Orochimaru's Allah's 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, the eyes of this experienced and strong-willed warrior turned white, bleeding from his seven orifices.

This man is helpless.

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

But he didn't give up, but formed a seal 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 magic chakra to suppress it.

Orochimaru did this 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 the way for the latecomers and increase the chance of survival, then he would be 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 Technique!"

Orochimaru breathed out high-temperature flames, burning the samurai 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 inquiry, the two of them looked dumb, and even Uchiha Fugaku's eyes flickered.

That's a Jōnin, one of the best among ninjas, and there aren't many of them in the Uchiha clan, so just... died?Is it too easy?

Perhaps Uchiha's people undergoing surgery are only seriously injured at worst. Fu Yue has never had a real sense of the risks of surgery. Until now, after witnessing it with his own eyes, a layer of cold sweat appeared on his back involuntarily, and he immediately dismissed his own idea of ​​surgery.

If these people knew that in the first 30 seconds, the samurai had actually been sentenced to death, I'm afraid it would be even more shocking.

Orochimaru 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."

"Whether you want to do it or not, 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!"

The samurai Chongsuke let out a shout, pushed open the door and entered the laboratory.

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

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."

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

The concentration of this first-generation cell is lower, and the utility after fusion is slightly lower, in other words, the risk is 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 his chest, and there was no obvious tendency to turn into wood.

Orochimaru 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 fluid to stimulate the division of leucocytes, and was ready to suppress the excessive proliferation of primary cells at any time.

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 [-]%, and logistics and training will continue to increase. As for the recovery ability..."

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

The pain made Samurai Shousuke frown, 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 strength, 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 instructed,
"Not all parts of your body can have such resilience, focus on a small number of parts of the trunk and limbs, specific range, 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 be wasted. I will definitely take back the village from them."

"Okay, that's it for today."

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

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

"You can not."

Orochimaru shook his head, "As I said before, the probability of your surgery 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.

In addition to 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 rode 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 swung his fists 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.

Looking away, I saw that the playground was full of children's chaos.

The children of the residents who moved from the Land of Water are inferior to the aborigines 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 did not dare to use weapons, and even said to use heavy hands. In that case, someone would come forward to stop them soon, and they would be locked up and punished.

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

"Ring Ling..."

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

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

(End of this chapter)