"Neither are you the old The Blood God, nor am I that weak alchemist you remember! I will lift the curse upon me today!"
Resbaladizo seemed to be emerging from the corridors of terror he had fallen into. There were traces of self-confidence in his words. While the expression on his face hardened, the attitude he had assumed since coming to the Main Orc Tribe lands was flying away.
"Clang!"
He was focusing on the struggle that would take place with everything he had. Just at this moment, he could barely catch a red blur passing in front of him with his eyes.
"You have become arrogant enough to appear before me with a weapon made by trash calling himself a grandmaster, Resbaladizo!"
The voice came from behind him. When he turned in that direction in panic, a surprise awaited the Fifth Demon. Mora was holding half of the Sword of Flames he used in her hand. It was understood that the shadow passing a moment ago was none other than her.
"My sword, my legendary sword!"
The white-skinned man was raving in horror, looking at his weapon whose hilt remained in his hand. The female orc had cut and taken the weapon that was his status symbol.
"Ahhh!"
The red shadow passed by, waving her hair that left a trail like the tentacles of an octopus behind it. Nafız used to constantly tie them in a ponytail, as if she were ashamed of them being this long. Mora did not restrict her hair, which grew down to her waist, in any way; it was as if their existence completed her, reminding her that she was alive again. Resbaladizo was on one knee, screaming in pain due to the deep cut on his rear calf.
"Demon my ass!"
Mora turned into a red gleam once more. Her target this time was the right hand holding the sword she had just cut.
"Ahhhhh!"
The Fifth Demon screamed more powerfully than before. Mora ripped the arm holding the weapon from his body in a single move.
"I tore the previous ones apart one by one like this too! What makes you different as a Demon!"
Mora became even more cheerful every time she tore off a limb of the enemy. The situation reflected in her words and movements caused those witnessing it to tremble in fear. Especially swinging the arm she had torn off a breath ago toward Resbaladizo while asking what made him different gave them goosebumps. It was understood that this business would not end immediately.
Indeed, that was the case. First, Mora cut off the other arm, then the remaining sound leg. Right now, a mighty Demon of the Hell Realm was left with a single limb on the Orc Steppes.
"I won't die, you won't be able to kill me!"
Resbaladizo began to struggle where he was. His goal was to do something by using his head. Two breaths later, his intention became clear; the white-skinned man was trying to take the necklace around his neck between his teeth.
"When I return, I will kill you all one by one!"
The Demon, whose speech was barely understood while the jewel at the tip of the necklace was inside his mouth, said exactly this. Upon breaking the precious stone, he turned into a trail of fire and headed toward the bell jar covering the entire area.
Mora was calm; she was looking at her enemy trying to escape her hands with disdainful eyes. She showed not the slightest sign of panic. The reason for her confidence became clear a short time later; the man who turned into a trail of fire collided with the Blood Dome. He was attacking the red-colored bell jar; he had to pierce through it, otherwise, he knew the end awaiting him was death. More than twenty breaths passed in this manner. While the trail of fire weakened moment by moment, there were only minor fluctuations in Mora's technique.
"Ignorant dog! Not only you, but even if the whore at your head came, she couldn't open a hole in my Blood Dome!"
Everything happened as she said. Three breaths later, Resbaladizo crashed to the ground rapidly like a shooting star. This escape stone was his last hope; the moment he learned it didn't work either, he was completely devastated.
"The Blood GodMora, I have a proposal for you. If you spare my life, I will completely erase today from my memory and help you save your father, who hasn't seen daylight for a hundred years in the dungeons of the Royal Castle!"
Seeing there was no escape from the trap he had fallen into, the Fifth Demon was playing his last trump card. There were no barbarian orcs in front of him anymore; this person was truly Mora, the chosen child of the Holy Blood Sect. If he knew her a little, he was as sure as his name that the only person she cared about in the world was her father Abarran. If there was a way to survive, this could be the only one.
"My father is alive and has been living a prisoner's life in dark dungeons since that day, huh! How can you help me!"
The woman speaking while waving her hair madly seemed excited. She approached the offer presented to her with interest.
"My Lady, after I heal myself with your help, I will return to the Hell Realm. Showing the bow of the dead orc and stating that I have some clues, I will get permission to meet with Grandmaster Abarran! When this happens, the job will be done. I will kidnap the Grandmaster, who has spent long years of his life imprisoned unjustly, and bring him to you!"
Resbaladizo's eyes were shining. Judging by the state of the female orc in front of him, she stood as if she would accept the offer he made.
"Fuck off!"
Two words echoed consecutively on the battlefield. As they slowly spread, every repetition hit the head of the man, whose face had turned the color of lime, like a hammer.
"Did you confuse me with the naive child you deceived before? King of the dishonorable, you only believe the lies you tell yourself!"
Mora showed no mercy to the person waiting at death's door with only one limb left. Every word of hers pierced her enemy's heart like a deadly arrow.
"Do you think I didn't understand what was happening? Do you think I don't know what might have happened to you when that young orc lying behind me used his Lineage Power?"
Mora turned her back and pointed at Khan while speaking. She implied with her words that Khan's Judgment ability had affected the Fifth Demon as well.
"Don't tell me you didn't see the seal over the battlefield. Think about it, what do you think would happen if he stamped this seal over the entire Orc Steppes?"
Resbaladizo bit his lips in ambition. While flowing blood dripped from his chin, there was the disappointment of the event he had discovered earlier being understood on his face.
"For this reason, you were not going to leave anyone alive. All you did was play games to satisfy your loser personality and inflated ego!"
As soon as she finished her words, two daggers shot out from Mora's wristbands. These weapons, each three spans long, had not the slightest resemblance to those Nafız used before.
"Forgive me! I beg you, spare my life!"
Resbaladizo saw the final curtain falling. He had begun to take off the clothes he wore over his self and clung tightly to his most basic instinct. For his life, to ensure the continuity of his existence, he was doing the only thing he could.
"I would have liked to play with you for a long time, but it seems this weak body won't be able to handle my might for very long. I won't take your life, don't be afraid! There is another job I need to do first."
Leaving Resbaladizo, who lay on the ground half-dead, alone, Mora swung the daggers coming out of her wristbands at a speed invisible to the eye. Her target was the ruined walls, and two breaths later, there would be no such thing as walls left. The entire battlefield was in her view; she could make eye contact with anyone she wanted at any moment.
"Listen to me, warriors of Alyon! From this moment on, I forbid you to move even a step from your places! Those who act otherwise will die regardless of who they are!"