize me?

The old man's vision went dark. It was really difficult to communicate with these monsters who called themselves Digimon.

He turned around and was about to go back to the black market to spread the information he had just obtained, but saw Rosemon turning back again.

"Go and move the bricks, and clean up the rubble nearby. It's so messy that it's hard to start the greening work."

"Huh? We are ninjas."

The old man was dumbfounded. How could he let them do this?

He solemnly introduced, "This is an underground black market, a place responsible for exchanging information and handing over rewards. Those people are my customers."

"Then what?" Rose Beast's eyes flashed red, and he flicked the thorn whip in his hand, exploding out of thin air, and said loudly:

"You are stronger than those human civilians and are more efficient in cleaning and repairing. Why can't you do it?"

"With those rubbish, can His Majesty Lucemon see an intact house when he goes out tomorrow?"

"Whoever doesn't want to do it should stand up for me now!"

The next moment, a powerful breath rose into the sky, and the air trembled slightly.

There seemed to be an invisible pressure on everyone's heads, their hearts seemed to be held by someone, and breathing became difficult.

No ninja stood up, and everyone was frightened.

Seeing that no one objected, Rosemon sneered: "Humph, Tropicmon, you will be the supervisor. If anyone doesn't move the bricks properly, he will be skinned and sent to the scientific research institute to be used as consumables."