I'm a Hokage in Tokyo

"Bah, yuck!"

Michelangelo's cheeks bulged, he kept chewing in his mouth, and then sprayed it down, causing violent diarrhea.

The white clay flowed down three thousand feet, twisting and turning like a living creature, and condensed into a huge ball with a diameter of twenty to thirty meters in the air. Mount Tai pressed on the top and fell straight down.

"Is this also a bomb?"

The Uchiha Immortal's face was shocked. He took a step and flashed dozens of meters away. At the same time, he flipped his right hand and several thick tree roots rose from the ground and stabbed into the air.

However, after the tree roots stabbed the giant clay ball, it sank into the sea without detonating it.

"No, this doesn't feel like an entity?!"

The giant clay ball finally landed on the ground and expanded rapidly like dough. It swayed like a tumbler, and its arms and legs also protruded.

At first glance, it looks like a strange giant fifty meters long!

Although the Uchiha Sect didn't understand why, they didn't underestimate the enemy. With a slap of their palms, more than a dozen ancient trees wrapped around the limbs and body of the clay giant like a giant python.

The clay giant was caught by the Tree Realm without hesitation, its neck was bulging and squirming, with pitted white flesh balls bulging one after another.

"Hehehehe, come and appreciate it! This is the highest work of art I have created with ten years of hard work, "Garuda of Love and Hate"!"

As the size expanded to the size of a car, the uneven clay blocks turned into heads with clear features.

The pale face and the texture of clay are like the heads made of lime plaster in the art classroom.

The nightmare-like horrific scene was reflected in the eyes of Uchiha Senmon.

There are more than half a hundred clay heads, layered on top of each other, each of which is a young woman with a different face, suffering, pleading, crying, numb, frightened...

All the expressions are lifelike, curious, terrifying, and creepy.

The clay giant Garuda, whose body is wrapped with green branches, stands in the primeval forest, like a huge demon tree covered with human head fruits.

This is hell!

The clay bomber made a half-circle in the sky, losing some altitude.

"Do you like Leonardo da Vinci? I like him very much, especially the Mona Lisa. The first time I saw her face and her mysterious smile, I was deeply fascinated."

Michelangelo closed his eyes, showing a morbid and obsessed expression, and chanted:

"A woman's face can be so beautiful. This is also an opportunity for me to start creating art. I want to be a greater artist than Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo! So I need a lot of women's heads!"

Although the two-faced demon was only active for half a year before disappearing, judging from the number of Garuda heads, the number of victims was more than ten times the official number.

"The rich expressions of women before they died gave me endless inspiration! I took away their heads and slowly tasted them. The final artistic crystallization was this Garuda!"

After Garuda appeared, Uchiha Senmen's body was stiff and stuck in place, his hands and feet were shaking, and his eyes were looking straight upward.

Among the dozens of clay heads, Uchiha Senmon recognized his deceased wife at first sight.

Mikoto!

She frowned and closed her eyes, biting her lip as if she was in great pain.

Different from other heads with desperate and painful expressions, Mikoto's face reveals perseverance and motherhood.

"How about it, Uchiha Senmon? You are the first person besides the hosts to appreciate my work. Applaud my talent!"

Michelangelo boasted proudly for a while, but found that the Uchiha Sect seemed to have lost its soul and showed no response, which made him a little disappointed.

Following the sight of the Uchiha Immortal, he lowered his head and glanced a few times. Michelangelo's abstract and exaggerated eyes were moving, filled with malice and ridicule.

"So that's it. I said before that I didn't remember how much bread I had eaten, but it was just a joke. Each of them has become a resource for my artistic creation and a source of inspiration. How could I forget it?"

Michelangelo smashed his mouth and said with a playful smile:

"Especially your wife Uchiha Mikoto, she is still fresh in my memory. She was the finishing touch of "Garuda of Love and Hate"!"

Michelangelo winked and reminded him with good intentions: "Do you want to hear her last words?"

Uchiha Senmon, who was as motionless as a dead man, only then raised his head and looked at the sky.

The Sharingan retreated into black, filled with deathly silence and darkness.

"My wife, what did you say before you died?" the expressionless Uchiha Senmon hissed.

