"Holy Blood Sect Disciples, fall back!"
Ignoring his scrawny body, the man carrying a giant axe shouted with his raspy voice. It was impossible for anyone looking at his appearance to take him seriously, but somehow the hundred people shooting out of the talisman papers obeyed the order without question.
"Seems like you still have some clout left, Third!"
"He He He, they know what will happen to them if they don't do what I say!"
One of the foursome, bearing the Holy Blood Sect seal on their robes, teased another; the one speaking was someone with the appearance of an attractive and pleasant young girl.
"Don't mind him, he's nothing but a rat who has lived for centuries without ever leaving the cave he calls home."
The Third Sheikh was cheerful, but when he heard the words coming from behind his ear, his face fell. The beautiful woman who was his spirit animal was approaching, making the skirts of her red dress fly.
"You damn woman, shut your trap!"
"I guess you liked manifesting in someone else's body. You should get out of the Other World more often!"
The Third Sheikh just sulked, he didn't answer. He knew very well the situation he was in; he had only been able to return to the world he lived in many long years ago for a temporary period.
"Necromancy Talisman"
That was the name of the skill the Elixir Queen Isabel brought from her life in another world to the World of the Six Civilizations. Using any body, she could summon people through talisman papers covered with symbols drawn with the blood of the person she wanted to resurrect.
"My real body is in the Other Realm, and that's the place you'll eventually end up too!"
The technique was something mind-boggling, but it also brought some limitations with it. The resurrected body had a limited time depending on the amount of blood and the person applying the technique; rebirth was impossible.
"Third, get a grip!"
"You shouldn't have left that cave!"
Those summoned along with the scrawny man were three past Sheikhs of the Holy Blood Sect, and it was obvious they didn't get along too well with him.
"Drop by someday if you have the time! Then, you can understand what it's really like to die!"
Those watching the Sheikhs, who didn't hold back from talking smack to each other even though their eyes were on the enemy, were in astonishment, but for the hundred disciples shooting out of the talismans, this was a natural thing.
They resided in the Other Realm where the Sheikhs lived too, in fact, they were born there. Without Lareina's talismans, they couldn't cross over to this world, and right now they existed merely as energy.
The Sheikhs, on the other hand, were a different story; they were the ones who were born in this world and migrated to the Other Realm on the brink of death. They needed a body to manifest, just like they needed to summon those who died on this world.
"Are you done talking?"
"Look at the rats who pretended to be dead and fled to the tiny realm they created!"
"How arrogant they are!"
"Let's attack! We'll handle this side!"
The last man to speak headed towards the side where Nafız was, taking two people with him; they were confident they could kill them all with three people.
"Druids, blessings!"
At Alyon's command, everyone was covered with an energy shield dancing with mottled colors; there was a wall of fire across from them. The three incoming people were also former sheikhs of the Holy Fire Sect; it wasn't a coincidence they attacked together.
"The head of the snake is coming to our side Alyon, we need to crush it. Sangre, watch our backs with your arrows, Alis you're coming with me!"
Taking Alyon and Alis by her sides, Nafız shot forward. While Sangre supported them, the only duty of the Elite Ten was to protect themselves. They had played their roles, and the stage was no longer at a level where they could put on a show. The battle of the main characters was beginning; it was high time to get the kids off the dance floor.
"Five roots, now!"
"Heart of Massacre activate!"
When the shield that absorbed the energy of the slaughtered enemy was added to an orc using bloodline power, Alyon turned into an armored creature.
The enemy, having drawn their weapons, was waiting for the moment they would clash with them. Long swords flashed in the hands of the Sheikhs of the Holy Fire Sect.
"Do you think you can stand against my weapon with those puny pieces of metal?"
Alyon was right to brag; he had a giant war hammer forged by the Grand Master Abarran, who had just been freed from his long captivity. Actually, the hands of the orcs currently clashing with the enemy were full of his weapons; the Holy Blood Sect and Abarran had been on the orcs' side from the very beginning. The time had come to return the favor.
"When my sword tears your throat apart, you'll shut up, wretch!"
The long-haired Sheikh on the far right made his move for Alyon's throat, and mind-bogglingly, the giant orc continued to advance without paying any mind to it.
"You're finished!"
Orcs have always been praiseworthy for their superior physical capacities, but it is known that their intelligence levels are low. The Eternal, the former Holy Fire Sheikh, knew this very well, but he was unaware of the change that took place over the time he spent trying to stay alive inside the blood stones.
The steel tip of an arrow cleaving the air clashed with the sword, and crimson sparks mixed into the air. An opening was formed at that moment; for a warrior of Alyon's caliber, this was more than enough. The crushing part of the giant war hammer exploded on the left shoulder of the grave-robbing man; his actual target was his head, but apparently, the Former Holy Fire Sheikh's battle instincts hadn't died.
"Brother!"
Another Eternal, parrying Alis's twin katanas, hesitated for a breath upon the injury of the man he called brother. Right at this moment, the arrow the length of a grown human's arm entered his right leg and continued its advance, taking a large chunk of his flesh.
Sangre was an orc with tremendous potential, who could be the dictionary definition of loyalty, but he had closed his eyes to life in the very early stages of his development. He might not have been able to clash head-on with the former Sheikhs of the Holy Fire, but would this stop him?
Thanks to the tremendous sensory abilities he gained from the moment he became a Blood Warrior, he didn't leave the slightest opening unpunished. He was becoming the doom of the former sheikhs of the sect that caused his death.
Thanks to the fights that turned into a prolonged, even years-long endless agony, Alis had earned the right to become an individual in the cave of the Third Sheikh of the Holy Blood Sect. How could he miss such a chance?
Along with his katanas, his body also turned black; the voice inside whispered a single word into his ear.
"Kill!"
The black katanas gliding parallel over each other tore right through the wrinkled skin covered in brown spots; the body rolled to one place, the head looking with blank eyes to another.
Everything happened and ended within ten breaths. As Eyshan watched the fall of one of the Ten Eternals she kept as her last trump card, she was dead shocked.
"No way, no way! The man who ruled an entire region for years can't fall this easily!"
Muttering to herself, she took a step back; her two surviving fiends were right behind her.
"Ignorant girl! Time flows, and every new generation is born upon the previous one! The place for the owners of achievements left in the dusty pages of history is either under the earth or the Other Realm!"
The former Holy Blood Sect Sheikh, the master of Atractivo and Anticuado, had heard the Queen of Hell.
"Liar, you are one of them too. You are a ghost who shouldn't exist on this world!"
The Eternals were coming from inside the blood stones, the past sheikhs of the Holy Blood from the Other Realm, but how was the death-scented old man alive even though he was about to rot? Aspero's master planted a twisted smile on his face consisting of a pinch of skin clinging to his bones, raised his hands in the air, and sent the blood thorns appearing behind him upon the enemy.