I'm a Hokage in Tokyo

Uchiha Senmen had never hated his inability to fly as much as he did now.

"Hehehe, Uchiha Senmon, since you are here for revenge for a woman, I will be merciful and let you see her."

At this moment, Michelangelo's upper body protruded from the clay bomber, and he grinned and vomited a large amount of clay:

"Witness my art! Garuda of love and hate!"

Chapter 451 Chapter 452 Eyes of the Mourner

"Pooh, ugh!"

Michelangelo's cheeks puffed up, he kept chewing in his mouth, then spurted out, diarrhea uncontrollably.

The white clay flowed down three thousand feet, twisting non-stop like a living thing, and condensed in the air into a huge sphere with a diameter of twenty to thirty meters, falling straight down like a mountain.

“Is this a bomb too?”

Uchiha Xianmen's face was shocked. He took a step and flashed dozens of meters away. At the same time, he flipped his right hand, and several thick tree roots rose from the ground and stabbed into the air.

However, after the tree roots pierced the giant clay ball, they sank into the sea without detonating it.

"No, this doesn't feel like a physical entity?!"

The giant ball of clay finally landed on the ground and expanded rapidly like dough. It swayed like a tumbler, with its hands and feet protruding.

At first glance, it looks like a fifty-meter-long giant!

Although Uchiha Senmon didn't understand the reason, he did not underestimate the enemy. He clapped his palms, and more than a dozen ancient trees wrapped around the limbs and body of the clay giant like giant pythons.

The clay giant was caught by the tree world without any avoidance. Its neck was bulging and wriggling, with bumpy white balls of flesh bulging out one after another.

“Hehehe, come and appreciate it! This is the finest work of art that I have spent ten years of hard work on, ‘Garuda of Love and Hate’!”

As the size expanded to the size of a sedan, those uneven lumps of clay turned into heads with distinct features.

The pale face and clay texture look like the lime plaster heads in the art classroom.

The horrific nightmare-like scene was reflected in Uchiha Senmon's eyes.

There are more than half a hundred clay heads stacked up one on top of the other. Each one is a young woman with a different face, in pain, begging, crying, numb, terrified...

All the expressions are lifelike, curious, terrifying and creepy.

The clay giant Garuda, with green branches wrapped around his body, stands in the primeval forest, like a huge demon tree full of human-head fruits.

This is hell!

The clay bomber made a half circle in the sky, losing some altitude.

"Do you like Leonardo da Vinci? I like him very much, especially the Mona Lisa. When I first saw her face and her mysterious smile, I was deeply fascinated by her."

Michelangelo closed his eyes, revealing a morbid and obsessed expression, and chanted:

"A woman's face can be so beautiful. This is the inspiration for me to start my artistic career. I want to be a greater artist than Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo! So I need a lot of women's heads!"

Although the two-faced demon was only active for half a year before disappearing, judging from the number of Garuda heads, the number of casualties is more than ten times the official number.

"The rich expressions of women before they died gave me endless inspiration! I took their heads away and slowly savored them. The final crystallization of art is this Garuda!"

After Garuda appeared, Uchiha Senmon stood stiffly in place, his hands and feet trembling, his eyes staring straight upwards.

Among dozens of clay human heads, Uchiha Senmon recognized his deceased wife at first sight.

Mikoto!

She frowned, closed her eyes, and bit her lips tightly, as if she was in great pain.

Unlike the other heads that had expressions of despair and pain, Mikoto's face showed determination and motherhood.

"How is it, Uchiha Senmon? You are the first person besides the hosts to appreciate my work. Please applaud my talent!"

Michelangelo boasted about himself complacently for a while, but he found that Uchiha Senmon seemed to have lost his soul and had no reaction, which made him feel a little disappointed.

Following Uchiha Senmon's line of sight, Michelangelo lowered his head and glanced a few times. His abstract and exaggerated eyeballs were rolling, revealing malice and mockery.

