132: The god coughed up blood, and the angel ran away with the wheelchair overnight.

“Cough…cough, cough!”

Violent coughing tore at Nagato’s lungs, as if it would rip his entire chest cavity apart.

His emaciated body suddenly arched forward, and a mouthful of hot blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs, splattered onto the cold metal control panel.

Sizzle—

Heaven Realm’s “God’s Perspective” overlooking the battlefield violently shook, distorted, and finally flickered with blinding static.

The majesty of a god, teetering on the brink.

“Nagato!”

Konan’s hand pressed against his trembling back, her gentle Chakra attempting to flow in, but it was rudely repelled by a more violent and chaotic force.

It felt like trying to extinguish a forest fire with a cup of water.

Just then, Konan’s expression drastically changed.

Thousands of paper butterflies scattered within the base’s outer rock layers simultaneously sent back the most urgent alert.

Three powerful, condensed Chakras, brimming with undisguised killing intent, were rapidly approaching from three different directions, forming a perfect encirclement!

Their target was precisely this last hiding place beneath their feet.

“We’ve been exposed, we must leave immediately!” Konan’s voice was urgent and firm.

Nagato, however, paid her no mind.

His bloodshot Rinnegan stared intently ahead.

Heaven Realm was being besieged, desperately dodging within an impenetrable net of firepower.

It was the humiliation of being toyed with by ants.

“God…” He squeezed out a voice as hoarse as a broken bellows, “There is no retreat.”

His eyes gleamed with a crazed obsession: “World peace must be forged with absolute terror!”

Konan abruptly moved in front of him, blocking his line of sight with her body. For the first time, a nearly scolding anger ignited in her orange eyes.

“Look at yourself! You’re dying!”

She pointed at the shocking pool of blood on the control panel, her voice trembling.

“The peace Yahiko wanted isn’t for you to trade your life for a meaningless victory!”

The two words “Yahiko” were like a red-hot iron needle, piercing deeply into the softest, most painful part of Nagato’s heart.

His body trembled violently.

Before his eyes, it was as if that endless rainy day reappeared, his best friend’s warm blood soaking his clothes, as he lay in his arms, using his last strength to say he wanted to change this decaying world.

His fists instantly clenched, sharp fingernails digging deep into the flesh of his palms.

“It is precisely for Yahiko…”

He forcefully squeezed out his remaining life force, attempting to regain stable control of Heaven Realm.

“I must make ‘Pain’ an invincible myth!”

…

Meanwhile, outside the base.

Granny Chiyo’s eyes snapped open, her wrinkled face showing an expression of ghostly horror.

“The barrier… it’s Invalidation! I see it, the outline of the entrance!”

She abruptly turned to Maki beside her, her voice filled with deep confusion.

“Maki, the Chakra inside feels too bizarre!”

“One is like a vast but long-dead ‘Chakra fossil,’ cold, solidified, without a trace of life.”

“Another is like a piece of paper in a storm, fragile, fluttering, yet incredibly resilient.”

Maki frowned deeply: “And what else?”

“There’s a third…” Granny Chiyo’s voice lowered, as if she doubted her own perception, “It’s from the same source as that ‘Pain’ on the battlefield, but it’s extremely faint, like… like a candle flame about to go out in the wind!”

She paused, then uttered the conclusion that even she found absurd.

“This doesn’t look like a complete combat squad at all! It’s more like a tomb, with an ancient corpse lying inside, guarded by a weak woman and a… dying patient!”

Maki’s eyes twitched as he listened, what was all this nonsense?

But he trusted his own judgment more: “Whether there’s a patient or a dead person inside, as long as it’s a member of the Akatsuki Organization, kill them on sight!”

Before his words faded, several figures had already arrived at their designated positions from different directions.

Boom!!!

A tremendous explosion instantly erupted, tearing a massive gap in the solid rock!

Their hiding place was completely exposed!

“Chakra fossil… paper…”

Maki repeated these two words softly, a glint flashing in his eyes.

The scattered bits of information about Akatsuki Organization members that the Kazekage had obtained from Konoha instantly connected in his mind.

