Infinite: The Main God Space Starting from Naruto

Chapter 179 Hashirama's Afterimage, Madara Uchiha's Wrath

"Happiness?" A hint of sarcasm flashed in Madara's eyes. "In my entire life, I have never indulged in any form of pleasure. Fighting is my only pursuit."

Madara slowly stepped forward, the golden light emanating from his body gradually dissipating as blue chakra dissipated: "Your magic awakens people's most primal desires. But for me, the battle itself is the greatest pleasure!"

boom!

The colossal Susanoo, wielding a long sword, slashed down through the air. Wherever the blade passed, the air emitted a piercing shriek, and violent shockwaves pulsed across the blade.

Larcade instantly raised his hand, and a golden magic circle unfolded in front of him. Runes flowed across the surface of the magic circle, forming a semi-transparent barrier.

boom!

The blade collided with the barrier, and the shockwave swept around. The ground beneath Larcade's feet cracked instantly, and spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly in all directions. His arms trembled under the immense force, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Ugh!" Larkad groaned, his body retreating rapidly, his toes leaving afterimages on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, he had already created a distance of hundreds of meters.

"Never experienced pleasure?" Larcade stood on the ruins, his eyes filled with inquiry as he looked at Madara Uchiha. "Then try a more primal desire."

"Desire Magic - Devouring Soul!" Larcade formed hand seals, and golden magical energy rippled outwards.

Madara Uchiha suddenly felt a violent hunger in his stomach. The feeling came so suddenly and intensely that it almost overwhelmed his reason.

Ban paused slightly, cold sweat beading on his forehead. This feeling was far more terrifying than ordinary hunger, as if a bloodthirsty beast was tearing at his internal organs.

Instinct drove Madara to lunge at everything in his path, to devour everything he could see. The surrounding scenery began to distort and warp in his vision, even the nearby ruins seemed like delicious food. A series of cramping pains shot through his stomach, and hunger tormented his nerves like a leech.

"As expected." A strange light flashed in Larcade's eyes. "Even you can't resist the most primal hunger. The Devouring Soul will keep amplifying your hunger until it drives you mad."

Just then, a cold glint suddenly appeared from the side!

"Ice Realm: Myriad Ice Blades!" Iber Yura's voice rang out, and countless crystalline ice blades condensed in the air, pouring down like a torrential rain.

Cold sweat beaded on Ban's forehead, and the hunger in his stomach burned like fire. But his movements remained incredibly fierce, and he swept his long sword horizontally.

boom!

The blade flashed, shattering the ice into pieces under the violent force. Shards of ice danced in the air, shimmering in the sunlight like a shower of diamonds. The shockwave, undiminished, slammed directly into Inbel's chest.

"Pfft!" Imber coughed up a mouthful of blood, his chest armor shattering inch by inch, revealing a mangled, bloody wound beneath. His body slammed into the ice like a meteorite, carving a furrow tens of meters long into the ground.

"A mere trick." Ban took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the churning hunger in his stomach. At this moment, the hunger was no longer just a physical sensation, but more like a desire that was about to devour his reason.

Ban's gaze locked onto Larcade not far away. The next second, he stomped his feet, causing the ground to crack instantly, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading outwards. The immense force sent surrounding rubble flying, and he shot towards Larcade like an arrow released from a bow.

The air whistled at that terrifying speed, and Larcade's pupils contracted sharply. In his haste, he only had time to deploy defensive magic. A golden light barrier formed in front of him.

"Grotomato!"

The golden defensive barrier shattered instantly under the five blades of light, turning into specks of golden light that dissipated into the air. Larcade had no time to mount any defense; several deep, bone-revealing wounds were slashed into his chest, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

boom!

His body crashed heavily to the ground, carving a deep furrow in the hard earth.

"Such a strong will!" Larcade supported himself with one hand, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Under the effects of the Devouring Soul, even the most powerful mage would be driven to madness by hunger, but this man in front of him was able to suppress this feeling with sheer willpower.

"Sleep of the Dead!" Larcade braced himself with one hand on the ground, while his other hand rapidly formed hand seals, golden magical runes spreading through the air.

An eerie ripple spread outwards from him, blurring the light wherever it passed, and even causing the hard rocks to fade. A heavy drowsiness washed over Ban's consciousness like a tide, making each breath exceptionally difficult.

"This feeling..." Ban shook his head, but the movement only made the drowsiness come even stronger. His vision began to blur, and the distant scenery gradually became indistinct.

Ban forced himself to raise his hand, but this simple movement became incredibly difficult. Every breath felt like it was made of lead, and every cell in his body was screaming for sleep.

"No." Ban bit his tongue hard, the intense pain instantly waking him up a bit. But the drowsiness surged in like a tide, quickly drowning out the last bit of clarity.