"I see. I was just joking when I said I didn't remember how much bread I ate. Each of them has become a source of nourishment and inspiration for my artistic creation. How could I forget them?"

Michelangelo smacked his lips and said with a playful smile:

"Especially your wife Uchiha Mikoto, she is still fresh in my memory. She is the highlight of "Garuda of Love and Hate"!"

Michelangelo winked and reminded in a friendly manner: "Do you want to hear her last words?"

Uchiha Senmon, who was as motionless as a dead person, only raised his head and looked towards the sky at this time.

The Sharingan retreated back to black, filled with death and darkness.

"What did my wife say before she died?" Uchiha Senmon hissed with an expressionless face.

"Ha, she didn't say anything!"

Michelangelo spread his hands, shrugged, and said nonchalantly:

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not lying this time."

Michelangelo manipulated the host William's right hand, inserted his index finger into the temple on the same side, and stirred it vigorously. The man's expression was like dementia, his eyes rolled up, and saliva flowed to his chin.

"Well, it's much more comfortable this way, and I can remember more details."

The tongue in the palm of his hand licked the fingers covered with brain matter and blood, shaking with excitement. Michelangelo recalled something seriously and said slowly:

"That day, I sneaked into a random house in search of inspiration as usual. Of course, it was your family, Uchiha Senmon. Your wife's name is Mikoto, right?"

"When she saw me for the first time, she was just like everyone else, too scared to speak, and instinctively ran away. So I blew off one of her legs first, so that she couldn't run away."

Michelangelo chewed his right hand and spat out a clay spider the size of a finger, which immediately exploded with an inaudible "puff" sound.

The indifferent Uchiha Senmon trembled, his fists clenched to the point of turning white, and his nails pierced deeply into his palms.

"The human body is very fragile. It broke with a bang. It must have been very painful. Normally, your wife should have been crying and screaming like other women, but she was gritting her teeth and not saying a word? How strange."

Uchiha Senmon closed his eyes, but he could not help listening. Every word spoken by the two-faced demon was heart-piercing, drilling into his ears and piercing his brain like a knife.

"So I blew off one of her hands. Wow! Tsk tsk tsk, but she still didn't scream. Even though her bones were very hard, she was still a weak woman after all. She bled to death after just two simple blows. Although I was very puzzled, I could only leave with her head."

Michelangelo clicked his tongue in amazement and looked towards Uchiha Senmon with amusement.

It was a pity that Uchiha Senmon now closed his eyes and had a cold expression, so its idea of ​​watching the show was dashed.

"Your wife is just an ordinary woman, but she still bothered me. Later, Uchiha, you became a transcendent and entered the official field of vision. I asked William to retrieve the files from that year and found something very interesting."

Michelangelo was not in a hurry. He raised the corner of his mouth and smiled evilly, hiding evil intentions. He spoke word by word:

"The place where I killed Mikoto was just across the wall from the nursery, and your child was sleeping in it at the time."

"She was probably afraid that her screams would wake the child and draw my attention, so she kept silent until she died. What an amazing mother."

"Hehehe, it's a pity that we monsters have no parents and cannot understand this kind of emotion."

"Actually, there's no need for that. Your child named Uchiha Ming is a boy. Well, I have no interest in boys at all..."

Michelangelo paused, satisfied.

"That's the look on your face I want to see, Uchiha Senmon."

The bright red blood slid down his face and fell on the ground, blooming into mottled flowers. Although Uchiha Senmon closed his eyes, two lines of shocking blood and tears could not stop falling.

"I am not a qualified father, let alone a qualified husband."

After a while, Uchiha Senmon opened his eyes, and three black magatama were spinning violently in the sad blood and tears, captivating, sad and beautiful, exuding extraordinary magic.

"But I will atone for my sins here!"

"I have no interest in men's heads. I have never killed a man. But this pair of Sharingan is simply a work of art! Let you also add brilliance to my ultimate art!"

Michelangelo looked at the increasingly gorgeous and enchanting Sharingan, with an expression of extreme madness on his face.

