Pulling his thoughts back, Uchiha Soren gazed at the God-Kin Captain before him. The young man still had a youthful face; though his complexion was pale, an unyielding heroic spirit lingered between his brows. With a hint of interest, Soren spoke.
"After this battle, the Slane Theocracy has already lost seventy to eighty percent of its forces. You must understand what the result will be if you continue resisting to the bitter end."
"What comes next is simple. Either your nation submits and preserves a chance for survival… or everything tied to the Six Great Gods will turn to ashes."
"The choice is yours."
Uchiha Soren's figure slowly faded as he spoke. His calm eyes observed the struggling expression on the God-Kin Captain's face, then glanced toward the distant location of Thousand-League Astrologer. A faint smile appeared on his lips.
"I hope… you make the right choice."
"Choice…"
The God-Kin Captain stood silently upon the battlefield littered with corpses, his gaze falling upon the bodies of his comrades nearby.
Infinite Magic, who was always seen floating atop her magical orb, had fallen to the ground. Her provocative clothes were stained with dust, her flawless white skin now pale. On her delicate and beautiful face lingered the terror she had worn at the moment of death.
Sacred Chant, the one most beloved within the team and possessing a noble and saintly temperament, lay face-down in a pool of blood. Her soft hair had clotted together with the crimson liquid and stuck to the slender curve of her neck, creating a tragically beautiful sight.
Time Turbulence, One-Man Legion, Heaven and Earth, Humanity's Strongest…
"Humanity's strongest?"
The God-Kin Captain smiled bitterly.
"In front of those two monsters… such a title is nothing more than an ant beneath their feet."
"The fate of the Theocracy… sigh."
He let out a long breath.
At this point, there were no longer any thoughts left in his mind. Lowering his head, he glanced at the magical device strapped to his wrist. After confirming it was still functioning, he simply stood there in silence, waiting for the decision from the rear command.
Meanwhile, chaos had already engulfed the Slane Theocracy's rear lines.
Inside the military command center, Thousand-League Astrologer had curled into a trembling ball. The terrifying scene replayed again and again in her mind like a series of slides.
The Black-Gold Dragon King opening its mouth and inhaling—ten thousand soldiers dying instantly without the slightest chance to resist.
The monstrous dragon head, the colossal body, the overwhelming power. With a single beat of its wings, it summoned storms capable of destroying the world.
And finally—
The scene of Uchiha Soren cutting off the dragon's claw with a single strike, forcing it to flee in panic.
"The Black-Gold Dragon King killed a hundred thousand elite soldiers of the Theocracy in just one or two breaths…"
"If the leader of the shinobi world is even stronger than that dragon king… how long would it take him to destroy the entire Theocracy?"
The Grand Marshal sat collapsed to one side, muttering to himself.
His once resolute face had become completely worn down, the frost-white hair at his temples seemingly increasing overnight.
Before absolute power, all strategies and schemes appeared absurd and laughable.
The Grand Marshal understood clearly that there were only two things he could do now.
First, arrange for people to head to the battlefield and retrieve the remains of the fallen.
Second, report the situation exactly as it happened to the Divine Capital's Grand Temple, allowing the high priests to make the final decision.
…
The war between Iwagakure and the Slane Theocracy had come to an end.
After obtaining Downfall of Castle and Country and the Dragon Emperor's claw, Uchiha Soren relaxed and arrived at the former fortress city E-Rantel, which had now become Konoha's main base on the Magic Continent.
While handling affairs related to the Magic Continent inside a luxurious guest residence, he also enjoyed the devoted service of the women known as the Four Weapons.
The cow, the warhorse, the Persian cat… and the wild leopardess.
Under the watchful eyes of Uchiha Zhilli and Minamoto Kaori, who usually kept a strict eye on him, Uchiha Soren had not enjoyed such indulgence for a long time.
Now, finally free to relax, he let out a satisfied sigh.
"Sometimes… the saying that wildflowers smell sweeter than those at home does carry a bit of truth."
Leaning gently against Clementine's smooth jade-like thighs, he felt the warmth of her skin.
His fingers traced along the elegant lines of her legs unconsciously.
Clementine smiled faintly, her eyes flashing with suppressed frustration she dared not voice. The hint of wildness in her expression only made Soren feel more playful.
Beside his left hand sat Lilynette, the boldest and most seductive of the four women.
Her fingers brushed lightly across the back of his hand, bringing a gentle warmth. Her soft voice whispered beside his ear like a slowly rising melody, stirring Soren's heart.
His hands on Clementine grew rougher in response, causing her to bite her thin lips silently.
On his right side was Sukama, whose demeanor was completely different.
Her passionate kiss landed on the back of Soren's hand, igniting a fiery sensation, as though lighting a flame deep within his heart.
Meanwhile Edess leaned gently against him.
Like a Persian cat, she carried a constant air of laziness and elegance. Her fingers glided across his chest, sending a soft sensation through him, while her mysterious and alluring gaze lingered upon him.
Her low, sensual whisper in his ear sounded like a captivating nocturne.
Amid the massage of the four women, Uchiha Soren felt a rare moment of relaxation.
Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the fleeting peace.
"No wonder Liu Xuande once said, 'Keep the music playing, keep the dancing going.' And Liu Adou could utter the phrase 'too joyful to remember Shu.'"
"Even the incomparable Lü Bu used to say he could quit drinking—but never women."
After a long while, Uchiha Soren finally rose from the embrace of the beauties.
Looking down at them, the desire in his eyes vanished in an instant.
At the level of power he had reached, his mind was already firmly restrained and his will steady. Walking the path of cultivating both body and life essence, such desires were merely small diversions along the road of cultivation.
They could exist—or not.
Still, Soren personally preferred that they did exist.
Otherwise, life would be far too dull.
With that thought, the refreshed leader of the shinobi world returned to Oni-Nin Village, where Uchiha Zhilli, Minamoto Kaori, and the shrine maiden Momiji were already waiting.
Inside the spacious bedroom hall, his two wives—both six months pregnant—looked at their long-absent husband with scrutinizing eyes.
The sight made Soren's scalp tingle.
"Husband, please take a seat."
Though Uchiha Zhilli's words sounded polite, her tone was anything but. It felt as though she were interrogating a repeat offender.
Seeing the two women sitting like judges in a three-court trial, Soren instinctively wanted to retreat.
But his gaze flicked toward their swollen bellies.
In the end, he obediently sat down across from them, posture straight.
"Is everything settled?" Zhilli asked.
"Yes. It's settled."
Soren briefly explained what had happened.
The Dragon Emperor's massacre and the interference of the two Ōtsutsuki brothers both caused Zhilli and Kaori to frown.
"Troubled times indeed," Zhilli murmured. "What are your plans next?"
After years of marriage—and possessing keen observational skills—Zhilli originally intended to show Soren a bit of displeasure.
But faced with the looming crisis, her heart held more concern than anger.
"Whatever comes, I'll deal with it."
Soren made a small gesture with his hand.
"Very soon, the initiative in this war will fall into my hands."
"For now…"
"I just need a little more time."
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