The Elite Ten and Alyon dove into the heart of the battle without asking questions. Fifty disciples were about to reach Number One when his friends met them right in front of him. Weapons coated in energy met with whips and spears; golden-colored Chakrams glided through them, severing their owners' arms from their bodies.
"Strike my warriors, kill! The Orc Steppes have come to pay their debt to the treacherous Queen!"
"Warrior's Wrath!"
The orc warrior Alyon used his Bloodline Power; the black energy breaking off from his body blended into the dark night and mixed with the clouds.
The hundred disciples were the best of the best within their sects, but facing them was an orc using bloodline power, and this was a feeling they were tasting for the first time. Their movements slowed down, their control over their energies scattered, and the Elite Ten showed no mercy.
More than twenty disciples fell in the first attack; the souls sent by Number One continued to block the path of the enemies advancing towards Nafız.
"Idiots, you couldn't even destroy a handful of barbarians!"
"Oje, go!"
Eyshan couldn't bear to watch what was happening in front of her; she sent the Holy Eye Sect Sheikh upon the enemy she dubbed a handful.
"As you command!"
As Oje shot from his place and advanced to the front, three hundred disciples broke through the wave of soul warriors and reached their targets; the two Sheikhs and their few warriors were in attack range.
"Since you've come this far, your death will be by my hands!"
Holy Bone Hueso raised his riddled arms in the air and pointed his fingers at the enemy; a moment later, his hands, with bone bullets shooting from their tips, practically turned into deadly weapons.
"Stone Shield!"
Shields of matte black stone formed in front of the disciples; if they hadn't formed, more than half of them wouldn't have a head right now.
"Bitch Tierra, you finally managed to step onto the battlefield!"
"What bold words for a fossil hiding underground for years!"
The eternal enemies came face to face; their hatred had spanned centuries, but today one of them wouldn't breathe enough to talk anymore. The advance of the three hundred disciples couldn't be stopped; the task belonged to Atractivo.
"Holy Fire and Holy Ice, the two halves of the medallion have come together for me. Come on, let's see what you've got!"
The Handsome Sheikh met the two rapidly approaching Sheikhs in mid-air; pale blue and fire red had already surrounded him.
The enemy's breath was on Nafız and Jashua's necks; when they took a battle stance with the survivors next to them, something they never expected happened.
"Blood Dome!"
After covering their surroundings with his technique, Atractivo reeled off his orders.
"Jashua, support the shield with your power! Nafız, thin the enemy's numbers with your arrows, and Lareina, do what you were born to do!"
Even though Nafız, who was about to attack with the daggers coming out of her bracelets, was bewildered by the order, she saw fit to draw her bow when she looked at the Holy Blood Sect Sheikh's face. Atractivo was more serious and at the same time more determined than she had ever seen him before.
While the Blood Dome from which attacks could be made outward was one of Nafız's techniques, Atractivo hadn't shown that he possessed it until now, but judging by the arrow shooting from her bow, someone believed in him.
What was said truly happened, and the arrow entered the body of an enemy caught off guard from the front and came out the back. At the same time, energy attacks rained down on the Blood Dome; the red shield was vibrating relentlessly.
Jashua made the Blood Dome untouchable by adding his technique; the three hundred disciples didn't have the might to breach it. They also chose to concentrate their attacks on a single point; it was a very good idea in theory, but in practice, there would be some hitches.
Jashua could adjust his technique regionally, and they were caught off guard by the arrows shooting out from the part where there was no vibration. While the entirety of the dome was affected by Jashua's technique, Nafız couldn't use blood arrows either, but this way her mind was at ease.
"Spread out, give me some room!"
Lareina shouted to distance those next to her; the girl, who had remained silent and helpless since the beginning of the battle, was springing into action. She started drawing some symbols on the yellow talisman papers appearing in her hands; judging by the looks of those next to her, they had never seen anything like this before.
The young girl prepared ten talisman papers in a short time, and it didn't look like she was going to stop. Even though it wasn't known what the result would be, her actions were enough to attract the enemies' attention.
"My Queen, the girl is preparing talismans!"
"My Queen!"
When the Fiends drew her attention to that spot, the long-faced woman's gaze sharpened.
"It was said that Abarran's wife was interested in talismans as well as elixirs, but I've never seen what good they are until today. Let the wretch with no discernible blood energy show us what she can do!"
The Queen of the Hell Realm turned her gaze to the battle of Atractivo and the two Sheikhs, but another person only saw Lareina. Gripping the chains, Abarran squeezed them until his palms bled; even though he couldn't feel it before because his blood energy was sealed, he knew who that girl was now.
"Is this the glorious Sect Sheikh? Neither my armor got scratched nor my war hammer got tired, send me a worthy opponent!"
Alyon, covered in black armor from head to toe, swung his weapon, which had the letter R back-to-back on its handle, at Oje's torso. The Sheikh with the bizarre eyes managed to dodge at the last moment, but he wouldn't be able to hold back the blood spurting from his mouth.
"My Queen, the Holy Eye Sect Sheikh is about to die!"
"Incompetent creatures. Couldn't he get into the mind of a half-witted orc? Go and wipe the barbarians from my lands!"
Eyshan was dead mad; she was sending her guards to the battlefield for the first time. The two fiends stood before Alyon in a short time.
"Be careful, he is immune to soul attacks and has a weird power!"
"Step aside! Don't try to make excuses for losing to a brainless orc!"
Even though Oje tried to warn the newcomers, he was unsuccessful; in their eyes, Alyon was a wild creature they could kill at any moment.
"Fourth Fiend, we will finish the job in a single strike!"
"Got it, Sixth Fiend!"
Swords were drawn, and their surroundings were covered with fire energy that burned the air. Like Eyshan, the Fiends were disciples of the Holy Fire Sect; they were going to attack Alyon with scorching flames.
Destroying in a single strike could be seen as a very bold statement, but the duo unleashed such an energy that not only Alyon, but the Elite Ten could die along with him.
"Drop dead!"
"Turn to ash!"
Once the fire energy left the swords, there was nowhere to run; seeing this, the orcs didn't budge from their spots. They watched the red color covering their vision moment by moment and did something no one expected. They started running right into the attack that would turn them to ash; their final struggle was defying death.
"Idiots!"
"Let's return to the Queen's side!"
The Fiends suddenly stopped as they turned their backs to the fireball they created and prepared to fly away; their gazes were locked on each other's eyes. Then they slowly looked down at their own bodies and saw the weapons piercing right through their chests.
"You're the only smart ones in this realm, aren't you? Wild orcs have to burn in the fire vortex you created, right?"
"You, how can you be alive?"
While the blood leaking from both sides of his jaw fell to the ground, the Fourth Fiend spoke with difficulty. The fingers gripping his neck tightly were crushing his windpipe.
"I can say this; I have friends who can keep your puny fires away from my body!"
When Alyon's closing fingers touched his palms, two ownerless heads fell to the ground; at the same time, a few people who were thought to be lying dead were also standing up.
The five people, who appeared with their robes woven from plain gray coarse cloth and simple wooden staffs, slowly came to Alyon's side; there was a faint smile on their faces.
"Elemental Shield, the technique of my ancestors, how quickly it has been forgotten!"
This was the name of the protective shield covering the bodies of the orcs, where various colors danced in harmony. From the blank stares of the Fiends in their final moments, it was understood that the people of the Hell Realm had truly forgotten its existence.
"Respected Roots, the world has forgotten many things about our races. It is time to teach them who's boss!"