The outbursts of two orcs were mixing into the air and advancing in waves; no one remained who hadn't heard the voice of the grey-haired warrior who owned the last words especially.
How could Severo, exposed to the best care from the moment he was born and privileged treatment separate from everyone while growing up, endure insults coming one after another?
It wasn't only warriors of his clan on the battlefield; apart from those coming over the Hell Realm, residents of the remaining three civilizations had also heard the insults hurled.
The Number Two of the Black Lilies rushed from his place like an arrow; in response to this, the weird-looking orc was also advancing toward him.
"You are finished, I will take your soul and torture it for thousands of years! I will kill your entire family in front of your eyes, you will beg me for it to end!"
Severo, whose eyes were bloodshot, wasn't hesitating at all while expressing his anger and hatred overflowing from his heart; he had decided to spend the trump cards in his hand to stir up the battlefield he descended onto personally.
"Activate the Soul Formation!"
Twenty Black Lily members waiting inside their grey robes would drip their blood onto the large parchment they opened in their middle by forming a circle as soon as they received the order. While they sat cross-legged and chanted magical words, their blood leaving their bodies had already started to form patterns intertwining with each other slowly.
When his subordinates set to work, Severo was also coming face to face with his enemy; he had made his first move by swinging his sword covered with grey soul energy harshly.
In response to this, the half-orc would parry the attack by diverting the sword from its orbit with two daggers appearing in his hand, and attempt a move toward Severo's throat the next moment.
Alyon's grandson, using the small instrument emitting weird sounds when blown to prevent the long-range attack, had put on two ash-colored daggers when the business came to close contact.
Interestingly, the sword covered with soul energy and daggers in the orc's hand were exactly the same color; someone not seeing patterns on them could think both weapons came out of the same master's hand.
Other commanders of the Army of Four Civilizations watching the duo exchanging blows would also understand that the time had come. Even though they didn't want to at all, they had no choice left but to join the war.
Maria de León would take action in the direction of the grey-haired orc to finish the job the commander of the civilization they were archenemies with couldn't complete. While the beautiful woman advanced rapidly, she was traveling straight without paying attention to the war around her.
However, the beauty coming here on behalf of the Lands of Light was unaware of one thing; someone from inside the Druid Settlement was also coming to the same place as her.
When the duo engaged each other on the side of Alyon who turned into a center of attraction, golden lights would be surrounded by purple clouds and rise up to the sky.
"City Lord of Karsak Bookworm, who is the student of one of the two legendary orcs and son of the other; finally I was able to access the chance to meet you!"
The woman, speaking by pulling her staff decorated with magic stones the size of a fist behind her, was acting as if showing she knew whom she was face to face with.
"Holy Virgin of the Golden Crown Maria de León, that honor actually belongs to this miserable orc!"
Like his opponent, Bookworm had also come having studied his lesson; thanks to the ability he received from the first reward dungeon, he had possessed quite a lot of information about the rest of the world within years.
"How sad that your dazzling light will be extinguished here!"
The orc warrior, swinging purple smokes coming out of sleeve ends of his loose robe like a whip, was trying to spoil his opponent's morale with humble words as always.
"You are even more polite than rumors, but it is very sad that your lineage will become extinct and orcs will remain as barbarian creatures like before!"
The beautiful woman protecting herself with the light shield appearing in front of her didn't look like she would be outdone at all; they had started probing each other without minding their surroundings emptied due to the violence of the war.
"Dragan I guess it is your turn, I hope I won't have to use my secret trump card as a last resort!"
The youngest architect in history was the weakest commander as personal combat power, but when the business came to destruction, no one could show the audacity to underestimate him.
While the mercenary, not thinking a moment he would really have to fight would come as the Commander-in-Chief of Four Armies, watched the final situation with astonishment, he was ignoring what Hank said.
Okay, he could ignore words since it was his own life he would throw forward, but what could he do against what he saw?
His units, balanced and even suppressed a little thanks to Alyon, were melting rapidly; relentless influxes of orc warriors were knocking on the door of his headquarters harshly.
"I must handle this business rapidly; if you have an item that will help, it would be very good if you gave it now!"
Dragan was making a baiting attempt before journeying to the end he couldn't escape no matter what he did; it was highly probable for there to be things suitable for him in the bundle of the high architect.
"I was thinking when you would ask; this device is one of the latest inventions of my civilization!"
When the Commander-in-Chief took the black metal plate extended to him, question marks in his mind were almost flashing in the middle of his face.
"Latest technology war armor Black Hole; you are considered very lucky since you will be the first person using it in real war!"
The device, starting to vibrate madly after the explanation, would cover Dragan's body within seconds starting from the arm it was on.
Even when his entire body was covered with this strange alloy, the commander wasn't comfortable; especially using it in an actual struggle for the first time had made Dragan thoroughly suspicious.
"Look here!"
Hank naturally sensed the uneasiness of the middle-aged man; he wanted to attract his attention before shooting with the mechanical device scattering flames in his hand.
The commander, unable to understand what happened, would stare at flames dancing on his body; he couldn't even give a reaction against feeling quite comfortable in a situation where he should be roasted.
"Our engineers observing the sky were inspired by a very interesting formation while making this equipment. These were celestial bodies capable of swallowing everything around them, which we named Black Hole!"
"Of course, the armor on you doesn't have such a magnificent feature, but as you see, it will provide you with large-scale protection against all kinds of attacks!"
Although it couldn't be seen due to the black alloy covering his face, the ends of Hank's lips had reached his ears. When experience he gained throughout his life and equipment were added, it seemed he wouldn't need to worry about his life much.
He would also target Alyon like his other friends; in the eyes of the Army of Four Civilizations, the grey-haired orc was determined as the primary target needing to be destroyed.
"What a father you have man; go and handle that black gloom haunting him!"
Although Nafız got slightly tense with the effect of the atmosphere getting warmer gradually, she wasn't spoiling the disdainful style in her speeches not to reflect this to her surroundings. The person she wanted to take action by pointing at Dragan was another name carrying Alyon's blood, Wind of Death.
"How much did you progress in the technique I gave you?"
When her daughter, as bulky as her father at least, passed rapidly by her side, Nafız would wonder about her final state, but the answer she would receive wasn't quite as she expected.
"Why don't you see with your own eyes?"
No matter how much what they experienced battered her, no matter how tightly life rubbed her nose against the wall, Wind of Death was still that arrogant orc woman in the end.
"Let it be so; I hope you won't disappoint me!"
When Nafız, distinguished immediately from others inside the Main Druid Settlement with her short hair, finished her speech, the female orc, extremely fast despite her large well-fed body, had already arrived right beside her father.
"How many flies are there like this; I will need to kill you all one by one!"
Unlike his commanders coming to the front on behalf of the Hell Realm and Lands of Light, Dragan deemed it appropriate to wait at a safe distance by reducing his speed after seeing the enemy coming for him.
He was carrying all features of the civilization he belonged to on him until the end; leaving aside getting angry at the words of the female orc standing against him with a hammer as big as herself, he only had the plan of the first move he would make in his head.