Only this small word could come out of her barely opened mouth. With her command, the blood spikes would target Resbaladizo, the Fifth Demon of the Hell Realm Royal Family. The white-skinned man wore a more serious expression than ever before. His sword had now lost its shape, taking on a form composed entirely of flames.
The blood spikes flying toward him were almost right in front of his eyes; He, however, was waiting with his sword, which he gripped by the hilt with both hands, pulled completely behind him. One final breath remained until the collision; at that moment, Resbaladizo swung the sword made of flames with all his might. The sky was surrendering to the duel of two great techniques.
These two forces resisted each other for a long time. The orcs on the battlefield, whether loyal to Alyon or the Main Orc Tribe forces, were watching as if their lives depended on it. It wasn't a wrong term because when the Fifth Demon attacked, he didn't distinguish between friend and foe. He swung his sword to kill whoever was in the area he set his eyes on.
For a not insignificant amount of time, a blood-red cloud and a sea composed of flames struggled with all their might to overcome one another. Finally, a deafening explosion occurred. After this event, whose impact was enough to hurl hundreds of thousands of people on the ground, only the last throes of the flames of a bloody wound remained on the chest of the starless dark night.
They too disappeared within a few breaths. There was such silence in the environment that the orcs could even hear the heartbeats of those next to them. Following the terrifying collision, the condition of both sides was the most important issue; this duel of attacks seemed to have ended in a draw.
"Incredible! I wonder how many years it has been since someone emerged who pushed me this hard?"
Resbaladizo could no longer display himself in the sky as before. His face soaked with sweat, he was catching his breath while planting both feet on the soil. Since he had to spend a large amount of energy, he was acting cautiously and restricting his movements. On the other side, Nafız's condition was not heartwarming at all. He had pushed himself so hard that every moment he stood, his whole body tasted a pain equivalent to being pricked by millions of needles.
"I assume that was your final move. I cannot allow someone talented like you to appear before me even more matured in the future. Now do me a favor and agree to come with me to the Hell Realm without making me kill you."
The white-skinned Demon was right. To protect the other orcs, Nafız had used the power and technique he inherited from his master to the limit of his current level. He had the strength neither to speak nor to answer an attack. With blank eyes, he looked at the man calling out to him.
The Fifth Demon decided to make a small change in his plan after the last attack. His goal was now to slaughter everyone remaining after taking the orc who used a high-level Blood Technique with him.
The speech he just made was merely to satisfy his arrogant pleasures because he had already started walking toward the frail female orc trembling like a leaf. It didn't take long for him to reach Nafız's side with quick steps. The black-cloaked man extended his hand like a vice toward his victim's neck.
"Take your hands off my master!"
At the same time, eighteen knives appeared above him, and all aimed at the man's extended right hand. Resbaladizo threw himself back a few steps, yet Sangre's claws appeared right before his eyes. The Fifth Demon didn't slow down; he was retreating with rapid steps. Although he sought an opportunity to counterattack, he couldn't find one.
He wasn't falling into the trap the Black Lily Clan Elder fell into; his careful gaze was constantly on the blow hiding in the projection. As he fled, his opponent continued to attack without slowing down. The blood-red gleam of Sangre's eyes was constantly changing places like fireflies flying in the night.
"A second Vampiric Transformation in such a short time, but still a very weak potion. You can't even awaken half of its normal effects!"
As soon as he finished his words, Resbaladizo, planting his right foot firmly on the ground, hurled himself ten steps back. Without wasting any time, he raised his sword, which exceeded six spans in length, above his head; what followed would be a scene of him sending consecutive slashes. With every swing, a sword slash composed of fire mixed into the air and headed toward Sangre. A few breaths later, dozens of them covered the orc warrior's field of vision.
The orc warrior didn't flee back; taking his eighteen knives in front of him, he began to clash with the incoming attacks. He would rather die than witness the event from a moment ago; he would either achieve his goal or be wasted for this cause. Indeed, the Fifth Demon had no intention of stopping. The Blood Warrior, who had come halfway, couldn't advance even a step. The sword slashes composed of flames didn't end, but Sangre's transformation had ended. As soon as this happened, with the first blow he took, he was hurled like a kite with a broken string.
"Stubborn bastard! I won't grant you an easy death!"
Resbaladizo was very angry. This duel had caused him to lose time and energy unnecessarily. He swung his sword toward the orc warrior lying on the ground, and two words spilled from his lips.
"Fire Cage!"
A large piece of fire separated from his weapon and set off toward where Sangre was. These flames, clustering over the exhausted orc, turned into a cage made of bars in the blink of an eye. Sangre was trapped inside a small cell surrounded on four sides; due to the impact of the blow he took, he could only stand up very slowly.
"So you haven't given up. Seeing you move is starting to annoy me!"
The Fifth Demon performed a gripping motion toward the void with the hand not holding the sword and closed his fingers tightly. At the same time, the orc who had straightened up screamed in pain. He froze where he was, as if a force was taking his body into the palms of its hands.
Nafız was witnessing what was happening. His brain in despair and his heart scorched with ambition were screaming madly, but his exhausted body was in no condition to answer either.
Another female orc's voice woke him from this impasse he had fallen into. This person was very close; she was even putting her hand on his shoulder.
"Sir, the moment you give the order, I will send both of you to the farthest point!"
This person was Kübey. With Khan, whom she carried with one hand, she had come to the most dangerous place on the battlefield without blinking an eye. Judging by the tone of her speech, she was very sure of what she said. She intended to remove both Nafız and Khan from here using the equipment she obtained from the reward dungeon.
She hadn't been idle during the time that passed. As a result of her determined and disciplined work, she could now apply her technique on two people at the same time. What happened was taking place in front of everyone's eyes. Even though it was painful and they never wanted to accept it, they understood that it was impossible to resist the power of the black-cloaked man.
They knew that Nafız fought for them, which was why he was in a miserable state along with his student Sangre. None of them raised a voice against Kübey abducting him and Khan, who carried their future hopes.
"Run, master! As long as you live, you can take our revenge!"
Sangre shouted despite the pressure on him. His only hope was the salvation of the person who gave him a purpose in life along with his power. It was he who gave them their freedom when he was treated like trash along with his father. It was the same person who enabled him to exceed his limits and escape the inadequate body he was trapped in.
"Shut your mouth!"
Resbaladizo squeezed his fist a little tighter. He was beginning to hate this orc, who shouldn't even be able to breathe let alone speak, down to his bones.
"Listen to me well, female orc! I assume the warrior beside you has an ability that can send both of you far away, and it seems impossible for me to prevent this!"
The Fifth Demon was speaking calmly. Not the loudness of his voice, but the words he chose would determine the importance of what he would say.
"I offer you an option; if you come with me, I will forget what happened today and spare the lives of all orc warriors!"