Mr. A's desperate cry for help, of course, could never reach the ears of the "Holy Son."
After all, the one he pinned all his hopes on—the so-called Holy Son—was trapped in a nightmare beyond terror.
The pitch-black flames of Amaterasu tore through the sky like a divine strike from the stars, dragging blazing tailfire behind them.
Explosive shockwaves surged in every direction as tiles were ripped layer by layer from the rooftop.
In that instant, the feeling of death reached its peak.
Mr. A screamed in terror.
The overwhelming aura of death felt like a silent, endless abyss, pulling his consciousness downward. His body turned numb and cold.
He… didn't want to die!
Fear sank deep into his bones. Concepts like "Beyonder," like "dignity"—were all abandoned without hesitation.
"Angel… Dark Angel-sama, save me!!!"
All he could do was pray to that higher being, hoping—begging—for an answer.
But what came in return was only silence.
Mr. A's prayers vanished like stones thrown into the sea—without a single ripple.
Praying for an "angel" to descend?
What a joke.
If angels could be summoned that easily, wouldn't that mean they weren't all that powerful to begin with?
What is an "angel"?
They are beings second only to True Gods.
In a world where no True God had yet been born, "angels" were effectively the next best thing—Demi-Gods in their own right.
If such entities could be called down with mere pleas, wouldn't that diminish their divine status?
Wouldn't that reduce their power to something ordinary?
And so—no matter how desperately Mr. A screamed—Uchiha Sogetsu would never descend.
Whether Mr. A lived or died, it meant nothing to Him.
After all, Mr. A was just a pawn.
His sole purpose was to help spread the faith of the Aurora Order.
But unfortunately, after Sogetsu's departure, the Aurora Order didn't grow.
On the contrary, it was crushed by the Twilight Hermit Order and others, falling into ruin—its believers dwindling to a mere few dozen.
From that point on, in Sogetsu Uchiha's mind—
Mr. A had lost all value.
A mere Sequence 5?
At worst, I can just spend more time and cultivate another one.
That thought flashed through his mind in what seemed like a long moment—but it passed in an instant.
Uchiha Mikoto hurled her blazing white spear with overwhelming force, piercing through Mr. A's third weakness!
Cull.
The Beyonder power of the Red Priest Path—Sequence 5, the Reaper—was activated!
Struck at his third weak point, and with the damage from the previous two hits accumulating like pressure against a fulcrum, it finally erupted—violent as a volcano, roaring with fury!
BOOM!!!
Even after skewering Mr. A, the blazing white spear didn't lose its momentum.
Its terrifying energy pierced through the White Zetsu behind him as well, unleashing a devastating blast that whipped up a brutal storm of force.
If Orochimaru hadn't carefully enhanced the barrier, it might have been shattered in an instant by that single strike.
The Four Violet Flame Formation managed to stop the spear itself, but the Amaterasu flames entwined around it were like maggots burrowing into flesh.
They clashed fiercely with the barrier's own fire, creating rippling shockwaves that spread outward in layers.
Mr. A's chest was blown wide open, a massive hole pouring blood that wouldn't stop.
It felt as if his soul was being set on fire.
The agony invaded every part of him—his skin, bones, muscles, tendons, blood vessels, and organs—everything felt like it was burning.
He could even feel it clearly: his life, like a candle in the wind, was slowly flickering out.
No prayer would save him now.
Even now, Mr. A could feel it— the blessing once given to him by the "True Creator"... had vanished.
"Have I… been abandoned by my Lord?"
At that moment, Mr. A's pupils trembled.
A new wave of fear took hold—one even greater than his fear of death.
He had been forsaken by the great "Lord" he believed in.
"Ah… aaaaahhh!"
Mr. A screamed in terror.
But his body was already starting to collapse.
His soul was in unbearable pain, as if it were being torn into thousands of pieces.
"My Lord… my Lord…"
Even as his body melted away, even as he stood at the edge of death, Mr. A continued to call out in devotion to the only "Lord" he ever knew.
All that was left of him now were dissolving chunks of flesh and blood on the ground, still whispering the name of the "True Creator."
At last, the hearts of the Twilight Hermit Order members could settle.
"It's finally over."
Orochimaru wiped the sweat from his forehead, his entire body heavy with exhaustion.
Konan, Uchiha Mikoto, and Onoki of the Two Scales— along with himself— four Sequence 5s from four different Paths, had ganged up on Mr. A for nearly ten minutes…
Only then had they managed to bring down the madman from the Aurora Order.
If even the slightest mistake happened during this time, today's outcome might have been completely reversed.
"Now, it's your turn." Orochimaru's eyes gleamed with a fierce light. He hadn't forgotten that their true target was "White Zetsu."
Though their spiritual energy was nearly drained, everyone forced themselves to hold on, blocking White Zetsu's attempt to escape.
Having just recovered from the reanimation state, Sarutobi Hiruzen and the Second Tsuchikage wasted no words and used a combination of the Adamantine Staff and Dust Release to once again corner White Zetsu.
"Trash! Trash! Trash!"
White Zetsu's veins bulged as it cursed the melted flesh of Mr. A with the vilest words.
"To be taken down so easily... You're such trash!" It stared fiercely at the pool of blood and flesh, full of hatred. It had thought they were powerful, but to be killed this simply—especially after swearing to the "True Creator"—was unforgivable.
"Enough talk. Kill it now!"
Onoki' made the first move, twisting White Zetsu's mind directly.
"Imprison!"
Konan followed quickly. Although she couldn't set the "rules," she could still use her lower-level abilities.
In an instant, White Zetsu, who was trying to flee, suddenly felt the space around it freeze. It was as if invisible chains bound it, unable to move.
"Amaterasu!"
Uchiha Mikoto's eyes bled as her Mangekyo Sharingan locked onto White Zetsu.
At the center of her vision, dark flames ignited, burning with terrifying heat. White Zetsu screamed in agony.
"Wait! Wait! Don't kill me!"
White Zetsu screamed in terror. "I'm still useful! I can help you! I can find 'Adam'!"
At this, the faces of the Twilight Hermit Order group changed slightly.
"What?!"
Orochimaru's pupils shrank as he forcibly stopped his thrown sword blade. "You know where Lord 'Adam' is?"
"I do! I know!"
White Zetsu nodded frantically, afraid that even a half-second delay would mean his death.
"As long as you're willing to spare me, I'll tell you where 'Adam' is!"
"Don't be fooled by him!"
At that moment, Onoki suddenly spoke up.
"Don't forget, this guy already betrayed Lord 'Adam.'"
That's right. He had long since betrayed 'Adam.' How could anyone trust the words coming from his mouth?
Everyone suddenly realized this, except Orochimaru, whose brow furrowed slightly.
His snake-like eyes narrowed as if he was scrutinizing Onoki himself.
"If we miss this chance, there won't be a second one."
Meeting Orochimaru's skeptical gaze, Onoki remained calm.
"Lord 'Adam' will return sooner or later, but if we don't take him out now, all of us will die."
That reasoning finally convinced Orochimaru.
"You're right."
A deadly intent flared again in Orochimaru's eyes as he tightened his grip on the Kusanagi sword.
"No matter what you say, today you must die!"
"Wait, wait! I have a secret!"
Seeing the killing intent was resolute, White Zetsu immediately shouted in panic,
"I swear, it's a shocking secret! Just promise to spare me, and I'll tell you!"
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