Mora's words rippled through the square; even though she looked like an orc from the outside, the voice was completely hers.
"How pathetic! The person seen as the future Ruler of Hell is inside the body of a stinking orc!"
Eyshan waved her hand in front of her nose, she looked like people exposed to an unwanted smell.
"You rotten-souled bitch, I will finish the job I started a hundred years ago!"
Extending her blood daggers on both sides like wings, Mora shot forward; she was so fast she was in front of her target before three breaths passed.
"I will kill you with my own two hands! No one interfere!"
The long-faced woman rose into the sky, Mora was right behind her. They rose, they rose relentlessly, they rose until the people below looked tiny. Eyshan was in the front, Mora in the back until the Queen of Hell extended her right hand and sent a massive fireball.
"You have nowhere to run in the air! Roast, whore!"
She was right in her words; Mora, advancing like a comet, had to enter the massive fireball without changing direction.
"With this little fire?"
Mora, who tore through the attack without a single burn on her, swung her dagger; it was obvious from Eyshan's delayed reaction by a second that she didn't expect this. A hand's span long cut caught the eye on her right arm; it wasn't deep, but its surroundings had already taken on a dark green color.
"Taste my poison!"
Within a few breaths, the entire arm turned yellow-green; the poison was rushing to her neck.
"Your poison won't work on me!"
At that moment, Eyshan's right arm was covered in scorching flames; yellow-green mist was mixing into the air.
The two sides reached a stalemate regarding their attacks. Eyshan's flames couldn't burn Mora because of the immunity Nafız gained in the Ice and Fire Dungeon, but Mora's poison couldn't resist Eyshan's flames either.
The two women retreated a hundred steps away and watched each other from afar; the result of the first clash was a tie, and the second was going to take place very soon.
When the struggle in the sky reached a stalemate, the two Apostles on the ground hadn't hesitated to make their moves. One of them headed for the Holy Blood front, and the other attacked the Orc-Druid alliance consisting of relatively fewer people.
"Get out of the way, remnants of the past!"
The female apostle extended her right hand; the vine shooting from her arm split into dozens of branches and headed for the orc group.
"Were you calling me, hackberry!"
When the cracked and dirty voice reached their ears, the vine shoots twisted on their own axes, and right after, they shattered into pieces and vanished.
"The person using my technique is your daughter, isn't she, Big Head?"
The Third Sheikh of the Holy Blood Sect appeared on the orc front along with his power animal; the addressee of the question was Alyon standing at the very front.
"Yes, I mean I suppose so!"
Alyon didn't know what to say. Even though the bizarre human looked like a dry tree branch, the aura he radiated said he would take his life with one wrong move.
"Good, good!"
After looking the Apostle whose attack paused up and down, the scrawny sheikh continued.
"If we count that white boy too, it means there are people related to two of my successors on this side. As their master, it wouldn't be odd if I fight by your side then!"
Even though the man, who laughed opening his mouth where a few teeth remained intact, created one of the ugliest sights history had ever seen, those standing behind him were very happy he was by their side.
"Druids, protect everyone!"
After giving his order, the Third Sheikh went on the attack; his giant axe trailed behind him as if it would fall to the ground at any moment.
"Botanical Garden!"
The Apostle, opening her arms to both sides, scattered the seeds she hid in her palms around; within two breaths, hundreds of plants developed in an area with a diameter of fifty meters, and the woman had no intention of stopping.
"Your life energy refusing to die will take my plants to a new level. Come and give your life to me!"
The Apostle speaking from inside the petals exceeding the height of two humans disappeared from sight as the flower closed; her energy was felt throughout the entire Botanical Garden.
"I heard you all had different powers, so this is yours. Orcs, do your best, otherwise even I can't save you!"
There were no words left to say; the Orc Front, supported by the Third Sheikh and his Power Animal, began their struggle with the Apostle fighting using plants.
"So this is what's left for us then!"
"Is he going to challenge all of us by himself!"
"Be quick, we need to go help Viento!"
While the three former Holy Blood Sheikhs talked among themselves, the male Apostle tossed his robe aside; the upper part of his body was naked, and he had simple leather pants underneath. He started walking stepping on the ruined garden with his bare feet; his direction was the Holy Blood Sect disciples.
"Drop dead!"
A blood-red lightning bolt from the sky chose exactly the head of the male Apostle to strike the ground. The hulking man was sent flying back five steps by the blow; the smell of burning rising from his body reached their noses.
"Is it over?"
"Was it that easy?"
The other two sheikhs watching the attack showed their astonishment with the reaction they gave, but the owner of the lightning was silent.
"He's not dead, he's getting up!"
Indeed, the Apostle slowly got up, and there wasn't a single scratch on him.
"Taste my Blood Spear!"
Two Blood Spears appeared in the air; before a few breaths passed, they were in the Apostle's body. The hulking man was sent flying by the force of the attack and got stuck into the tower of the Holy Ice Sect. He was like criminals hung on the castle walls to make an example of them; he showed no sign of life other than the sharp look in his eyes.
"He's alive!"
The Apostle, who first pulled out the spear stuck in his stomach with his right hand, then pulled the one in his left shoulder and shattered it in his palm.
"You're going to die this time!"
As soon as he set foot on the ground, a rain of blood began to fall on him; even as he advanced, the red cloud came with him. When the drops touched his skin, a burning smell and a thin mist mixed into the air, but there was no sign of deformation on his body.
After taking ten steps, it became obvious the attack wasn't harming the Apostle, but the hulking man seemed bothered. He crouched slightly and jumping up, hit the blood-red cloud with his hands.
He wasn't using a weapon; by hitting with his bare hands, he managed to disperse the former sheikh's technique. His move made the others draw in a cold breath; what were this man's hands made of?
"It doesn't matter how much damage you do to me, every time I will come back stronger than before! You have no chance other than dying in my claws!"
The Apostle's five-fingered hand had now turned into a three-fingered claw; the remnants of the blood cloud were falling to the ground drop by drop.
"Holy Blood Disciples, fall back!"
When one of the Sheikhs shouted, the disciples who came to this world shooting out of the talismans retreated dozens of steps. Abarran and his wife Isabel stood in front of their daughter; their only priority was to protect their surviving daughter.
"Aspero, you stay back too!"
"Master!"
"This is an order, as the Holy Blood Sect Sheikh, you must live no matter what!"
Aspero didn't argue with his master, the man on the brink of death; he took his place stepping in front of the hundred students coming from the Other Realm.
"Sheikhs, I want to fight alongside you!"
Contrary to him, Jashua walked to the front lines; the Young Count had already drawn his weapon resembling the Grim Reaper's Scythe.
"Come on then. We might need your technique!"
The Sheikhs weren't stupid. The Young Count who could use the First Sheikh's technique would add power to them, but someone with her hands clasped on her chest was terrified because Jashua was going to fight.
"Jashua, please don't die!"
Lareina spoke murmuring; she didn't want to discourage or demoralize her lover. She released her wish from her heart; there was nothing else the young girl could do at this stage.