Orochimaru's Allah's Lamp

The dense branches and leaves that shot up instantly buried the light of the chandelier, and the ceiling was no longer flat, with dust falling off.

On the hospital bed, this warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles and had a strong will, his eyes turned white and blood was bleeding from his orifices.

This man is hopeless.

The situation in front of him made Orochimaru make an instant judgment.

But he did not give up. Instead, he formed seals with his hands and immediately entered immortal mode.

A white tentacle protruded from the chest and penetrated directly into the samurai's abdomen. Using this as a passage, Orochimaru carefully felt what was happening inside the opponent's body. He spoke eloquently and at an extremely fast speed. The shadow clone wrote rapidly, without stopping.

Recorded.

The inhibitor has lost its effect, and unlike Kabuto Yakushi, ordinary people do not have the tolerance for natural energy and cannot use senjutsu chakra to suppress it.

Orochimaru did this, naturally, not to save the samurai, but to obtain sufficient experimental data.

He knew better than anyone that death was meaningless. If he could not use this to open up a path for those who came after him and increase the chance of survival, it would be a shame for the samurai's sacrifice.

Time passed minute by minute. As Mifune and the others waited excruciatingly, half an hour passed quickly, and the changes in the samurai's body were finally unable to be suppressed.

"Fire Release·Dragon Fire Technique!"

Orochimaru spits high-temperature flames from his mouth, burning the samurai including the trees to ashes.

Before Mifune and Samurai Okosuke could react, Orochimaru placed another experimental bed on top of the black ash.

"Who's coming next?"

Facing Orochimaru's inquiry, both of them looked blank, and even Uchiha Fugaku's eyes flickered.

That was a Jonin, one of the best among ninjas, and there weren't many in the Uchiha clan. He just... died? Isn't it too easy?

Perhaps the Uchiha people who underwent surgery would only be seriously injured at worst. Fugaku had never had a real sense of the risks of the surgery. Until now, after seeing it with his own eyes, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his spine involuntarily, and he immediately gave up the idea of ​​having the surgery.

If these people knew that in the first thirty seconds, the samurai was actually pronounced dead, they would probably be even more shocked.

Orochimaru glanced at the three of them, with a sinister smile on his face.

"I have said from the beginning that the risks of surgery are very high. Why do you show such an expression that I don't know until now?"

"Whether you want to do it or not, if you don't do it, it will end here."

Orochimaru's words shocked Mifune's heart.

End? How could it end? If it ended here, wouldn't his death be in vain?

"I'll do it!"

The samurai shouted at Jie Duan, pushed the door open and entered the laboratory.

Mifune came to his senses and did not say anything to stop him, but clenched his fists.

If Okisuke also dies during the operation, he will go. If it succeeds, forget it. If it doesn't, he will die.

"very good."

Orochimaru licked his lips, and when Samurai Chongsuke was clearing his body, he took out another fusion fluid from the scroll.

The concentration of this initial batch of cells is lower, and the effectiveness after fusion is slightly lower. In other words, the risk is also lower.

Soon, after Samurai Chusuke was lying on the experimental bed, Orochimaru was injected directly from the chest.

This time, the opponent's reaction was not as violent as before. There were only a few granulations rising from his chest, and there was no obvious tendency to become woody.

Orochimaru nodded slightly, "Very good, the proportion is right."

Bai Jue cells are not like the first-generation cells that can proliferate on their own, so after the first stage is stable, he begins to inject another catalytic fluid to start stimulating the division of Bai Jue cells and be ready to suppress the excessive reproduction of the first-generation cells.

But this time it was unexpectedly smooth. After changing the nutrient solution several times, Samurai Okisuke got through the operation safely.

Mifune and Uchiha Fugaku breathed a sigh of relief.

"Chakra has increased by more than 30%, and with additional support and training, it will continue to increase. As for recovery ability..."

Orochimaru smiled, took out a scalpel with his backhand, and drew a long blood mark on the samurai Okusuke's chest, "It's about this level."

The pain made Samurai Okosuke frown, but when he looked down, he was extremely shocked.

He could clearly see the internal organs through the wound, but even so, there was no large amount of blood gushing out, and instead it was gradually healing.

In the past, if you suffered such a serious injury, you would immediately lose most of your combat power, but now, apart from the pain, you are almost unaffected.

Orochimaru was not surprised. This was just normal for a wooden body. He ordered,

"Not all parts of your body can have such recovery power. It is concentrated on a small number of parts of the trunk and limbs. You can try it yourself for the specific range."

"Yes, I will."

Samurai Okosuke touched the scar on his chest. It was obviously his own body, but he felt a little strange at this moment.

He glanced under the hospital bed, where there was a pool of black ashes.

"Your sacrifice will never be wasted. I will definitely take back the village from their hands."

"Okay, that's it for today."

After Orochimaru waited for the samurai Okisuke to stabilize, he began to urge them to leave.

Mifune said solemnly, "Sir Orochimaru, I also need surgery."

"You? No."

Orochimaru shook his head, "As I said before, the probability of your operation being successful is extremely low."

"The death of the samurai leader in my hands is very troublesome."

Moreover, without Mifune, who would still have the charisma to let the remaining samurai risk their lives to enter the operating room?

Listening to what Orochimaru said, Mifune must give up.

In addition to the battlefield, there are other places that need his support, and he cannot give up his life so early.

…

The former iron country samurai village, inside the newly built ninja school.

On the playground, a child was pushed down onto the snow with a crunching sound. Before he could stand up, a boy sat on top of him and hit him hard in the face with his fist.

"It's all your fault, all your fault...if it weren't for you, my parents would not have died..."

The boy raised his fist and struck wildly, with tears rolling down his eyes, as if he was not the one who hit, but the one who was being beaten.

Looking further away, I saw that this playground was full of children fighting.

The children of the residents who moved from the Kingdom of Water were not as numerous as the original inhabitants, and the situation was at a disadvantage. Even if there were some who were slightly stronger, they could not compete with the combined efforts of three or five children.

Of course, the children of the Iron Kingdom do not dare to use weapons, or even use heavy blows, otherwise someone will soon step forward to stop them and they will be imprisoned and punished.

Relying on fists to vent their anger is the most intense way these children can do.

"Ringling..."

The whistle suddenly sounded during recess. The person who was beating and the one who was being beaten paused for a moment, then got up and ran towards the classroom.

Soon, there was only a black-haired boy lying in the snow.