Projection magicians starting from the Uchiha clan

Half of his body was also shaken open, and blood kept flowing out, forming a blood pit.

"Thanks to the tiny bit of anger (Beag-alltach), without which it would have strengthened my defenses, I would probably be waiting to be resurrected by now."

Cú Chulainn picked up Diarmuid in a princess carry, turned to Iori, and said:

"Looks like we still have time. Come over for a drink later, and I'll introduce you to the heroic spirits who have recently come to Valhalla."

“Okay,” Uchiha Iori replied.

The Spear of Death Piercing Through the Sky truly lives up to its B+ rank Noble Phantasm status; its power, range, and cost all exceeded expectations.

Yes, this experience can definitely be used next time. As long as it's not Onoki from Iwa ninja, this round is in the bag.

[I wonder who will be attending the Heroic Spirit gathering later.] Iori wondered.

My arsenal is itching for more.

Chapter 9 The Banquet of Transmigrators and Heroic Spirits

As soon as Uchiha Iori pushed open the door, he heard a low sobbing sound.

He looked over curiously and found several guys with incongruous painting styles sitting together at the table.

There were three of them in total.

One was a tall, muscular man wearing strange armor;

One was a big guy wearing a vest and a cape;

There was also a man whose attire and appearance resembled those of a European gentleman from the early 20th century.

Unlike the lively drinking and revelry on the other side, these three sat in a corner, looking gloomy and dejected, and kept crying, which really aroused curiosity.

Uchiha Iori couldn't help but take a few steps closer, wanting to hear what they were saying.

The armored giant choked up as he spoke: "Do you know, when I first traveled back in time, I thought my story was about conquering the Middle Ages."

His voice was low, tinged with helplessness and despair, “Because of the memories of my past life, coupled with the extraordinary physique I naturally possess in this life, it was easy for me to raise an army and establish my own base after I became an adult.”

"After repelling several attacks by the nobles, I felt the time was ripe and led the army to launch a counterattack."

"Everything was going smoothly until I led my troops to the castle of the largest lord in my region."

"At this point, his voice trembled, and his eyes reddened, "The result... the result..."

Uchiha Iori felt the story sounded familiar, as if he had heard something similar before.

The person next to him pressed, "And then what happened?"

"The castle grew legs and stood up. That wasn't a castle, it was a mech! This world is the Knight World of the Warhammer 40k universe." The big guy sobbed as he spoke.

Pfft, Iori couldn't hold back anymore.

It's a miracle that someone actually traveled through that godforsaken place, Warhammer 40k, and wasn't corrupted by the four peddlers on the spot.

"Then how did you survive? That was a Knight Titan."

Iori asked curiously. Judging from the previous text, he was at most a Space Marine without equipment, and it was impossible for him to dismantle a mech with his bare hands. His escape was also questionable.

The Space Marine wiped away his tears. "Oh, it was the Blood Angels who saved me. I was transported here because of a deal between Alaya and the Emperor. Once I live and see the Emperor, my mission will be complete."

"I wasn't targeted by the four peddlers because of the protection of Alaya and the Emperor. Now I am the apothecary of the Holy Blood Angels."

Uchiha Iori's eyes lit up.

"Hey buddy, can you get any information on gene technology, or on high-yield crops and agricultural construction? Something groundbreaking would be great."

"The level of agriculture in the world I live at is similar to that of ancient Eastern societies; anything better is not worth using."

"If you have any needs, you can tell me, and I'll see if I can help."

"Oh, by the way, my name is Uchiha Iori now. Just call me Iori. What's your name?"

Although Warhammer 40K is a space opera-style world, it is, after all, a world in the futuristic future.

Needless to say, genetic technology is a given, as evidenced by the appearance of the original Space Marines, and information related to agricultural machinery will certainly be of great help to Iori's business.

After all, the Naruto world is not much different from ancient agricultural society in strict terms.

Although computers existed by the time Naruto came of age, technological development was completely unbalanced.

"Are you Japanese?" the three asked in unison.

"No, I am Chinese. I just transmigrated to the Naruto world. I don't really want to recall the past until I can go back."

Iori waved her hand, a hint of pain on her face.

“I understand. I was Chinese in my past life, and so were they.” The Space Marine nodded, a hint of resonance flashing in his eyes.

"My name is now Jonathan Joestar, just call me Jojo. The data on agriculture and primitive machinery shouldn't be a problem, but the genetic technology is mainly controlled by the mechanical instructors."

"What are your specific needs? Let's see if we can come up with a corresponding solution."

