"What impudence is this? Using poison where I am!"
An angry voice rippled across the dome of the sky. Before a breath had passed, a large shockwave would follow it. A blast of hot air driven by raging flames was occurring outward from the area covered by the green fog. The Fifth Demon was very angry; the fire flower patterns on the cape of the same color he wore over his black outfit were beginning to dance.
Most of his anger was due to the poisons Nafız had managed to make based on his master's recipes, but there was actually one more matter. When he was surrounded by the poison cloud, the Elite Ten members in the vicinity and Sangre had also pointed their weapons at the man.
Feeling these through his flame shield as well, Resbaladizo would feel humiliated. He was one of the ten most powerful people under the command of the power ruling the Hell Realm. How could the orcs, whom they described as barbarians and mentioned with all kinds of bad jokes when their names came up, find the courage to attack him?
"It seems I need to teach you a lesson you won't forget today! I will shatter the power you possess, which I don't know where you obtained in these barren lands, down to its smallest crumb!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped lightly, lifting himself about ten steps above the ground. Now the entire battlefield was within his field of vision. When he extended his right arm to the side of his body, a sword coming from nothingness appeared in his hand. The body of this weapon was gold, its guard and hilt were silver. A moment after it appeared, its four-finger-wide blade caught fire and awaited the command of its owner, who had fixed his eyes on the Elite Ten.
"A group of losers tried to learn combat techniques without looking at their lineage. The time has come for you to learn the difference between yourselves and a true master!"
Flames separating from the slowly swinging sword headed toward the ten warriors whose jet-black armor was covered in blood, accompanied by humiliating words. It wasn't a single attack coming; it was more like a hailstorm consisting of large pieces of fire. It left the Elite Ten nowhere to run. There were thousands of orcs around them; undoubtedly, all their lives were in danger, but these were times when everyone had to worry about their own life.
"Gather up!"
Although the ten warriors were somewhat scattered, they stood almost in the same place. With the command of an orc appearing among them, they immediately came side by side. The pieces of fire also reached their target simultaneously; they opened deep holes where they fell and turned whoever they touched into ash.
Only those inside the transparent green barrier were unharmed. The pieces of fire hitting it lost all their properties and blended into nothingness. For the eleven people, there was no longer a danger of death. At least they were safe until the energy stored inside Asiyürek's equipment ran out.
"Thanks, commander! We owe you our lives!"
The speaker would be number nine. It might have seemed strange for him to say these things while possessing an impenetrable shield, but the truth of the matter was exactly as he said. He could block the fire particles raining down from the sky like hail with his shield, but he wasn't sure how long he could withstand this in his current physical condition.
Although the Elite Ten, whose lives were saved, were relieved, their insides were seared with pain. The screams of their kinsmen dying horribly right next to them were in their ears. They clenched their fists in helplessness because if they stepped out of this shield, they would die. Attacking from where they were was also out of the question; they were completely sidelined.
"How can such equipment be in these lands? Who is helping you?"
Resbaladizo could not guess that all the abnormalities came from the reward dungeons. From his perspective, everything happening was the plan of a power from outside the continent. Just as he was buried in thought, a feeling he had experienced many times gripped his heart; he was in mortal danger. When he lifted his eyes, he saw two arrows flying toward him, almost about to pierce his body.
He immediately changed his stance. As he was hurled sideways, he used the sword in his hand to block an arrow. He struck the arrow he thought was most dangerous with his weapon; this move would result in his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
'These are Abarran's lost weapons. The Tower of Terror, the bow said to be made for his daughter. How can it be, that incoming arrow carried pure blood power. Or are my thoughts true? Is the Holy Blood Sect behind these orcs?'
In the time that would pass in a blink of an eye, Resbaladizo considered all possibilities and made his decision. First the Vampiric Transformation and then the two bows he saw pointed to a single address. His anger evaporated as if it were steam; he abandoned the decision to burn everywhere his eye could see. His priority changed to collecting evidence and witnesses from these lands.
The position of Fifth Demon wasn't enough for him; the opportunity he had been seeking for years had come to his feet. He would kill two birds with one stone. He would both protect Siyahayı's throne with the order he received from the Union and pull the plug on the Holy Blood Sect, the arch-enemy of his own sect.
He made his plan within a few breaths. First, he would destroy all witnesses, and then he would return to his own lands taking the two people he chose.
He had already finished off the Second Army. With his single attack, tens of thousands of orcs were breathing their last in agony. Now it was the turn of those remaining inside the ruined walls; while gliding gently in that direction, he was directing a massive amount of energy into the sword in his hand.
This attitude caused a person watching him on the ground to panic. The Blood God understood Resbaladizo's intention from the energy he directed to his weapon and his gaze carrying murderous intent.
In his target was the place where his friend Alyon and Khan, the future hope of the orcs, were located. It was certain that not a single person would survive if he repeated his attack from a moment ago. The man gliding calmly while his black cloak waved in the air had to be stopped urgently.
Nafız concluded that he could not stop the Fifth Demon by normal means. The warriors under his command were tired, the mechanical tools were dysfunctional. When he examined Sangre out of the corner of his eye, he saw that he also had many wounds from previous battles and they were still bleeding.
He had to end this war in a single move. Like his enemy, he also came to a decision and, withdrawing his daggers, directed his energy to the blood that had formed a river on the battlefield. First, bubbles began to appear in a few places; before a few breaths passed, these places multiplied, eventually causing the blood spread across the battlefield to boil and bubble.
Drop by drop, the blood rose into the air. They seemed to have received an order to cluster in front of Resbaladizo. The only reason for these was none other than the frail female orc on the ground. Her goal was to repeat the technique she had used earlier to take Astute's life on a massive scale. All that happened didn't take ten breaths. The field of vision of the white-skinned Demon gliding in the air was now covered with a blood-red cloud.
"It cannot be, how can you use this technique? The bastards! How can they reveal their hidden secrets to someone outside their sect?"
The Fifth Demon, looking at the blood droplets slowly taking the shape of spikes, was screaming in rage. The next moment, the flames on the body of the sword in his hand grew several times larger and began to shine dazzlingly in the dark night.
On the ground, Nafız was in a very difficult situation. For the first time, he was using the blood technique for an attack on such a large scale. Disregarding the blood oozing from his eyes, ears, and nose, he pushed himself to his limits to make the final move.
"Die!"