Shoube panted heavily as he looked at Misa, who was gasping for air on the ground. He retracted his burning flames.
'She didn't kill me before, so I naturally can't kill her.'
This wasn't respect for women, but Moribe Takeo's insignificant feelings.
He yearned for this kind of knight duel, but he didn't expect that he would pay the price of his entire right arm.
[It can still be restored, Fox Immortal.]
Takeo was still a little concerned about his lost arm. After all, no man wanted to live a life with only one arm. There were many inconveniences.
[If the arm is preserved well, it can be connected with your modern medical technology. If you nourish it with spiritual power … it's dangerous!]
The fox demon's words suddenly changed.
An armor-piercing rocket from a disposable rocket launcher shot over. The gunner was hiding on a roof, and it was difficult to see if he didn't look up.
It was said that the rocket was slow, but slow was only relative to bullets. When Takeo looked in the direction of the fox demon's reminder, the rocket was already close.
He didn't even have time to make hand seals.
Takeo jumped up with both feet. As soon as he left the ground, the rocket exploded on the ground with a bang. The huge impact made Takeo somersault several times in the air before he staggered to the ground.
"My right hand …"
Although he escaped the crisis of life and death, his right arm lying on the ground was not so lucky. The aftershock of the rocket shook his arm into pieces. No matter how skilled a doctor and modern medical technology was, it was impossible to restore it.
In Naruto's world, traditional Chinese medicine ninjutsu was very effective in treating injuries and difficult miscellaneous diseases. But in the later stages, when all kinds of gods were everywhere, there was no way to regenerate broken limbs. For them, resurrecting a dead person was much easier than regrowing a broken limb.
The flesh and blood of his right arm flew in front of Takeo. His twisted face became even more ferocious. The violent Chakra was almost overdrawn with vitality!
The strength of Mizuno's Descend Technique was determined according to the physique of the person being descended. Under the attack of anger, Takeo increased the amount of Chakra regardless of the damage to his body.
"Flame Bomb!!"
The whistling Flame Bomb and Fireball flew towards the roof.
Without even a scream, the soldier who had just fired the rocket launcher was engulfed in flames.
The death of their comrade stirred up the others to unite against a common enemy. Moribe Takeo, who only had one arm left, looked really pitiful. His combat ability was probably greatly reduced. The people lying in ambush around him fired their bullets.
Even Mizuno didn't dare to block bullets without using defensive ninjutsu, not to mention Takeo. He jumped away at the first moment, but his calf and stomach were shot several times, and blood flowed from his calf and stomach.
"Humph."
Takeo groaned. The wound on his leg made him even more ferocious.
Looking up in the air, Takeo's belly suddenly swelled, and it was even bigger than when he cast the Grand Fireball.
"Phoenix Immortal Flame Art!!"
Whoosh!
Whoosh!!!
Dozens of small fireballs with the appearance of impatiens were budding and ready to bloom. Their killing power was unparalleled!
The speed of the Phoenix Immortal Flame was several times faster than the Grand Fireball. When the soldiers turned their guns, the Phoenix Immortal Flame had already arrived.
The beautiful Phoenix Immortal Flame brought an even more beautiful death.
"Ah!"
"Hot!!"
The people who were burned by the flame screamed. They tried to roll on the ground to extinguish the flame, but although the flame formed by the Chakra was not as terrifying as the White Phosphorus Bomb, it was not something that could be extinguished by rolling on the ground.
Screams of despair came from the communicator. Seimei Shujima and the other officers of the Combat Department all had their faces turn purple.
"Group 522222 … all dead!"
"Sanken and the others are also all …"
The image from the hovering helicopter was shocking. The honest Moribe Takeo had completely transformed into a God of Death. Every movement of his was burning with flames. Fire Dragon, Fireball, Phoenix Immortal Flame!
The one-armed him had turned into an Asura that walked out of a boundless hell of fire!
The suit on the upper half of his body had completely disappeared. Only half of his tie was still fluttering in the air. The formal suit on the lower half of his body was also in tatters. He had overdrawn too much of his life force, causing his hair to fall limply to the ground. Sweat formed by flames flowed along the lines of his muscles. With every step he took, steam rose from the ground. The sand seemed to have been melted into glass!
A humanoid cannon — every fire spell was a cannonball!
A humanoid beast — no one could stop his footsteps!
Berserk, the berserk of humans and beasts!
"Where is he going?"
Miyoshi Shujima didn't care about the casualties anymore. The more people that died, the more it was just a series of statistics. At worst, she would resign!
"Home … home."
"Go home?"
"First, first extinguish the flame and see what he does."
They had no choice but to extinguish the flame. In the street battle, the combat classes of Class 5 had already lost their courage. It would only take a second for their morale to collapse.
Even a modern army would find it difficult to withstand more than half of its members dying. Although Class 5 also had retired soldiers from both sides, the atmosphere was different from that of the army. Besides, a street battle with humans would be more or less effective, but a supernatural existence like Moribe Takeo … God above!
How should they deal with it?
Thick smoke and fire rose to the sky!
Under the recording of the helicopter, Takeo slowly walked home with light steps.
One of the walls in his house had collapsed. Fortunately, his battle with Misa didn't take place around his house, so it didn't turn his house into ruins.
He looked at the dilapidated house, the house that he was working hard to pay off his mortgage, the house that used to be happy …
There was a table and chair set that he bought with a month's salary. The television was bought by him and his wife together. There was also a refrigerator. The colorful house was now only black, white, and gray.
Burning tears flowed out of Takeo's eyes.
He had used up too much of his life force to forcefully descend. Every step he took was a struggle against his body.
The fox's beard grew from his face, and a fluffy tail formed behind his back. His hair, which was hanging down, had gradually turned white due to the overdraft of his life, but under the illumination of the flames, the white hair was as red as the flames.
"Wu … Takeo Xiong …"
Reiko hugged Mako's head and revealed a fawning smile.
Takeo had never seen Reiko smile at him like this before.
"Takeo Xiong, you're … back …"
Takeo raised his hand, and fangs grew out of his twisted face.
"Dad … Dad!"
Maki forcefully suppressed her fear and used her tender voice to call out 'Daddy'. However, before she could finish speaking, her tender voice let out a shrill cry that pierced through the sky.
A small fireball appeared on Moribe Takeo's fingertip and instantly pierced through Reiko's head.
Seeing her mother's head disappear, Mako froze in place after screaming.
"S-Sorry, Mako."
Takeo covered his face and cried silently like a useless person.
The sly fox had invaded his body and consciousness. He was clearly not such a person. The greater the power, the greater the evil!
'It's the fox that stole my body!'