Madara Uchiha tried, but the force was like hitting cotton, completely unable to dispel the strange drowsiness. His consciousness began to falter, and the scenery before him was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry.

He could sense that once he closed his eyes, he would be plunged into eternal sleep.

Larcade was also rooted to the spot, unable to move, as the spell required his full power to maintain.

"Neinhart!" Larcade roared, knowing full well that once the magic was dispelled, a thunderous blow awaited him.

On the ruins at the edge of the battlefield, a man dressed in green sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his hands forming a perfect mudra. Magical energy rippled around him, forming a miniature barrier.

"Almost done!" Neinhardt gritted his teeth, fragments of memories flashing through his mind, all of which were battle scenes that Madara Uchiha remembered vividly.

Guiding the manifestation of an opponent's memories at this level is no easy task.

But what puzzled him even more was that during the process of peering into his memories, many places were a void, as if they were completely blocked by something. He had never encountered such a situation before.

"Who exactly is this guy?" Neinhart frowned, but suddenly, a glint flashed in his eyes, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips: "Interesting, finally found him."

"The History of Corpses!"

Neinhart's eyes widened suddenly, and a surge of powerful magic erupted from his body. Two magic circles unfurled in the air, their dazzling light illuminating the entire battlefield. Within the light, two figures gradually solidified.

"Madara, you're just putting on a brave face again..."

The familiar voice came, and Ban's movements suddenly froze.

Ban raised his head, his pupils suddenly contracting. In the magic circle, a tall figure clad in red armor slowly emerged, and that familiar face made his heart pound violently.

"Hashirama?!"

Just then, the figure in the other magic circle also fully appeared.

A burly, white-haired old man opened his eyes with a loud laugh: "Gah! Where is this place? It doesn't look like the new world. Hey, kid, did you call me here to start a fight?"

"Surprised?" Neinhardt looked at Uchiha Madara with a confident smile, but cold sweat kept pouring down his forehead.

"This is my magic, the history of corpses. From your memories, the deceased come to life, possessing everything you remember—personality, power, even the way they speak, exactly the same."

Hashirama's gaze swept across the battlefield, taking in the devastated ruins. He shook his head slightly. "So many years have passed, and you still love fighting so much, Madara. But..." He turned to Madara, flashing his signature bright smile, "I'm glad to see you again."

Ban's body trembled almost imperceptibly. That smile, that tone, that expression—everything was exactly the same as he remembered. But precisely because of this, an indescribable anger rose from the depths of his heart.

"A mere illusion, yet you dare to impersonate Hashirama!" Madara's voice became hoarse.

"Die!" Neinhart formed hand seals, his magical energy surging so violently it distorted the surrounding air. "I'll show you what it feels like to die at the hands of your strongest opponent!"

Hashirama's expression turned serious, and a complex emotion flickered in his eyes: "It seems we'll have to fight again, Madara."

"Shut up!"

Ban's expression suddenly turned ferocious, and his aura surged: "You mere phantom, don't you dare speak to me like that!"

The intense emotional turmoil contained in Ban's roar instantly alerted Larcade. He could feel his magic being gradually eroded by Ban's rage.

"This level of emotional fluctuation..." Larcade gritted his teeth, his magic surging wildly into the magic circle. "I can't let him break free like this!"

Just then, Hashirama's expression suddenly turned more serious than ever before. He slowly clasped his hands together, and a vast amount of chakra began to gather within him: "Since that's the case, then let me see just how strong you've become over the years—Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands!"

boom!

The earth trembled violently, and a surge of immense chakra erupted from Hashirama's body. The instant his hands formed hand seals, countless thick tree trunks burst forth from the earth. The trees grew wildly, their thick branches intertwining and extending into the void.

In the blink of an eye, a colossal thousand-armed Buddha statue materialized behind the pillar, with thousands of arms extending from its body, each palm brimming with terrifying chakra.

"Kid, don't forget I'm here!" Just then, the white-bearded man's gruff voice suddenly rang out. He then stomped his foot, and the ground shattered. The naginata in his hand unleashed a wave of energy, and he charged towards Madara like a cannonball.

Ban instinctively wanted to avoid the pincer attack, but Larcade's magic reached its peak at that moment, and an irresistible drowsiness and hunger struck at the same time.

His movements became sluggish, and even raising his arm became extremely difficult.

At this critical moment, a ruthless glint flashed in Madara's eyes.

"Hungry Ghost Realm - Soul Extraction!"

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A brilliant purple light shone from his Rinnegan, and Madara gripped his face with his right hand. A terrifying suction force erupted from his Rinnegan, beginning to extract his soul.

"Snap!"

A sound like something invisible shattering echoed in the air. A semi-transparent phantom was forcibly extracted from Madara's body—it was half of his soul!