Without needing to say more, Jojo and the others understood the reason.

Because they have all abandoned their former names.

Uchiha Iori pondered for a moment and said, "I don't know if you've watched Naruto, but the Sage's bloodline in it is divided into several parts. I hope to complete my genes and return to my original form."

He had originally pinned his hopes on Orochimaru or Hiruko, but now a more reliable path lay before him.

"I will pass on my memories to you. Each gene fusion takes about three years to buffer."

"I don't need your help with this. If you really care, you can come to the Warhammer Universe and help me out someday when you have enough strength."

Jojo passed on the relevant memories to Uchiha Iori, which was a small favor for him and could be considered as forming a good relationship.

"And what should we call you two? Which world have you traveled to?" Uchiha Iori asked as she sat down, turning her gaze to the other two.

“Bai Wenyao, from Haihu World, is not that Bai family member,” the man in the vest said painfully.

“Julian Carlos, the world of craftsmanship, or rather, the world of Cthulhu.” The European gentleman was somewhat desperate.

Iori gasped. Good grief, we guys are having such bad luck. What kind of world is this?

The four of them started chatting, and everyone was dissatisfied with their situation. In comparison, Uchiha Iori was the happiest.

At least his world is relatively normal, and he now has a clear plan and blueprint for the future.

After a brief chat, Iori was the first to take his leave.

He originally came to meet heroic spirits, but ended up meeting fellow transmigrators.

Because it's difficult to meet in our respective universes, there's no conflict of interest; instead, we receive a gift.

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"Hey, you've finally arrived. Have you finished chatting with your compatriots?"

Cú Chulainn raised his glass and said with a smile.

"They didn't seem to fit in with our party, so they went to the other side."

"We've finished our chat. Jojo helped me a lot."

Uchiha Iori pointed to the others and said, "Could you introduce them to me?"

There were a total of 7 Heroic Spirits at the gathering. Apart from Cú Chulainn, Diarmuid, and Shirou Emiya, Iori Uchiha had not yet been able to identify the others.

"it is good."

Cú Chulainn then pointed to a man dressed in Edo-period Japanese attire and said, "This is a swordsman with the same name as you, named Miyamoto Iori."

Miyamoto Iori nodded in greeting with a calm expression.

Then, pointing to the boy next to Miyamoto Iori, the girl said, "This is Miyamoto Iori's good friend, Nihon Takeru."

The Japanese Takeru was busy eating. He looked up to greet them and then continued eating, saying as he ate, "The white rice here is really delicious, even better than the rice at Iori's house."

Cú Chulainn then pointed to a man and a woman on the other side.

"He is Siegfried, a hero from Northern Europe, and beside him is Medea, a princess from Greece."

The white-haired man raised his glass and gestured to Uchiha Iori.

The purple-haired girl smiled innocently and greeted Uchiha Iori.

"My name is Uchiha Iori, it's nice to meet you all."

Uchiha Iori smiled and joined their ranks.

The banquet continued, and after everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they all left, except for Emiya Shirou and Uchiha Iori, who stayed until the very end.

"Why didn't you ask to copy the Noble Phantasm this time?" Emiya Shirou asked curiously.

"I'm not that much of a spoilsport; there's still a long way to go, isn't there?"

Although Uchiha Iori was envious, he wasn't completely oblivious.

Although the heroic spirits attending the banquet were all easy-going, if he were to become known for spoiling the fun, he probably wouldn't be invited to future banquets.

"I'm going back too. See you next time." Shirou Emiya taught Iori Uchiha how to use the Rho Aias and then left.

Having memorized the details of the treasure, Uchiha Iori returned to the ninja world, preparing to face the attack from the Iwa ninja.

Chapter 10 The Iwa Ninja Attack

After returning from the Heroic Spirits Banquet, Uchiha Iori discovered that his soul power had increased once again.

I don't know if it was because of the battle with Diarmuid or because he ate in Valhalla.

Suddenly, with a loud bang, a red signal flare exploded in the air.

"It's a red signal flare. It seems the Iwa ninja have assembled their forces for the attack."

Iori looked at her teammates with some concern.

Kaori Uzuki and Takumi Kurama are both only average-looking; if they develop step by step, they might not even be able to become Jonin.

With such a disparity in numbers, will they be able to survive this battle?

Iori shook her head, banishing these useless thoughts.

He took out the demonic spear that he had projected yesterday from Unlimited Blade Works, determined to end the battle as soon as possible and not let his friends die here.