Chapter 322

But their entire knight order was only about thirty people.

And here...

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

At least four hundred people, all at least First Rank transcendent, with dozens of continental masters, and even several invincible powerhouses qualified to compete for the top ten in the continent, lost the ability to speak.

This lineup...

Not counting existence-level anomalies like Reinhard, it was enough to slaughter their way through their world.

But in this crowd, based on his rough sensing, there were at least three to five groups no less than this one.

His whole body was trembling.

Is this the gold content of the Kingdom of God?

179. Ascendants, Orochimaru and Jiraiya

"The Kingdom of God?"

At the former foot of the mountain, now under the ring-shaped uplift.

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

Natural energy is very thin.

He wasn't surprised by the quality of the people rushing over.

On their side, the future Fourth War could pull out over eighty thousand mid-to-high-level ninja; transcendent beings were truly numerous, and a system had already been formed.

What surprised Orochimaru was how such weak natural energy could give birth to so many Genin and Chunin-level people.

He didn't pay too much attention to it either.

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

Although their world was difficult to directly absorb natural energy.

Everything was inseparable from its nourishment.

Otherwise, the food born under the natural energy concentration of this world, if you dared to risk your life refining chakra, your body would die for you to see.

Licking his tongue, Orochimaru smiled grimly.

It seems the only thing in this world worth his attention is the owner of that door.

Suddenly.

"Orochimaru, you guy, were you really hiding near Konoha?"

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

If it were near Konoha, it wouldn't be possible to come over so quickly.

Behind him.

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

"Lord Jiraiya, Lord Orochimaru."

Now that Orochimaru had left Konoha for only a few years, his former merits had not yet been forgotten.

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

Orochimaru split his mouth open.

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

"I just arrived, you tell me."

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

"Among them, only a few hundred reached the Genin level, about one hundred plus Chunin, and only two or three could be called Jonin."

Orochimaru nodded.

The ratio is very low.

But Jiraiya swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyes showing some fear: "But these are the civilians of their world!!!"

???

Orochimaru's mind went blank for a moment.

Are you kidding me?

Civilians?

Are you all ninjas?

The next moment.

Jiraiya continued to throw out a more terrifying fact: "Their world's total population, not precisely counted, is nearly ten billion."

Orochimaru was numb.

That is to say, it's possible their world's Genin count is more than the total population of the Ninja Continent.

Taking a deep breath, Orochimaru tried to calm down and said: "But with their natural energy concentration, peak powerhouses are hard to compare with..."

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

A burst of arrogant laughter came from afar.

The person's aura wasn't strong, at most Chunin, but the full-body armor with red patterns that carried him like a sword breaking the sound barrier made them change color.

That was an extremely strong sense of threat.

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

"So what if the aircraft disintegrates?"

"The Mark 60 developed by my Belet family, the combat power isn't strong, barely able to contend with the Fourth Rank limit, but the speed is top-notch."

That person proudly flashed past the sky.

The speed was ridiculously fast, not the extreme speed that 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 it covered the firmament, pressed down from the horizon, even making the two recall the First Hokage they saw when they were young.

That was the man known as the God of Shinobi.

That was a man truly as powerful as a god.

"You wait for me, old man, 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 Fuji weighing tens of thousands of tons to pieces, and plowing a deep, long trench into the earth as it left.

Orochimaru and Jiraiya looked at each other numbly.

Feeling their faces burning with pain.

Muttering in their hearts that this is unscientific, this completely doesn't conform to objective reality.

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

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

"Scared?"

Suddenly.

A big face squeezed over.

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

??

What are you, a piece of trash whose aura just reached Genin, saying?

Orochimaru narrowed his eyes, radiating a dangerous aura.

In their world, it would be enough to scare a Jonin into peeing.

But...

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

This man named Kitahara Iori wasn't afraid at all, giggling and pulling at his face.

He really almost stabbed this cheap person to death with a kunai.

But in order to probe for information, he endured it.

Only to find this person curling his lips: "I see, you guys are cosplaying as ninjas~~"

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

Yes. ===== CHAPTER 323 =====