"Snapped!"

The upper half of the body of the clay bomber was exposed. He suddenly clenched his hands, and the deformed and huge Garuda swelled to the limit like being blown up.

"'Gararo of Love and Hate' is the highest art created with Mikoto's love as its theme!"

The clay drone suddenly shot up, and Michelangelo yelled like a madman:

"This is the love given to you by your long-cherished wife! Don't hide, Uchiha Senmon!"

Snapped! ! !

Garuda, as big as a mountain, suddenly broke into pieces and exploded with a loud bang.

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"Quick, quick! Fly out of the base quickly!"

The Yokota Base Airport area has an asphalt concrete runway that is 3300 meters long, and there are more than 60 single-aircraft aprons on the right side.

A constant stream of flames and explosions came from the direction of the headquarters. Buildings collapsed one after another, making the entire base like an ant on hot pot, with soldiers who had been urgently assembled coming in and out of the barracks.

The US ambassador has boarded a UH-1 helicopter, rushed from the tarmac into the air, and flew out of the base at a rapid speed.

The extremely frightened American ambassador completely ignored the instructions given to him by Uchiha Senmen to evacuate the crowd and ran away on his own.

"Your Excellency Ambassador, what exactly happened at Yokota Base? What kind of monster is that multi-headed white giant?"

The satellite phone call from overseas asked anxiously.

"Uchiha Senmon has betrayed! His eyes, the Sharingan! He's from Akatsuki! And Commander William too, no, he's an imposter!"

The U.S. ambassador had suspicious stains on his crotch, and he looked very embarrassed, but he couldn't care less about that now. He grabbed the phone and yelled incoherently:

"The Uchiha have been planning this for a long time, maybe his family and friends have all run away! Hurry up and capture them as hostages!"

"What are you talking about? Please calm down."

The female voice on the other end of the satellite phone had no idea what was going on and could only try her best to comfort him.

"Damn it, how could I be so unlucky to encounter such a thing!"

The US ambassador held the phone tightly with trembling hands, and subconsciously looked back. He loved and hated the horrifying and thrilling Cthulhu creation style of Garo Lou, as well as his instinctive fear of giants. A chill instantly rushed from his tailbone to the top of his head.

What made him even more frightened was that he had seen a clay doll blow up a headquarters into the sky before.

"If this is a bomb, its power...hiss!"

It is not impossible to raze the entire Yokota base to the ground.

The U.S. ambassador's already pale face turned even paler.

At this moment, Garuda expanded into a ball at a speed visible to the naked eye and was about to explode.

"Climb up! Climb as high as you can!"

The US ambassador rushed behind the helicopter pilot, roaring with bloodshot eyes, wishing he could snatch the joystick and operate it himself.

The driver did not dare to delay and climbed to a higher altitude as soon as possible.

"Snapped!"

Under the horrified gaze of the U.S. ambassador, Garuda exploded into pieces like a burst balloon.

"Uh...huh?"

The U.S. ambassador reflexively stretched out his hands to cover his eyes and squinted his eyes, but surprisingly he did not feel the strong light, air wave and shock wave of the explosion.

"Is it a misfire?"

A few seconds later, the US ambassador mustered up the courage to look out of the cockpit.

The buildings and control tower at Yokota Base were intact, and nothing really happened.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but inadvertently glanced down.

The god of death blew gently, and the ground crew stationed at the airport and the soldiers pouring out of the camp were all paused, and they were instantly weathered like sand walls and turned into ashes.

"No!"

The US ambassador collapsed to the ground, mumbling in tears:

"Lord, punish these demons..."

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"Great, Uchiha! You really didn't dodge or evade. I can already feel your love for your wife! Ah, inspiration is completely flowing out!"

The clay bomber slowly descended above Uchiha Senmon's head. Michelangelo still had his hands clenched tightly. He stared at Uchiha Senmon with a look of complacency in his eyes, as if he had won the battle.