Naruto: I'm really not an evil scientist!

Suddenly, he saw a huge wolf in the distance.

With a gentle stretch of his hand, chakra surged forth like a tide, instantly condensing into a gray-black bone spur at his fingertips.

The bone spike, which appeared out of nowhere, spewed out a violent burst of wind-style chakra and shot towards the wolf. With a "thud," it pierced directly into the wolf's skin.

The unfortunate wolf let out a pitiful howl, its body shrinking rapidly like a sponge that had been drained of moisture, its tough skin turning to ashes.

Finally, a gentle breeze blew by, and the wolf vanished completely, leaving only a shimmering bone spur lying on the ground.

The surrounding wolves sensed the danger, howled a few times, and immediately scattered and fled.

The wolf's flesh and soul were forcibly extracted with a large amount of chakra by the bone spikes, and its entire body was completely refined without any residue.

Hiruko slightly raised his hand, and the bone spike that had fallen to the ground returned to his palm with a "whoosh," then returned to its original state, becoming a ball of chakra that was even larger than before, which he absorbed completely.

The Flying Thunder God Technique is inscribed inside this bone spur.

Its derivatives are alive, so Hiruko can use the bone spikes as coordinates to move there, and can also use himself as the main target to move the bone spikes back.

This method of mastering the Flying Thunder God Technique is extremely convenient, requiring no complex reflection tests whatsoever; one can freely teleport to the marked location with a mere thought.

Even before becoming the ultimate life form, Hiruko had already achieved the basic application of the Flying Thunder God Technique.

Now that he has become the ultimate life form, his understanding of space and his ability to optimize the Flying Thunder God Technique have been greatly enhanced.

He couldn't help but feel secretly proud, thinking to himself that he was indeed worthy of the title, and that his control over the soul and space had reached such a profound level.

His spatial perception is unparalleled, beyond imagination.

Whether it's the Flying Thunder God Technique, which can redirect the devastating attack of the Tailed Beast Ball, or the Flying Thunder God Escort Spin Technique, which requires close cooperation between two Flying Thunder God users, Hiruko uses them with ease and fluency, as naturally and simply as an ordinary person eating and drinking.

With each strike, the power of space flowed precisely and skillfully from his fingertips, as if he had complete control over the entire space.

Chapter 199 The Cloning Cataclysm!

Suddenly, Hiruko turned her attention to the chakra ball that she had just extracted from an ordinary animal.

He carefully sensed it and found that the life energy component was more abundant than the spiritual energy, and the taste of this chakra was also quite strange when it was refined.

"The classic novels were right, this is not as refreshing as absorbing natural energy directly from the air." Hiruko said with a look of disgust after casually eating a couple of bites of the chakra ball.

Due to his long-term research on gene and flesh transformation, Hiruko has profound insights into this area.

He muttered to himself, "Judging from what just happened, the souls of ordinary animals are too weak to be squeezed out any more spiritual energy."

After rejecting the chakra provided by the wild wolf, Hiruko fell into deep thought.

A thought flashed through his mind: perhaps the emotionally rich Uchiha clan could extract more spiritual energy.

The powerful emotional fluctuations of the Uchiha clan, once aroused, can generate formidable force, as can be seen from the process of them awakening their Sharingan.

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Hiruko shook his head violently and muttered to himself, "Never mind, never mind."

He was not some bloodthirsty demon; acts such as plundering flesh and blood, extracting souls, and raising creatures in captivity were simply not in line with his code of conduct.

He didn't want to become a madman, a heretical cultivator consumed by desire and losing himself, in pursuit of power.

The methods that Beiluhu possesses are becoming increasingly bizarre and powerful, drawing him closer and closer to those legendary evil cultivators.

They will stop at nothing to gain power, disregarding the bottom line of life and morality.

But deep down, Hiruko still had a sliver of reason. He knew that once he embarked on that evil path, there would be no turning back, and he would be plunged into endless darkness and sin.

In this world brimming with unknowns and temptations, Hiruko stands at the crossroads of choice.

Will we follow the existing path and use our own wisdom and abilities to explore the true meaning of power, or will we be blinded by momentary desires and fall into that abyss of no return?

the other side.

Orochimaru looked at the empty nutrient tank, nodded with interest, and said, "Very good. Even promises can be cloned. It seems that this cloning technology is quite advanced."

"You should know that this is the Land of Earth's trump card."

Standing beside Orochimaru, Obito's eyes flickered upon hearing this, and he asked, "Orochimaru, I heard you have a way to clone, is that true?"

Orochimaru raised an eyebrow and looked at Obito with a smile: "Of course, but who do you want to clone? You've seen the situation in the Land of Earth; we don't have clones."

Obito's eyes narrowed, and he continued, "If even Dust Release can be cloned, can the Mangekyou Sharingan also be cloned?"

Orochimaru smiled without saying a word, but Obito already knew the answer in his heart, his brows furrowing tightly.

He was very aware of his Mangekyou Sharingan's power; it was extremely strong, and in terms of power amplification alone, it was perhaps the strongest Mangekyou Sharingan in history.

He naturally couldn't let this power fall into the hands of others.

Even when facing the Rinnegan, my kaleidoscope eyes still give me a certain fighting ability.

But this cloning technology is so incredible, what would happen if someone cloned another Obito using his blood?

Also possessing a divine power space, the clone's eyes are connected to the original's divine power space, a technology that poses a significant threat to him.

