The Witcher - As Uchiha Madara! - Chapter 146 - The Battle Between the South and the North 13.

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Third Person POV

Northern kingdoms.

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“Fire Style: Magnificent Fire Annihilation!”

In the next moment, Madara unleashed his most powerful long-range jutsu. His mouth erupted in a burst of flames, exploding in front of him.

“What is ...” The Nilfgaardian soldiers couldn’t even react as the light of the flames blinded them, and in the next moment, they were consumed by the inferno. The fire began to spread through that side of the army, consuming more than 5,000 men in moments—a stark contrast to the time he used the same jutsu with 20 clones and killed over 2,000 soldiers during his first battle against the Nilfgaardian army.

The flames radiated light, heat, destruction, and death. Men screamed in agony before being reduced to ashes, but their cries were soon drowned out by the roaring intensity of the fire. Madara kept spewing flames, creating an unstoppable hellscape. The heat was so overwhelming that no one could even get close enough to try and stop him. All they could do was watch, terror-stricken, as thousands of their comrades were brutally burned alive.

From the Northern army’s perspective, the explosion was clearly visible. The flames expanded through the central part of the enemy army, advancing toward the Nilfgaardian general and their mages. The mages quickly began preparing spells in a desperate attempt to contain the flames before they reached them.

“This... this is unbelievable!” the Nilfgaardian general murmured, fear gleaming in his eyes. He could manage no more than a whisper as he witnessed the scale of the devastation.

On the Northern side, whether it was General Kaelen, the king, or other military leaders, all were left speechless as they watched the devastation caused by the flames in the area where magical attacks had previously been launched.

“What kind of power is this...?” murmured Tissaia, observing the sheer scale of destruction. Fire magic had been banned among sorcerers and mages for many years due to its extreme danger. Yet even in her darkest nightmares, she had never imagined witnessing someone wield such power on this scale. The flames consumed lives without resistance, spreading through thousands of men. The cries of those dying in the inferno echoed across the battlefield.

“What a terrible power...” Yennefer murmured, equally incredulous. She was just as stunned, sharing the same sentiment as her colleagues. She had never imagined the boy already possessed such strength.

The soldiers of the Northern army watched in silence, swallowing hard. None of them wanted to be caught in the middle of something like that. They could only watch the devastation from afar, their blood running cold at the thought of being a Nilfgaardian in that moment.

In the Nilfgaardian army, chaos reigned. The general was paralyzed, terror-stricken as he watched thousands of men consumed by the flames. Soldiers desperately tried to flee, but the sheer number of people prevented them from moving away from the area. Those close to the flames screamed in pain—even without being directly touched by the fire, the unbearable heat made their skin burn.

“I don’t want to fight! I want to get out of here!” a young Nilfgaardian soldier stammered, trembling, his helmet poorly adjusted. His eyes were wide with terror as he watched the massacre. No one had ever imagined facing something so overwhelming, and this feeling spread to everyone near the area where Madara fought.

Finally, the flames began to subside, though they still burned across the battlefield, generating smoke in all directions. As Madara stopped his jutsu, he didn’t pause. He quickly began performing another sequence of hand seals.

“Fire Style: Infernal Descent of the Dragons!”

His eyes shone intensely as he aimed at the sky. Once again, he puffed out his cheeks and unleashed another burst of flames. This time, the flames divided into several massive fireballs that ascended, creating a terrifying spectacle.

The fireballs began to descend, taking the form of flaming dragons that rained down on the battlefield in multiple locations. Each dragon’s head was accompanied by a thunderous roar, and the Nilfgaardian soldiers watched in utter despair, unable to comprehend what they were seeing. Their eyes reflected the incoming flames as the dragons collided with their positions.

BOOOOOM!
BOOOOOM!
BOOOOOM!
BOOOOOM!
BOOOOOM!

The dragon-shaped flames continued to consume the battlefield. The Nilfgaardian soldiers could only watch, not knowing what to do, as devastating explosions erupted in the midst of what had once been an army of 150,000 men, their numbers rapidly dwindling. Screams echoed from all directions as people desperately tried to escape.

“Tell the general we need to get out of here!” a terrified soldier shouted.

“My lord, we can’t let this continue!” an officer exclaimed, addressing General Menno. He was stunned, watching his men fall one by one, the army being decimated before the battle had even truly begun.

“Quick! Kill the boy! Don’t let him cause more chaos!” roared General Menno, clearly shaken by the devastation Madara had unleashed, watching everything from a distance. He observed in disbelief as what remained of his army shrank by the second. It was hard to accept that all this destruction was being caused by a single person—or worse, a teenager.

The Nilfgaardian mages, like the general himself, were terrified. There was no precedent for the power they were witnessing. No human being should have been capable of wielding such mastery over fire, where, in an instant, lives were consumed. In their minds, Madara was a monster, something beyond comprehension, and fear of the Uchiha spread like a plague through both armies.

In the mountains, allied mages from the chapter watched the scene with wide eyes. The scale of destruction was so vast that it was visible even from over a thousand meters away. They had finally reached a vantage point where they could view the battlefield. They were there to support the fight, but what they saw left them unsettled.

“What’s happening down there?” murmured one of the sorcerers, unable to look away from the apocalyptic scene. The two armies were positioned opposite each other, but only one was being consumed by the flames and explosions tearing through their ranks.