"Ha, she didn't say anything!"

Michelangelo spread his hands, shrugged, and said with a nonchalant smile:

"Don't look at me like that, I didn't lie this time."

Michelangelo manipulated the right hand of the host William, inserted his index finger into the temple on the same side, and stirred vigorously. The man's expression was as if he was demented, his eyes rolled up, and drool dripped down to his chin.

"Well, it will make me feel more comfortable and remember more details."

The tongue in the palm of his hand licked the fingers covered with brains and blood, trembling with excitement. Michelangelo recalled something seriously with a serious look on his face, and said slowly:

"That day, as usual, I sneaked into a random house in search of inspiration. Of course, it was your house in Uchiha Senmon. Your wife's name is Mikoto, right?"

"The first time she saw me, she was just like everyone else. She was so frightened that she couldn't speak. She instinctively ran away. So I blew up one of her legs first so that she couldn't run away."

Michelangelo chewed his right hand and spit out a finger-sized clay spider, which exploded immediately with an inaudible "pop" sound.

The cold-looking Uchiha Senmon trembled, his fists clenched to the point of turning white, and his nails dug deeply into his palms.

"The human body is very fragile, and it breaks with a bang. This must be very painful. Normally, your wife should be like other women, crying and screaming, and wailing very miserably, but she actually bit her The teeth are silent? It’s really strange.”

The Uchiha Immortal closed his eyes, but he couldn't help but listen. The double-faced demon's heart-piercing words penetrated into his ears and pierced his brain like a knife.

"So I blew up one of her hands again, wow! Tsk tsk tsk, she still didn't scream. Although the bones are very hard, she is still a weak woman in the end. She bled to death after just two simple blows. Although I was very puzzled. , I can only take her head and leave."

Michelangelo clicked his tongue in amazement and looked at the Uchiha Sect with amusement.

It's a pity that Uchiha Senmen has his eyes closed now and his face is cold, so the idea of ​​letting him watch the show is in vain.

"Your wife is just an ordinary woman, but it also makes me worried. Later, Uchiha, you became a transcendent and entered the official field of vision. I asked William to pull out the files from that year and found something very interesting."

Michelangelo was not in a hurry, raised the corners of his mouth, smiled evilly, hiding evil intentions, and said word by word:

"The place where Mikoto was killed by me was only separated by a wall from the nursery, and your children were sleeping in it at the time."

"She was probably afraid that the scream would wake the child up and attract my attention, so she endured it until she died. What an amazing mother."

"Hehehe, it's a pity that we monsters have neither father nor mother, so we can't understand this kind of emotion."

"Actually, there is absolutely no need for this. Your child named Uchiha Naru is a boy. Well, I have no interest in boys at all..."

Michelangelo paused, satisfied.

"What I want to see is your expression, Uchiha Senmon."

The bright red blood slipped from his face, falling on the ground and blooming into mottled flowers. Although Uchiha Senmen closed his eyes, two lines of shocking blood and tears could not stop falling.

"I am not a qualified father, let alone a qualified husband."

After a while, the Uchiha celestial being opened his eyes, and three black magatama were swirling in the blood and tears of sorrow, which was breathtaking, poignant and sad, exuding extraordinary magic power.

"But I will atone for my sins here!"

"I'm not interested in men's heads, and I haven't killed a man yet. But these Sharingan eyes are simply works of art! Let you also add luster to my ultimate art!"

Michelangelo looked at the Sharingan that was becoming more and more magnificent and enchanting, and his face showed extreme madness.

"Snapped!"

The upper half of the body was exposed on the clay bomber, and with a sudden squeeze of both hands, the deformed and huge Garuda swelled to the limit like blowing air.

"'Gararo of Love and Hate' is the highest art created with Mikoto's love as the theme!"

The clay drone swooped upwards, and Michelangelo yelled like a madman:

"This is the love given to you by your longing-for wife! Don't hide, Uchiha Senmon!"

Snapped! ! !

Garuda, which was as big as a mountain, split into pieces with a loud bang and exploded.

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"Quick, quick! Fly out of the base quickly!"

