At these moments, a scrawny orc and the clone of the enemy beside him were clashing chest to chest with a team consisting of six people. More precisely, while two men exactly identical to each other clashed their swords, the orc warrior was the target of five people each carrying a different weapon.
Severo, aware of his own power, was spending all his effort to hold the clone created by the enemy. According to his calculation, five people he created with the secret technique of his clan would be enough to defeat the half-orc.
This was a plan that could be successful in the long run, but the Number Two of the Black Lilies hadn't taken the changing balance of the battlefield into account. An arrow tearing past his ear would bring him to his senses. After this arrow, which would pierce his head if he didn't dodge instinctively to the side, he could notice three orcs appearing around him.
Even so, he couldn't stop; the image created from his own ominous soul energy had no intention to leave him an opportunity to breathe. Severo's energy poured onto his sword had decreased considerably; although he didn't want to at all, he had to take out one more ash-colored bead from his throat and break it over his weapon.
The commander of the Hell Realm forces sacrificed another 10% part from his soul essence; if he could stay alive today, it was possible for him to reverse his loss by refining the souls of his enemies.
While Severo, whose power came back after his precaution, started responding to the attacks of his image, five warriors he created had some guests.
The female warrior constantly cornering the half-orc with arrows she shot had become the prey of the archer of the Elite Ten targeting herself from the sky.
The short-haired woman formed from soul shaping was completely in a defensive state; if by any chance she stretched her bow, she was receiving a response with five arrows.
Together with her, the state of the other four people with close combat features wasn't very different either; the orc specialized in speed was pushing even more formidably with the power animal he rode on his back.
The biggest blow was the person dressed in black armors appearing at the back of the half-orc with the spear in his hand; he was attacking with his weapon painted in the color of blood he shed as if he wasn't the one giving the entire struggle.
The enemy consisted of people who died centuries ago eventually and whose souls weakened during the time they were imprisoned; how would they endure orcs tempered with the fire of war?
They were being dragged into a disadvantaged situation moment by moment; superiority on earth had passed completely to the Orc Steppes Army. The Army of Four Civilizations, losing two of its commanders, one being the Commander-in-Chief, couldn't escape melting since it was deprived of the help of the other two as well.
Their enemies had underestimated them; taking the Elite Ten and famous names into account, they had looked at others only as numbers. For warriors paying for this mistake they made with their lives right now, the situation was completely different; unit commanders blessed with the grace of at least two dungeons were blowing like a storm inside the unsupported enemy.
Especially names who took active duty throughout the liberation of the Orc Steppes were wreaking havoc; Kuyag, Vahşiduvar, Kübey were leading these. Most of the soldiers under their command had seen the Great War, and those remaining alive throughout the two years following it were walking slaughter machines.
While the situation on the ground was like this, the war of two people in the sky was continuing without cutting speed in a remote corner of the battlefield. While the golden-colored hawk glided in the air tired of maneuvering, the King Cobra, taking its thin tongue out from between its two giant teeth, was almost challenging it.
"Holy Virgin of the Golden Crown Maria de León, this is my last call to you. Our civilizations almost never clashed with each other directly; if you leave the battlefield today, we won't pursue you and your surviving disciples!"
While Bookworm supported his purple-colored protection shield, he continued attacking thanks to the snake phenomenon appearing behind him on the other hand. Seeing where the struggle was going, he had decided to grant a privilege to his enemy; his aim was to step back one step and hit remaining forces harder later.
"City Lord of Karsak, no need for politeness. After things came to this point, it is a must for one of us to die today; my civilization is not a place where there is tolerance for failure!"
"So it is like that, please don't blame me for being rude!"
Following the rejection of his offer, Bookworm increased the frequency of attacks; he had driven his power animal onto the enemy hiding behind a shield made of light together with himself.
"You talked too much, time to die for you!"
The beautiful woman started to tear off stones on her staff behind the barrier getting closer gradually; while each of them floated around her, the magnificent weapon would turn into only a piece of wood within ten seconds.
"I will finish you off even if it costs me my magic crystals I accumulated for years!"
Disciples of the Lands of Light were using the energy they called spiritual power to use magic. The duty of stones on their staffs was to enlarge their destructive powers by increasing the frequency of these energies.
Maria de León was murmuring her magical words while however many crystals she had in her hand floated around her; a spiral had appeared at the tip of her staff turned into plain wood. The spiral swallowing magic crystals in the surrounding by turning them into dust was growing gradually; finally, when no crystal remained to use, the mouth of the beautiful woman stopped moving too.
"Judgment of Light, Absolute Swallow!"
The giant vortex formed in the sky above her was occupying an area of two hundred meters in diameter; with the order of the beautiful woman, its target was the direction where Bookworm was.
Seeing the attack coming onto him at full speed, the scrawny orc continued to float calmly; the only thing he did was to recall his power animal to its place, to the tattoo on his arm.
Although they stood far from each other, Absolute Swallow was both a fast and wide-ranged attack; judging by the area it pulled inside while advancing, it was mighty too. All eyes except Severo and the area around him had turned to it; someone from the Orc Steppes Army had fallen into a difficult situation.
"Bookworm!"
Wind of Death wouldn't start running toward her brother; following her, all Elite Ten members who were free had also set out.
"Stop!"
The group trying to throw themselves in front of the attack would be stopped by a thundering voice. The orc changing everything upon stepping onto the battlefield was speaking.
"Trust my son!"
Alyon's roar had scattered to four sides and echoed even in the farthest corner. Everyone was stunned due to the might it contained, but the meaning of these words was very different for one person.
For the first time since the day he was born, Alyon was mentioning him as 'my son' in front of everyone; the eyes of the scrawny orc floating on a purple cloud in the sky had filled with tears.
Bookworm wiped those trickling from his eyes slowly with one hand; immediately after, looking at the attack leaning against his door, he shouted.
"Lineage power second level - Golden Boy!"
The golden armor on him was dissolving rapidly; his dark green skin had come to light. The purple color of his eyes was slowly turning into golden yellow. When he opened his hands to two sides, many wagons found in the headquarters of the Orc Steppes Army would be torn to pieces.
While yellow dust clouds rose from inside them, the direction of all of them was the big vortex targeting Bookworm. The rapidly rotating spiral was swallowing golden dusts; as it swallowed, new ones were rising from the ground.
A short time later, the rotation speed of Absolute Swallow dropped dramatically; the density of gold was rendering the feature of the magical technique ineffective. This wasn't the only reason; Bookworm, manipulating yellow dust clouds rising from the ground, had disabled the opponent's attack completely by starting a movement opposite to the rotation direction of the technique.
The dispersal of the gigantic attack had been a magnificent event, but the gazes of the entire Orc Steppes Army were now on Bookworm surrounded by a yellow dust cloud. The scrawny orc lived inside his loose purple robe after two years of seclusion; although he made everyone seeing him feel a sense of danger, no one guessed he possessed such power.
The crowd whose eyes opened wide was satisfied; the mysterious City Lord of Karsak was proving his maturity. Unlike the crowd, Bookworm who opened the second level of his lineage power wouldn't be content with this; while grasping the purple cloud standing under him with one hand, he started collecting the golden sprinkle standing scattered in the air with the other.