Chapter 284

But their entire order of knights numbered no more than thirty people.

And here...

Julius watched as powerful auras descended one after another from the steel boxes soaring in the sky.

At least four hundred people, every one of them at least a First-Third Third Tier Transcendent, with dozens of continental-level masters, and even several invincible powerhouses qualified to compete for the top ten in the continent; he lost the ability to speak.

This lineup...

Not counting an outlier existence like Reinhard, it was enough to slaughter their way through his world.

Yet in this crowd, by his rough estimation, there were at least three or five groups no less formidable than this one.

His whole body was trembling.

Is this the true worth of the Kingdom of God?

179. The Ascended, Orochimaru and Jiraiya

"The Kingdom of God, is it?"

Beneath the foothills of the past, now a circular uplift.

A man with sticky, straight hair hanging down, a deathly pale complexion, and eyes like a snake stepped out of the light gate, his brows slightly furrowed.

Natural energy is very thin here.

He was not surprised by the quality of the people rushing in, packed like sardines.

In their world, the future Fourth Great Ninja War would pull out over eighty thousand mid-to-high-level ninja; transcendents were truly abundant, and a system had already been formed.

What surprised Orochimaru was how, with such weak natural energy, so many genin and chunin-level individuals were born.

He didn't pay much attention to it, though.

In his view, no matter what, under this kind of natural energy, an Elite Jonin (Third Third Third Tier) was already the peak.

Although their world found it difficult to directly absorb natural energy.

Everything was inseparable from its nourishment.

Otherwise, if one dared to desperately refine chakra using food born under the natural energy concentration of this world, the body would die just to show you.

Licking his tongue, Orochimaru gave a sinister smile.

It seemed the only thing in this world worth his attention was the master of that gate.

Suddenly.

"Orochimaru, you guy, were you really lurking near the Hidden Leaf?"

With a loud roar, the Toad Sage Jiraiya made a flashy entrance: "How about you just come back to the Hidden Leaf with me."

If he had been near the Hidden Leaf, it would have been impossible to get here so quickly.

Behind him.

Two people followed, Kakashi holding Naruto with a deadpan expression, and Iruka clutching the back of his head with an awkward smile.

"Lord Jiraiya, Lord Orochimaru."

Orochimaru had only left the Hidden Leaf a few years ago, and his past merits had not yet been forgotten.

"Do you intend to fight me in someone else's territory, Jiraiya?"

Orochimaru cracked his mouth open.

"Forget it, let's exchange information first."

"I just arrived, you tell me."

Jiraiya nodded, his expression somewhat grave: "The people are too dense; just along this path, I sensed over one hundred thousand."

"Among them, only a few hundred reached the genin level, about a hundred were chunin, and only two or three could be called jonin."

Orochimaru nodded.

The ratio is very low.

But Jiraiya swallowed hard, his eyes filled with fear: "But these are the civilians of their world!!!"

???

Orochimaru's mind went blank for a moment.

What kind of joke is this?

Civilians?

Are you all ninjas?

The next moment.

Jiraiya continued to throw out an even more terrifying fact: "Their world's total population, by imprecise statistics, is nearly ten billion."

Orochimaru was stunned.

Which meant that, if things went poorly, the number of genin in their world might exceed the total population of the Ninja Continent.

Taking a deep breath, Orochimaru tried to say calmly: "But with their natural energy concentration, peak powerhouses can hardly compare to..."

"Hahahaha, Solomon, you just eat my dust behind! Grandpa is entering the temple!"

A burst of arrogant laughter came from afar.

The newcomer's aura wasn't strong, at most chunin level, but the full-body armor with red patterns that turned him into a sword and broke the sound barrier made them change color.

It was a feeling of extreme threat.

Just by approaching, it made the alarm bells in their minds explode.

"So what if the aircraft is dismantled?"

"The Mark 60 developed by my Belet family isn't strong in combat power, barely resisting the Fourth Third Third Tier limit, but the speed is top-notch."

That person flashed across the sky triumphantly.

The speed was ridiculously fast, not the ultimate speed a physical body could reach.

Before they could even catch their breath.

The earth shook.

An aura that only the strong could feel, as if covering the firmament, pressed down from the horizon, even making the two recall the First Hokage they had seen in their youth.

That was the man known as the God of Shinobi.

That was a man truly as powerful as a god.

"You wait for me, Belet!"

A roar.

A monster with muscles like steel and six long legs dancing like a wheel of fire tore through the sound barrier, carrying a sonic boom cloud, smashing a fragment of Mount Mount Fuji weighing tens of thousands of tons into pieces, and plowing a deep, long trench into the earth as it went.

Orochimaru and Jiraiya looked at each other, numb.

They felt their faces burning with pain.

Muttering in their hearts that this wasn't scientific, this completely defied objective logic.

(Solomon: Nonsense, the Old Ones are anti-logic and anti-common sense.)

But he had always respected objective reality, so he smiled gloomily: "It seems we were arrogant, Ji..."

"Scared?"

Suddenly.

A large face squeezed in.

It was a native youth of about twenty, looking at him with a wink: "Buddy, you're not doing so well."

??

What is a piece of trash like you, whose aura just reached genin level, saying?

Orochimaru narrowed his eyes, emitting a dangerous aura.

In their world, it would be enough to scare a jonin into wetting themselves.

But...

"Buddy, this outfit of yours wasn't cheap, right? This vest feels like it could stop bullets, and these leg wraps... damn, this kunai is the real deal, so sharp, holy crap, this pale, this face is actually real?"

This man named Kitahara Iori wasn't afraid at all, playfully tugging at his skin.

He really almost stabbed this jerk to death with a kunai.

But in order to gather information, he endured it.

Only to find the man curling his lips: "I see it now, you guys are cosplaying ninjas~~"

Kitahara Iori looked disgusted, feeling that his coming over to test them was a mistake.

Yes.