There is an asphalt concrete runway in the Yokota base airport area, which is 3,300 meters long, and there are more than 60 single aircraft aprons on the right side.

Continuous fires and explosions came from the direction of the headquarters. Buildings collapsed one after another, making the entire base like ants on a hot pot. The soldiers who had been assembled urgently were moving in and out of the camp.

The American ambassador had already boarded a UH-1 helicopter, rushed from the apron into the air, and flew out of the base as fast as a spark.

The overly frightened American ambassador completely ignored the instructions given to him by the Uchiha Sect to evacuate the crowd and ran away on his own.

"Your Excellency Ambassador, what happened at Yokota Base? What kind of monster is that multi-headed white giant?"

The satellite phone call from overseas asked anxiously.

"The Uchiha Sect has rebelled! His eyes, the Sharingan! They are from Akatsuki! And so is Commander William. No, he is an impostor!"

There were suspicious stains on the American ambassador's crotch and he was in a state of embarrassment, but he couldn't care about it now. He grabbed the phone and shouted incoherently:

"Uchiha and the others have been planning for a long time. Maybe his family and friends have run away! Hurry up and capture them as hostages!"

"What are you talking about? Please calm down."

The female voice on the other end of the satellite phone was completely confused about the situation and could only try to comfort her.

"Damn it, how could I be so unlucky to encounter such a thing!"

The American ambassador held the phone tremblingly and glanced back subconsciously. He loved and hated Garrolou's terrifying and terrifying Cthulhu creation style, and his instinctive fear of giant objects. A gust of cold air instantly rushed from the tailbone to the sky. .

What made him even more frightened was that he had seen clay dolls blow up the headquarters into the sky before.

"If it were a bomb of this size, its power would be... hiss!"

It is not impossible to raze the entire Yokota base to the ground.

The American ambassador's originally pale face became even more pale.

At this moment, Garuda formed a ball at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was about to explode.

"Climb up! Climb as high as you can!"

The American ambassador rushed behind the helicopter pilot and roared with blinding eyes, wanting to grab the steering column and operate it himself.

The driver did not dare to neglect and climbed higher immediately.

"Snapped!"

In the horrified sight of the American ambassador, Garuda exploded in pieces like a burst balloon.

"Uh...huh?"

The American ambassador, who reflexively stretched out his palms to block his eyes and squinted his eyes, unexpectedly did not feel the strong light, air waves and shock waves of the explosion.

"Is it a misfire?"

After a few seconds, the American ambassador had the courage to look out of the cockpit.

The buildings and control tower at the Yokota base were all intact, and nothing really happened.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but accidentally glanced down.

The God of Death took a gentle breath, and the ground staff stationed at the airport and the soldiers who poured out of the camp were pressed on the pause button, and they were instantly weathered and turned into ashes like bricks of sand.

"No!"

The American ambassador collapsed on the ground and murmured in a tearful tone:

"Lord, punish these devils..."

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"That's great, Uchiha! You really don't avoid it. I can already feel your love for your wife! Ah, the inspiration is completely coming out!"

The clay bomber slowly descended on the Uchiha Immortal Gate. Michelangelo's hands were still clenched. It stared at the Uchiha Immortal Gate, with a proud look of victory in its eyes.

"My Jialuo Tower is a perfect work of art, and its power is beyond imagination!"

There are countless nanoscale clay bombs invisible to the naked eye hidden in Garuda's body. Through the turbulence generated during the explosion, these micro-bombs are scattered in the atmosphere for miles around.

As long as a living thing inhales even a tiny bit, the clay bomb will travel to its internal organs, turning the entire living being into powder from the inside of the body at the cellular level.

A technique of mass destruction more terrifying than poison gas and chemical weapons!

"Uchiha Senmon, completely annihilate you from the neck down, leaving only the head and the beautiful pair of Sharingan."

The Uchiha Immortal's eyes glowed red, wandering uncertainly, and finally locked onto the clay bomber in mid-air.

"Hehehe, these eyes are finally going to be mine."

Michelangelo impatiently stretched out his tongue full of mucus, licked his eyes, smiled evilly and shouted:

"My art will go further! Drink!" (End of Chapter)