Although the war continued over a very wide area, the explosion that occurred was magnificent enough not to escape attention; the eyes of both headquarters would turn to the same point.
"A beautiful fireball!"
Maria de León spoke proudly when the warrior of her civilization made his attack; how could Severo remain silent in the face of this situation?
"Although its brightness remains dull beside the sword beam, it wasn't bad really!"
After the action whose result they were sure of, the two archenemies had entered a race only to establish superiority over each other, but an excited voice would wake them up from this dream.
"What kind of armor does this orc have?"
The High Architect, seeing the expanded armor standing in the same place after the joint attack of six people, jumped from his seat and advanced toward the front; he wanted to verify the event his brain couldn't comprehend with the witness of his eyes.
"Unbelievable!"
Dragan was also surprised like Hank; he couldn't be sure that even his armor, which he girded himself with by paying huge amounts of money, could show such endurance.
Taking a hit while fleeing and braving the attack of six people at once where you stood were completely different stories; as a mercenary who loved his life more than anything, he wanted that equipment madly right now.
If commanders froze in a stupefied state behind the front, wouldn't warriors inside the action fall into the same situation? Of course they would. Even the lights of iron whips resembling two roots covered with thorns coiling madly on the shield of light couldn't bring them to their senses.
The Elite Ten had nullified the effectiveness of the Special Unit on this front too; parties couldn't provide clear superiority over each other, but meanwhile, the five-million Orc Steppes Army was advancing step by step.
Number One and Number Two were the initial targets; considering the place where the group battle was held together with them, orcs continued to establish pressure from three points.
Apart from these, interesting moments were being experienced at the point where Number Five, targeted by two people from the Black Lily Clan, was advancing; Special Unit members coming to bite fatty meat had attempted to eat a bite bigger than they could chew.
What a big mistake it was for them to think they could easily kill their enemies from the moment they blocked the Golden Chakrams; how much the Elite Ten had developed since the time reported to them.
Especially Number Five was the person combining his Power Animal best with the weapons he received from the reward dungeon; the Black Lily duo, dealing with two chakrams in appearance, were fighting with chameleons hiding in his shadow at the same time.
These creatures, sticking to the weapon with their suction cup feet, were attacking lethal points with their poisonous tongues every time the enemies blocked the Chakram.
When we included Number Five's superior mobility in the business, another disappointment was appearing against the Special Unit.
"Won't even the Special Unit be able to stop them?"
Severo couldn't control his nerves faced with the situation the organization formed with forces of other civilizations, not only his, fell into. He wasn't considered wrong either; wherever he turned his head, he saw another insult.
The long-haired man would go thoroughly mad seeing the friend of the orc, dancing almost with the spear curling like a snake in his hand, blowing like a hurricane around him and making fools of four Special Unit members; units that should be equivalent to each other remained passive despite numerical superiority while colliding.
"Will we stand with our hands tied? Evidently, warriors orcs call Elite Ten are much more experienced than ours who grew up in peacetime!"
The High Architect would hit the bullseye again; four civilizations had been blessed with breezes of peace for a long time. Even the Lands of Light and Hell Realm, constantly bickering like cats and dogs, were in inactivity except for small-scale frictions.
It wasn't that easy to cope with the Elite Ten, who lived with their lives on the line from the moment they were born and lived nose to nose with death for years by standing out among thousands of their kinsmen during their training.
"Maria de León, your help is needed, otherwise it will be too late for everything!"
The number two of the Black Lilies would speak directly with the representative of enemy lands for the first time; even this was enough to estimate the seriousness of the situation.
"I am ready, let's start!"
Since the beautiful woman sensed Severo's intention, she would start chanting magical words taking a giant-like crystal into her palm without prolonging the word at all; at the same time, the long-haired man sat cross-legged at the head of the parchment where he placed another dark grey crystal.
"I wonder what other trump cards there are in your bundles?"
Although Dragan was the commander-in-chief, he couldn't approach the duo trying to form their spells in terms of combat power and background. First the orc's armor, and now crystals inside which gigantic magical power was stored were releasing the fire of jealousy into his heart.
While the two representatives prepared, the war continued incessantly; everyone except Number Three and Number Four had found their opponents. Only these two orcs were pressuring the enemy army unceasingly.
"Won't we attack?"
"Shut your mouth idiot, look around you!"
At the back of the front where Number Four, landing his attacks containing shock waves one after another, was present, two people were waiting silently inside the crowded army; although they talked among themselves occasionally, they were generally very silent.
"Don't you know that the one with golden-colored weapons is Number Five? While senior students cannot take him down, what can we do to the person one rank above him?"
The duo came from the same place as the opponents of the Elite Ten member dancing with his Golden Chakrams; as warriors of the Black Lily Clan, they chose to hide seeing the situation of people above them in ranking.
"The Clan Leader's son must have seen us; how will we escape his wrath then?"
Conversations passing between them weren't because they thought they could overcome their fears by bombarding each other with questions, but only because they had nothing else to do in the face of despair.
Unlike them, Number Three's opponents had already stood in front of him, but they didn't seem to force him regarding using his transformation ability.
"How cool techniques these are; they are sparkling just like your weird clothes!"
Disciples of the Lands of Light chose to fight by forming two groups of two like their archenemies; their remaining single member was inside the group clashing six to six.
One of these duos was sweating opposite the orc calmly meeting the magical attacks they made incessantly with the axe in his hand.
"Those who came back then were also like this; they thought they could do everything when they had sticks with shiny stones placed at the tip. Allow me to show you how one really fights!"
After Number Three escaped to the side with a sudden movement, he reached the side of the targets in the blinking of an eye; he would swing the simple axe in his hand such that smoke rising from the ground would turn into small tornadoes and rise to the sky.
The robes of the duo thrown tens of meters back were scattered, and their auras striking awe into the hearts of those seeing them left their place to an angry war cry.
"You will die, you will beg to die!"
The disciple of the Lands of Light was getting even more furious as the wind rotating rapidly at the tip of his staff released whips around; his friend beside him wasn't staying idle and was murmuring magical words.
"I haven't even warmed up yet, no need for you to wait. Come!"
The Orc Steppes Army continued to massacre ruthlessly their enemies whom they drove three hundred meters back from the point where the collision started; they had sped up thoroughly in these moments when they received the help of the Elite Ten.
Although Dragan saw his allies preparing for the big move right beside him, he couldn't stop worrying; it was highly probable for them to come face to face with the enemy thanks to the breach that would open in the lines of the army approaching the headquarters.
"I am ready!"
"I am ready!"
Voices coming from his right and left side at the same time would come to the rescue of the commander of the Army of Four Civilizations; representatives of enemy civilizations had completed their spells.
"Soul Collapse!"
"Support of the Goddess!"