Orochimaru’s Magic Lamp

  Chapter 237 Giving meaning to death

  The dense branches and leaves that jumped out instantly buried the light of the chandelier, and the ceiling was no longer smooth, and dust fell off.

   And on the hospital bed, this experienced and strong-willed warrior turned his eyes white, bleeding from his seven orifices.

   This man is hopeless.

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

  But he didn't give up, but formed seals with both hands, and immediately entered the immortal mode,

A white tentacle protruded from the chest, and it went straight into the warrior's abdomen. Using this as a channel, Orochimaru carefully felt what was happening in the opponent's body. recorded.

  The inhibitor has lost its effect, and unlike Pharmacist Dou, ordinary people do not have the tolerance of natural energy, and cannot use the celestial chakra to suppress it.

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

  He knows better than anyone that death is meaningless. If he can't use this to open the way for the latecomers and increase the chance of survival, then he is too sorry for the sacrifice of this warrior.

   Time passed by every minute and every second, and under the tormented waiting of Mifune and others, half an hour passed quickly, and the mutation in the samurai finally couldn't be suppressed.

   "Fire Escape·Dragon Fire Art!"

   Orochimaru breathed out high-temperature flames, burning the warriors including the trees to ashes.

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

   "Who's next?"

   Facing Orochimaru's question, the two of them looked dumb, and even Uchiha Fugaku's eyes kept flickering.

  That was a Jōnin, one of the best among ninjas, and there were not many in the Uchiha clan, just like that... died? Is it too easy?

  Perhaps Uchiha’s people who underwent surgery were seriously injured at worst. Fuyue has never felt the risk of surgery until now, after witnessing it with his own eyes, a layer of cold sweat appeared on his back involuntarily, and immediately dismissed his own idea of ​​surgery.

  If these people knew that in the first thirty seconds, the samurai had actually been sentenced to death, they would be even more shocked.

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

   "I have said from the beginning that the risk of surgery is very high. How can I show an expression that I didn't know until now."

   "Do you still want to do it? If you don't do it, let's end here."

   Orochimaru's words shocked Mifune's heart.

Finish? How could it end? If it ends here, wouldn't he die in vain.

"I come!"

  Samurai Shousuke let out a loud shout, opened the door and entered the laboratory.

   Mifune came back to his senses, and instead of saying anything to stop him, he clenched his fists.

  If Chongsuke also died in the operation, he would go too. It's fine if you succeed, and if you don't, you're dead.

"very good."

  Oshemaru licked his lips, and when the samurai Shousuke cleared his body, he took out another fusion liquid from the scroll.

  The concentration of this primary cell is lower, and the effect after fusion is slightly lower, in other words, the risk is also lower.

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

   This time, the other party's reaction was not as violent as before, only a few granulation sprouts rose from the chest, and there was no obvious tendency to turn woody.

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

  Leukocytes are not self-proliferating like primary cells, so after the first stage stabilized, he began to inject another catalytic solution to stimulate the division of leukocytes and was ready to suppress the excessive proliferation of primary cells.

   But this time it went unexpectedly smoothly. After changing the nutrient solution several times, Samurai Chongsuke survived the operation safely.

   Mifune, and Uchiha Fugaku breathed a sigh of relief.

   "Chakra has increased by more than 30%, and logistics and training will continue to grow. As for the recovery ability..."

  Oshemaru smiled, took out a scalpel with his backhand, and drew a long bloodstain on the chest of the samurai Shousuke, "It's probably at this level."

  Samurai Shousuke frowned at the pain, but he looked down, shocked.

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

  In the past, with such a serious injury, he would immediately lose most of his combat power, but now, apart from the pain, it is almost unaffected.

   Orochimaru is not surprised, this is only a normal range for a lignified body, he asked,

   "Not all parts of your body can have such resilience. Focus on a small number of parts of the trunk and limbs. Try it yourself."

   "Yes, I will."

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

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

   "Your sacrifice will never go to waste, I will definitely take back the village from them."

   "Okay, let's call it a day."

  Oshemaru and other samurai Shusuke began to urge them to leave after their condition stabilized.

   Mifune said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency Orochimaru, I also need surgery."

"You can not."

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

   "The leader of the samurai died at my hands. This matter is very troublesome."

   Moreover, without Mifune, who still has the appeal to make the remaining samurai risk their lives to enter the operating room?

   Hearing what Orochimaru said, Mifune had to give up.

  Besides the battlefield, there are other places that need his support, and he cannot surrender his life so early.

  …

  In the former Iron Country Samurai Village, in the newly built ninja school.

  On the playground, a child was pushed down on the snow and creaked. Before he could stand up, a boy was riding on him and punched him in the face.

   "It's all your fault, it's all your fault... If it weren't for you, my parents wouldn't have died..."

  The boy raised his fist and beat the hammer violently, tears rolled down his eyes, as if he was not the one who beat the person, but the one who was beaten.

   Pulling his eyes away, he saw children fighting everywhere in this playground.

  The children of the residents who moved from the country of water are inferior to the aboriginals in number, and the situation is at a disadvantage. Even if there are occasional stronger ones, they are no match for the combined efforts of three or five children.

  Of course, the children of the Iron Country don’t dare to use weapons, and they even say heavy hands. In that case, someone will come forward to stop them soon, and they will be locked up and punished.

   Leaning on their fists and venting their anger is already the most violent way these children can do.

   "Ring ring..."

  Suddenly the whistle sounded between classes, those who beat someone, those who were beaten... paused, then got up and ran to the classroom.

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

  (end of this chapter)