The intense pain caused Ban's body to tremble uncontrollably, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat. But this inhuman suffering made his consciousness clearer than ever before.

When half of the soul is extracted, bodily sensations can no longer be fully transmitted to consciousness, and even the maddening hunger and sleepiness become blurred.

"This...this madman!" Larcade's pupils contracted violently, his voice trembling. "He actually resorted to self-harm to fight back?!"

"You..." Madara's voice was as cold as ice, each word seemingly capable of freezing the air, "You all deserve to die."

He formed hand seals, and a surge of immense chakra erupted instantly: "Limbo: Susanoo: Dance of Two Swords!"

Boom!

The colossal Susanoo expanded to its maximum size in an instant, its blue chakra armor radiating a chilling light. Simultaneously, four Limbo clones materialized, five giants standing proudly between heaven and earth, their longswords wreathed in violent, trembling power.

The air groaned under this terrifying power, even the light was distorted, and the vibrations on the blade became increasingly violent, as if they were about to tear the heavens and the earth apart.

"cut!"

Ten sword beams slashed down simultaneously, tearing ten enormous rifts in the sky. Wherever the blades passed, space itself trembled and distorted. Hashirama and Whitebeard were instantly ripped to shreds by this violent force, their forms dissipating into specks of light in the air.

But this was far from the end; the aftershocks spread outwards from the spot.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Amidst the continuous explosions, the entire world seemed to turn upside down. Wherever the shockwaves passed, rocks flew backward, the land churned, and huge boulders shot into the sky like volcanic eruptions.

Lightning flashed across the sky, and violent energy raged through the clouds.

At this moment, heaven and earth seemed to have lost their order. Pieces of earth floated in mid-air, lightning danced among the ruins, and the air was filled with an aura of destruction.

Five enormous Susanoo stood atop the ruins, like judges at the end of the world.

"This...this level of destructive power..." Neinhart barely managed to steady himself in mid-air, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Madara's chest heaved violently, and the blade in his hand hung limply. That attack had almost drained all the chakra in his body, and the figure of Susanoo had also dissipated.

But a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "Not enough, far from enough!"

He rapidly formed hand seals, unleashing the last vestige of chakra within him: "Summoning Jutsu!"

boom!

A massive cloud of smoke exploded on the battlefield. When the smoke cleared, a colossal golem appeared before them. This golem stood hundreds of meters tall, with nine closed eyes, though some of them were already open.

"What kind of monster is that?!" Larcade's expression changed drastically; the oppressive aura alone made it hard for him to breathe.

Madara leaped and landed steadily on the top of the Gedo Mazo.

puff!

As soon as he finished speaking, the black rod that grew from the top of the Gedo Mazo silently pierced into Madara's body, and blood dripped down the black rod, but there was no pain on Madara's face.

"A madman! What is he trying to do?!" Larkad's eyes widened.

As soon as he finished speaking, the chakra of the four tailed beasts surged into Madara's body like a torrent, and Madara's aura was rising at a terrifying speed.

"Limbo: Planetary Devastation!"

With a roar, Ban raised his hand at the same time, and a terrifying gravitational field erupted from them, distorting and deforming the space itself.

Ban's voice echoed throughout the heavens and earth, carrying an indescribable arrogance: "I'll show you what despair truly is!"

call out!

The figure of Limbo vanished instantly, leaving only afterimages in the air. Larcade's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart pounded violently—danger!

Just as he was about to turn around, a bone-chilling coldness came from his back.

"Varied--"

Before Larcade could finish speaking, a hand was already pressed on his back, and a dark gravity ball in his palm emitted terrifying fluctuations.

boom!

The black sphere unleashed a terrifying gravitational pull. Larcade felt as if his entire body was being torn apart by an invisible force. His clothes and armor shattered inch by inch under this force, turning into fragments that were sucked into the sphere.

"Aaaaah!" A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the sky.

At the same time, the remaining figures from the Wheel Graveyard also appeared instantly behind Inbell, Neinhardt, and the others, with the pitch-black gravity spheres pressing against their backs.

Everything around was swept up by this force—rubble, dust, ice—all surged toward the black sphere under its pull. Wherever it passed, the ground was ripped up, and even the air began to compress and gather under this force, coalescing into five giant spheres, each tens of kilometers in diameter.

The sky was obscured by these five giant spheres, casting large shadows. They floated in the air like five miniature planets, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Madara's chest heaved violently; the energy drained by that attack was almost too much for him to handle, but thankfully, the tailed beast's chakra was still replenishing itself continuously.

He surveyed the devastated battlefield, his gaze finally settling on a point of light on the distant border—the last remaining point of existence.

"it's over."

Ban raised his hand, his five fingers slightly clenched. The five giant spheres suspended in the air trembled instantly, and with a terrifying gravitational field, they crashed down towards the final node.

(End of this chapter)