When the beautiful woman saw that the attack she created by sacrificing her creature covering the sky with its single wing reached its target, she screamed with excitement. It was out of the question for others to understand her sacrifice; beyond a strong ally, she had lost her friend.
"It is over!"
The single word spilling from her lips was accompanied by tears trickling from her eyes; she had collapsed emotionally. She hadn't felt this bad at any moment of her life, or she thought so because she didn't see what would happen a little later.
"Not even close!"
The voice she heard belonged to the female orc she thought was dead; Maria de León couldn't believe it. She looked carefully into sparkles left by the attack created by the Golden Hawk; what she saw made her groan with pain this time.
"No, not true."
When tears flowing from her eyes she opened to the end started to wet the clothes on her, her father fainted her by putting his hand on the beautiful woman's head.
The Third Elder of the Golden Crown had seen what happened from the beginning; he just couldn't speak due to the event exceeding the limits of estimation.
"What a solid defense!"
When the spear about to stab into the throat of the Blood God disappeared completely, Ralph de León saw two wings that had become a barrier in front of the orc.
There was a crack where wings adorned with the image of red feathers with sharp edges joined. There was no need for doubt, these were the things preventing the attack.
A few breaths later, the injury striking the middle-aged man's eye healed rapidly too. When Nafız opened her blood-red wings she joined in front of her, they were floating on her two sides flawlessly.
Nafız didn't wait; she moved toward her prey she fixed her eyes on. She was very fast; leaving more than one image behind her every second, she had already arrived in front of the shield father and daughter formed.
She started attacking with her daggers; her aim was to destroy the barrier whose color faded with her every blow. The middle-aged man couldn't stay idle in the face of the approaching disaster; while supporting the shield on one hand, he started murmuring magical words to attack the enemy on the other.
The eye of a person at the other end of the battlefield was on Nafız. The color of the man with the grey robe, gaining time by constantly running back, had become white as a sheet.
"No doubt these are her techniques; Mora must have a connection with the female orc!"
His clan and Mora's sect were like fire and water; how could Severo's father not recognize the most important hope of his archenemy?
"She should have died a hundred years ago; even if they found her corpse, they shouldn't have been able to learn so many things!"
He was sure that the enemy, even the most talented young person of the entire Hell Realm, was dead, but what happened pushed him to question himself.
"Father watch out!"
The Leader of the Black Lilies woke up from thoughts he dived into with his son's voice. The wide energy wave breaking off from the sharp side of Alyon's axe had shattered soul attacks.
They didn't expect this at all; since he thought the orc's swing could match the attack of at most two of them, he had focused his attention on Nafız.
Severo threw himself forward and pushed his father harshly; the movement he made as a last resort would save his father from great injuries.
There was no important damage except the big cut formed on his right arm; the main problem was the distance opening between him and his son.
As soon as he realized, the Leader of the Black Lilies sped up toward where he was thrown just now, but the black energy in the shape of a half-moon cut off his path.
"My grandson, finish the job you started!"
Alyon had already entered between the duo; perhaps this was his aim from the beginning. The man with the grey robe forced once more; he transferred all his power to his legs to go the distance he would normally take in a breath.
What remedy, the bulky orc covered with black flames was attacking without stopping even for a breath. He had approached slowly and put his body into the gap he closed with his attacks before.
The half-orc receiving the call also went out of Ainle's shield and burdened Severo. His grandfather, with whose stories he grew up listening, had given the task of killing one of the enemies; his hands were trembling with excitement.
"Get out of my way!"
When his son's sword collided with the half-orc's daggers, the Leader of the Black Lilies roared with anger; the inequality was too big.
The leadership position of a clan on the eve of becoming a sect couldn't be seized only thanks to luck or a few people whose support was gained. The moment the half-orc used his ability, he realized everything; Severo's soul power energy was being sucked by daggers.
He was here with only ten percent of his real power; although there was no danger of losing his life, what he could do was limited. And there was his son, standing in flesh and blood in front of him. Unlike himself, his death couldn't be compensated.
"Resist Severo!"
He called out to his son having hard times before being repelled by Alyon; Severo was on his own for a while longer.
He had just finished speaking when he heard the thunder. Dazzling light would cover the entire battlefield suddenly; neither the grey of the Leader of the Black Lilies nor the color of Alyon's black could be distinguished.
The celestial dome was covered with golden-colored clouds; clouds were burning inwardly. Immediately after, a vortex started to form; another one followed this, then a few more.
Golden pillars were descending from the sky; the moment tornadoes extending from inside vortices touched the ground, they added whatever there was around into themselves.
Orc, human, druid corpses were slowly torn apart while rotating around the air current they were caught in; they were becoming dust like wheat thrown between the stones of a mill.
"Divine Punishment!"
Ralph de León had released his area-effect attack; Divine Punishment was tearing apart everything it added in front of itself without distinguishing friend or foe.
Nafız looked at tornadoes surrounding her four sides out of the corner of her eye; wings on her back were gathering slowly. The sky was forbidden for everyone; no one dared to fly, including the man who was the owner of the technique.
When her wings returned to her body, her hair reaching her waist started to grow rapidly; two breaths later, they were touching her heels.
Then hair started to wrap the female orc's body; she was wrapped with blood-red bandages. One of the tornadoes of Divine Punishment hit her in the meantime. It would grind Nafız it pulled inside together with corpses it swallowed.
Ainle took one or two steps, then stopped. He was examining the tornado where the blood-red point rotated incessantly.
When the sound of the tornado dispersing together with a violent explosion reached his ears, the young druid smiled; "maybe I am worrying in vain" he murmured.
A red shadow rushed forward rapidly from where the noise came; it was so fast that only a few people could see it entering and exiting the other tornado.
This shadow was Nafız; she was advancing toward the owner of the attack together with her armor reminding of a river of constantly flowing blood. Her hair covering her body had turned into a natural armor; thanks to this new ability where blood essence circulated incessantly, her defense had risen to another level.
She had new weapons too; bone-like extensions coming out of her joints were at least as sharp as her daggers. Without lengthening the road, she headed directly toward the man shouting I am here with his bright robe.
She was diving into tornadoes made of light appearing in front of her, and piercing through as if nothing happened the next moment. The middle-aged man's breath quickened in the face of what he saw. Although he used his clone's energy to the bottom, let alone killing, he hadn't even been able to wound the orc warrior.
He formed a ten-layered shield immediately; judging by the glitter of surfaces intertwined with each other, Ralph de León had put all his remaining power into this.
Nafız was an arrow released from its bow; on one hand she was advancing rapidly, on the other hand she was collecting the blood of corpses in places she passed on herself. A sharp extension appeared in front of her; the Blood God was creating a piercing warhead for the arrow she provided with speed.
When she hit the first layer, the shield tore like paper; saying two, three, four, it wouldn't take three seconds for it to come to five.
"Disperse!"
Ralph de León shattered his staff; the weapon turning into light was penetrating into the half-shattered shield. Number Three of the Golden Crown continued to fight with determination; the life of his daughter lying unconscious behind him was in his hands.