A woman who uses paper as her Ninjutsu, and a mysterious leader who can inject Chakra into corpses to control them remotely.

The so-called “God” was merely a Puppet Master hiding behind the scenes.

He no longer hesitated.

“Whether they’re dead or alive inside!” Maki’s voice was as cold as ice, “Prepare to use B-rank Earth Release: Crushing Earth Palm to flip this mountain for me! Zi Luo, prepare for a forced assault, don’t let anything escape!”

Inside the base.

Violent tremors came from above, the groaning of the rock clearly audible.

Nagato, through Pain’s eyes, stared intently at the enemy named Myriad Form Heavenly Craft.

That wasn’t a battle at all.

It was a dissection.

Every raise of Heaven Realm’s hand, every condensation of Chakra, was preemptively dismantled and interrupted by the opponent in an inconceivable way.

Like a meticulous craftsman disassembling a crudely made toy.

That kind of complete dominance, from power to tactics, from philosophy to perception, finally cracked a barely perceptible fissure in his inner, impregnable “God’s Barrier.”

For the first time, he doubted his own “God’s power.”

Seeing the flicker of hesitation in Nagato’s eyes, and the massive Earth Release Chakra rapidly gathering from the rock layers above, Konan knew there was no time left.

She quietly stepped back, forming a complex hand seal behind her back.

Hum—

The countless explosive tags covering the base’s walls, ceiling, and floor did not detonate.

They silently softened and peeled away, converging like flowing silk, beginning to rearrange, combine, and connect, forming the nascent shape of a giant “Paper Release: Ark” leading to a backup escape tunnel.

This was her last resort, prepared long ago, to forcibly take Nagato away.

The ground tremors grew increasingly violent.

Nagato sensed the impending attack from outside and also perceived Konan’s intention.

He was unwilling to give up!

“Roar—!”

A suppressed growl burst from his throat as he attempted one last struggle, pouring all his remaining Chakra and life force into Heaven Realm.

He wanted to unleash a Super Shinra Tensei, beyond his limits!

However, his body was already on its last legs.

As Chakra began to condense, the dozens of black rods connected to his spine suddenly erupted with blinding electrical sparks!

Sizzle—!

An irresistible, soul-rending Pain shot from his spine, instantly shattering his last will.

“Pfft—!”

He violently spat out a large mouthful of blood mixed with internal organ fragments, and his vision completely plunged into darkness.

The control panel was covered in viscous blood, emitting a “sizzling” short-circuiting sound, and Heaven Realm’s perspective on the screen instantly turned into dead static.

On the battlefield, Heaven Realm, who was being besieged by countless mechanical arms, suddenly froze.

The crimson light in his Rinnegan dimmed, and then, using his last bit of repulsive force, he propelled himself and the other five Paths far away, escaping the battlefield.

The moment Nagato completely lost consciousness.

Konan’s “Paper Release: Ark” was instantly completed.

It transformed into a massive, pure white paper cocoon, gently enveloping Nagato along with his large, tube-laden seat, isolating them from all impending impacts.

Without the slightest hesitation, she hoisted the heavy white cocoon onto her back and rushed towards the secret passage she had prepared earlier.

Rumble—!!!

The mountain was violently torn open by an unparalleled force, creating a hideous hole.

Rubble and dust surged in like a tsunami.

Maki, Granny Chiyo, and Zi Luo, along with the Sunagakure elite, rushed into the chaotic scene immediately.

What met the eyes of the Sunagakure shinobi was an empty stone platform, a burnt-out control panel, and…

A figure standing at the entrance of a deep, dark passage.

She exuded a chilling killing intent, a pair of massive paper wings silently unfurling behind her, obscuring the darkness within the passage.

Like an angel of judgment descending in a myth.

Granny Chiyo’s pupils slightly constricted; this scene bore a striking resemblance to her earlier perception.

A woman, guarding a “tomb.”

Konan looked at them calmly, her gaze sweeping over Maki, then Granny Chiyo, finally settling on Maki. Her orange eyes held a resolute determination capable of freezing everything.

“The Akatsuki’s Angel awaits.”