“Someone’s fighting... It must be that boy,” Keira commented, recalling how Madara had used flames to burn the forest and fight against the black fire of that creature during the battle when he had helped them.

It was hard to believe what they were witnessing.

“That boy... He’s some kind of monster. How can anyone be so strong?” an older sorcerer muttered.

“We don’t have time for this now. Let’s prepare for our mission. We might also need to launch an attack at any moment, so it’s better to be ready,” Coral said, raising her voice to halt the discussion. The other mages and sorcerers silently agreed.

Meanwhile, the explosions continued within the Nilfgaardian army. Madara, amidst the smoke and flames, began to move again, reaching superhuman speeds. He was like a shadow, a harbinger of death passing among the soldiers. People could barely see him before they were struck down, their deaths swift and precise.

Madara continuously picked up swords from the ground, swapping them out whenever one cracked under the sheer force of his strikes. He sliced through armor as if it were paper, leaving a trail of blood and severed heads in his wake.

Even those who managed to react to him didn’t last long. He parried their swords with just a few movements before killing them, moving on to the next group. Soldiers screamed, only able to glimpse his crimson eyes for a moment before dying in the next. His Sharingan spun and glowed like a god of death on that battlefield, slaughtering without resistance.

The Nilfgaardian mages began to respond, following the general’s orders to stop Madara. Portals appeared where Madara was fighting, but he didn’t care; he charged at the black-clad soldiers to their despair.

The mages, seeing this, believed they had an opening against the Uchiha. One of them launched a direct attack, firing a lightning bolt that seemed to hit Madara dead on. However, the boy’s body dissolved into smoke, and a wooden log appeared in his place, revealing that he had used the Body Substitution technique—though the mages could not have known this.

The mage, stunned, had no time to react before his head was severed by Madara’s blade, which struck from behind.

Another mage attempted to attack but was struck by a kunai before he could complete his spell. Moments later, a metal star infused with wind chakra flew toward a third mage, slicing him in half before he could react. The cutting jutsu continued its relentless path, moving in a straight line through the army’s ranks, leaving a trail of blood and mutilated soldiers as it cut through everything it touched.

“Wind Style: Great Rupture!”

The screams of terror echoed as Madara unleashed another wind jutsu, which quickly spread across the battlefield. The force of the wind lifted dozens of men into the air, slicing them apart and tossing them like ragdolls. Many fell from fatal heights, their bodies smashed against the ground in a grisly rain of men. The survivors were gravely injured, with broken bones and cries of agony.

This marked yet another scene of chaos on the battlefield. Soldiers from both the Nilfgaardian and Northern armies stared at the spectacle, frozen. Though they couldn’t see the details from afar, they could witness the jutsus being launched and hear the screams, observing the complete devastation Madara wreaked upon his enemies. It was on a much greater scale than his first battle, where he had relied mostly on Shadow Clones.

Quickly, more ninja stars, enveloped in wind chakra, were launched. They tore through soldiers in straight lines, shredding them as blood continued to spill across the battlefield. More and more soldiers tried to distance themselves from Madara, realizing that he was no ordinary human. They wanted to flee as fast as possible, terrified of dying like animals.

The battlefield remained engulfed in flames, terror-filled screams, and desperate men trying to escape, even without limbs. Madara stopped after casting his last jutsu, standing at the center of a sea of corpses and flames. His crimson eyes scanned all directions, searching for enemies who had yet to appear.

The Nilfgaardian soldiers, trembling with fear, watched Madara from as far away as possible. No one wanted to face him anymore. He had, on his own, wiped out over 15,000 lives in such a short amount of time—something unimaginable for anyone in this world. And there he stood, a mere boy in human form, instilling terror in the minds and hearts of everyone who witnessed his power as he took lives without hesitation.

Madara, however, made no further moves. He remained silent and still, as no one dared to attack him again.

The Nilfgaardian general was anxious, unsure of what to do. He still had mages by his side, but even they refused to advance. They looked at the general, pleading not to be sent forward, as all their comrades had been slaughtered in mere seconds like ants. Despite being some of the most powerful and high-status individuals in the world, they were nothing compared to the monster who had infiltrated their army.

Then, a trumpet sounded from the other side of the battlefield. All eyes turned to the Northern army, which had begun advancing directly against Nilfgaard with loud cries.

“Now!” shouted Thorne, seizing the opportunity Madara had created. He led the Northern troops, advancing quickly while the Nilfgaardians were still disorganized and panicking.

“Form up! Don’t let the Northerners breach us!” ordered the Nilfgaardian general, trying to regain control. But his soldiers, still shaken, hesitated, torn between facing the Northern army or the monster standing amidst their ranks.

With the general’s repeated orders, the soldiers began to form ranks, but their disadvantage was already evident. The Northern army charged with full force, taking advantage of their momentum. The Nilfgaardians had lost their archers—it was too late to organize a line of them—as the Northerners drew closer and closer.

In the mountains, the allied mages of the North observed their troops’ advance against the Nilfgaardians.

“Quickly, let’s begin the spell!” shouted one of the older sorcerers.

The mages immediately began their preparations. The Northern attack was underway, and they knew they had to act fast to secure victory.

The North had finally launched its assault against the South.

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Raccoon Here:

I’m writing a bloodbath, but I believe this is exactly how it would happen. Madara eliminated 10% of the Nilfgaardian army in less than 10 minutes.