What is the principle behind Mutual Multiplying Explosive Tags?
It involves summoning new explosive tags through the original one, creating an exponential chain reaction that results in high-powered, sustained explosions.
The C4 Special Type: Pursuer was entirely inspired by this concept. Each Pursuer is riddled with hundreds of small holes, each containing a summoning seal capable of summoning new clay Pursuers.
One becomes a hundred, a hundred becomes ten thousand, ten thousand becomes a million. Within just a few cycles, the enemy is completely submerged in an endless barrage of clay explosions.
The only requirement is that Deidara must continuously create new Pursuers to sustain the summoning process.
In mid-air, the falling clay worms were instantly summoned beside the Evil God. After completing a new summoning cycle, they themselves detonated into a burst of fire.
The dim glow on the Evil God's pitch-black skin flickered ominously. As he glanced at the ever-increasing number of clay worms surrounding him, a sense of foreboding crept into his heart.
"Nothing comes without a price!"
The Evil God's repeated resurrections undoubtedly consumed some form of energy. Otherwise, it would violate the laws of conservation of energy.
No sealing techniques, no mental attacks—Deidara chose the simplest and most brutal method: to exhaust him to death.
"You won't succeed!"
"Foolish mortal, you can't possibly comprehend the extent of my power!"
After dying several times in succession, the Evil God finally realized Deidara's intent.
Five deaths… he remained calm. Twenty deaths… still unshaken. Fifty deaths… he began to lose his composure. One hundred deaths… the Evil God looked up at the sky, where the endless clay worms continued to rain down. For the first time, panic flickered in his eyes. One hundred and fifty deaths… the ground beneath him had been blasted into a crater dozens of meters deep. Two hundred deaths… "No! You can't do this to me! Let me out!"
The Evil God abandoned even his crimson scythe, desperately trying to flee the blast zone. But after taking just three steps, he was blown to pieces again.
At the 205th death, Deidara adjusted the explosion's center slightly, rendering the Evil God's desperate attempts to escape futile. Every few steps he managed to take were reset by the explosions.
By the 250th death, the Evil God's voice was filled with defeat: "I surrender! I surrender!"
His power had weakened significantly, to the point where he couldn't survive even a second within the explosions.
At the 300th death, he roared in rage, "You bastard! How dare a mere mortal treat me like this!"
By the 312th death, the Evil God's resurrection had slowed to a crawl.
At the 338th death, after a final, despairing scream, the black-and-white figure never reappeared. The Evil God had fallen.
Gulp!
From a distance, Kakuzu and Hidan, who had been spectating, swallowed hard.
They looked at the transformed landscape below. Once a lush paradise of greenery and flowers, the Land of Hot Water had been reduced to scorched earth after being baptized by Deidara's "Sun."
And now, after over an hour of relentless Pursuer bombardment, the ground bore an unimaginably massive crater.
This crater resembled a yawning abyss, devouring everything, or perhaps a horrific scar on the surface of the world.
Its scale far surpassed that of the Valley of the End. It was as if a giant meteor had struck the planet, obliterating an entire nation.
Indeed, the Land of Hot Water was no more.
In the future, this site might become a massive freshwater lake, a natural wonder. Or it could be flooded by seawater, forming an inland sea—another marvel.
But for now, the Land of Hot Water had become history.
Of course, achieving such a monumental feat, even successfully slaying a god, had taken its toll on Deidara.
Exhausted, he lay sprawled atop a Clay Bird, though his face couldn't hide his exhilaration.
As expected, art is an explosion!
...
Meanwhile, on the battlefield of the Land of Whirlpools:
Clad in white robes and biting a small knife, the Death God exuded a chilling aura as he floated above the battlefield.
Having mastered a portion of the power of Yomi (the underworld), he usually existed in a spiritual state. This didn't mean he was dead; he simply preferred to disguise himself in this form.
Now, to swiftly eliminate the stubborn enemies before him, he had materialized his physical body, enabling him to harvest souls more efficiently.
"Kamui!"
A vortex of spiraling space appeared. Kakashi's target was the Death God's left hand, which was clutching a ninja's soul. Kakashi aimed to save the ninja.
As expected, Kamui lived up to its reputation as a bug-level ability. Even the Death God dared not take it head-on, as it involved spatial tearing.
The Death God transformed his left hand into a spectral, spirit-like form, effortlessly evading Kamui's pull.
"The power of the Six Paths is indeed intriguing. In that case, I'll deal with you first," the Death God rasped.
With a wave of his hands, he floated swiftly toward Kakashi.
"Come, surrender your soul to me!"
Removing the knife from his mouth, he swung it toward Kakashi, the long white sleeves of his robe billowing dramatically in the air.
"Earth Release: Earth-Style Wall!"
A dog-shaped earthen wall rose, but the Death God's spectral form passed right through it. His knife was now mere inches from Kakashi.
"Amaterasu!"
From another part of the battlefield, Itachi and Kisame arrived just in time. Black flames engulfed the Death God, forcing him to take things more seriously.
Unlike Obito's Kamui intangibility, the Death God's spectral form was slightly weaker. Even in this state, he couldn't completely avoid certain attacks.
But so what?
He was a god!
The Death God extended his tongue and licked the Amaterasu flames burning his right arm. To everyone's shock, he devoured the flames as if licking ice cream.
Raising his head, he turned his gaze to Itachi and Kisame, who had just joined the battle.
"Another pair of Mangekyō Sharingan. How fascinating."
"Since all the prey is here, it's time for me to get serious."
A chilling, overwhelming aura erupted from the Death God, making everyone realize that he had merely been toying with them before. This was his true power.
"Hand over your souls!"
He thrust his knife toward Itachi.
The red Perfect Susano'o manifested in an instant, but the Death God's blade pierced through it like tofu, stabbing into Itachi's body and effortlessly extracting his soul.
"Itachi-san!" Kisame and the others froze for a moment, stunned that the usually composed Itachi had been defeated in a single move.
But Itachi remained calm.
"Once he touches your body, he can extract your soul. Be extremely careful!"
"Kamui!"
The spiraling vortex of space targeted the Death God's arm once again, but he casually waved it aside, ignoring Kamui's spatial rift. With another swing of his blade, he claimed another soul.
"How is this possible!"
Kakashi's face showed a hint of panic. If even Kamui was ineffective, were they truly doomed?
In the distance, Hashirama Senju paused his battle with Madara Uchiha.
"Madara, the ninja world is facing an unprecedented crisis. We must join forces once again to save it."
In Hashirama's view, if he and Madara combined their strength, along with the support of so many others, they might just have a chance to defeat the Death God.
But Madara simply crossed his arms and smiled faintly, posing an entirely unrelated question:
"Hashirama, do you know where the Rinnegan comes from?"
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