Moreover, cloning technology can mass-produce powerful individuals, which is undoubtedly a major problem.

"You're worried someone might clone your kaleidoscope, right?"

Orochimaru looked at Obito with a half-smile and said slowly, "There's no need to worry so much. Kaleidoscope cloning is not as simple as human cloning. The Kaleidoscope must be placed in a specific device."

Obito's heart skipped a beat, and he squinted at Orochimaru: "Didn't you say that as long as you have the corresponding cells, you can clone the bloodline limit?"

Orochimaru shook his head: "Even bloodline limits of the same type are not entirely the same, especially the bloodstains of eye techniques."

He didn't explain in detail, only saying, "You just need to know that when cloning a kaleidoscope, the corresponding eye is necessary."

Obito felt slightly relieved, but remained vigilant, keeping a few steps away from Orochimaru.

After learning about certain aspects of the future of the ninja world in the manga, Obito also felt confused about his own future.

Judging from the techniques Orochimaru possessed, Obito realized he had misjudged him before.

Before Orochimaru joined the organization, he thought the leader could control Orochimaru, but now he believes that even the leader cannot control this guy in front of him.

Cloning technology alone could turn the entire ninja world upside down, not to mention the other technologies Orochimaru possessed.

Thinking this, Obito tentatively asked, "I will inform them to do their best to destroy the cloning technology in the Land of Earth. Do you have anything to say?"

Do you need research data on cloning technology from the Land of Earth?

Orochimaru gently shook his head, his expression calm and resolute: "It's no use, my technique is already complete."

Having obtained the complete cloning technology from Hiruzen, this information is naturally no longer necessary for me.

Obito couldn't discern anything from the indifferent gaze of the person before him.

He frowned and turned to leave.

"Orochimaru, that little guy has murderous intent toward you."

A voice drifted from behind, “No one can look down on me because of this technology; otherwise, I would never have sealed it away and used it so rarely.”

As for Obito wanting to kill me, he couldn't do it.

Orochimaru smiled slightly, turned around, and saw the image of Hiruko rising from the ground at some unknown time.

He stroked his chin, his eyes full of curiosity: "Compared to these trivial matters, I'm more curious about your skills."

There are no imaging devices here, so how did you send your projection here? You should know I've set up countless defensive sealing spells.”

Orochimaru was full of confidence. In his view, it would be almost impossible for Hiruko to bypass those defenses and invade this place, unless this place was in Hiruko's territory from the beginning.

Hiruko's lips curled into a mysterious smile: "Didn't you already know the answer?"

"I can't be sure unless you answer."

The July sky was overcast, nature was in motion as always, and then large raindrops began to fall.

Rainwater dripped continuously from the roof tiles, gathering into a babbling brook that flowed along the cracks in the street.

The villagers quickened their pace and hurriedly sought refuge in the clouds.

Standing quietly in the rain, it appeared exceptionally serene.

"Boom!" A thunderclap ripped through the sky, deafeningly loud, and lightning flashed continuously over the Land of Earth, instantly illuminating the entire village.

After the thunder, the rain intensified, as if the floodgates in the sky had been fully opened, and torrential rain poured down.

In a brand-new office in the village, several ninjas were gathered together, sitting around a wooden table.

The video in front of Onoki was still playing, and their faces were all solemn.

"Lord Ōnoki, are you sure they won't rebel?" someone asked worriedly.

"Aren't you at ease?" Onoki sneered. "Even if they dare, I can suppress them."

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Amidst the thunder, explosions rang out continuously, and the shouts of battle grew louder and louder.

"Is today really the day to overthrow Onoki?" someone shouted.

It must be said that some of the guys who took the data from the solar furnace tower of Beiliuhu were quite knowledgeable, as they even took out books like "Are Kings and Generals Born with a Special Kind of Talent?"

"You traitors, what are you trying to do? What do you want to do now?" On the street, a Jonin who had been caught in the blast roared angrily, his face filled with disbelief and rage.

He couldn't understand how these clones, carefully cultivated by the Land of Earth, would choose to betray him.

"We were not created to become your war machines, nor to endlessly carry out your orders!" the Jonin rebuked, his voice trembling with anger.

Clone No. 18 looked coldly at the ninja, a ruthless glint in its eyes.

His voice echoed in the air, filled with deep resentment and anger: "Do we exist only to be your slaves, to fight on the battlefield until our last breath?"

No. 18 gave a mocking laugh.

“Without the Land of Earth, you wouldn’t even exist,” the Jonin retorted defiantly.

Is this all there is to our existence?

The sound of No. 18 echoed in the rain, carrying endless sorrow and resentment, as if questioning this cruel fate.

"If we can only become tools to be manipulated at will, then we would rather never have been born!" He slowly raised his hand, and a heavy light condensed in his palm, gradually forming a prismatic pillar of light.

Within the pillar of light, powerful energy surged and roared, as if it could erupt like a volcano at any moment.

The Jonin's pupils suddenly contracted, and a strong sense of crisis surged in his heart. He wanted to use Earth Release to sneak underground and escape from this place, but the Dust Release's lock was like a shadow, leaving him nowhere to hide.

A suffocating sense of oppression filled the air, as if the entire space was being squeezed inwards.

No.18 snorted coldly, a ruthless glint in his eyes, and said coldly, "Too late, activate Dust Release!"