"Your left arm is cut off, and your right arm is missing below the elbow. What happened, mighty Izumrud? What happened to your glory, your wealth, your lust?"
Batu descended like a nightmare upon his opponent, to whom he didn't give a breath of respite. The Emerald Leaf Guild Leader, trying to defend with his large and heavy swords, was forced to retreat step by step. His end was near; with the first crack appearing on his heavy armor, a sword passing through the scattering metal pieces opened the first wound on his body.
"Your end has come, father, just die!"
Batu, bringing his two swords together above his head, executed a large downward slash; his enemy didn't look like he had the power to prevent this, but at the last moment, two large weapons stepped in front of the attack and shattered.
"Not yet, sinister devil, I haven't hurt you enough!"
Izumrud plunged the four tubes appearing in his hands, freed from the swords, into his bare torso. When the bright metals at their tips pierced the flesh and the liquids inside the tubes depleted, Izumrud's eyes glowed with an emerald color.
"You finally gave up your humanity, didn't you?"
Batu seemed to know what happened; he added flames to his swords and continued to attack. When his enemy saw this, he defended with his two arms; emerald-colored scales were appearing from his fingertips up to his shoulders. The fire couldn't pass this obstacle, the swords couldn't cut the new flesh, and a kick landed on Batu's chest.
The man clad in golden armors was sent flying meters back. When he managed to stop, the length of the trail his two swords left on the ground exceeded ten steps.
"It's been a long time since I gave up my humanity. On that sinister night you were born, when you took everything from me, I stopped being human!"
Batu raised his head and watched his father, whose body began to be covered in emerald-colored scales. Izumrud, who looked more like a wild creature than the man he knew, could nonetheless speak quite understandably.
"The grudge you've been hiding for years has finally come out, huh father! Come on, let's see how much more you're going to hurt me!"
Batu, with smoke rising from under his feet, was breathing down Izumrud's neck a breath later. He executed a slash with one weapon but could only spark off the emerald scales. The other sword struck the enemy's chest, and with every breath, the weapon of the man in golden armor landed on a different part of his enemy.
"Get away from me, you weakness!"
The Emerald Leaf Merchant Guild Leader, interlocking his fingers, kicked Batu, who fell to the ground right after landing a blow on his enemy's back, and this time the man in golden armor fell to the ground doing somersaults.
"I am not going anywhere, father, and I will not go! Despite those gazes of yours, I will continue to live!"
The two men locked eyes. Batu wiped the blood flowing from his mouth and stood up. At that moment, some silhouettes appeared behind him.
"No one interfere, this is between the two of us."
All the important figures who finished their jobs on the left flank had come next to Batu. Boss and the three members of the Elite Ten were waiting for the opportunity to join the battle, but the man in golden armor didn't allow this.
"Run, hide, traitor!"
Izumrud attacked with his fists; his trust in his impenetrable defense was absolute. Batu responded by attacking as usual. Even if he couldn't break the emerald armor consisting of scales, he wasn't giving up; after every blow he took, he attacked with more ambition.
It was obvious the ongoing battle hadn't just continued here, but for a lifetime. Between the father and son, there was a bond whose foundation was formed by hate, and today this case would end one way or another. Batu had his father's hatred because he caused his mother's death when he was born, and Izumrud had his son's hatred because he took the woman he loved from him.
They weren't aware, but there was no one left fighting other than them. When Lion, the commander of the right flank, understood his son had opened enough distance, he chose to surrender in order not to lose more soldiers. He neither used serum like Tiger nor gave up his humanity like Izumrud; the old man hung his head, waiting for the final ongoing struggle to end.
"Go on, try to hurt me. Keep eyeing me with those gazes that appear every moment I am happy!"
Batu attacked with two swords of flame, continuing to erode the armor consisting of emerald scales. Even if Izumrud seemed to be on the defensive, he was landing deadly blows at every opportunity he found. The survivors of the Golden Army, Sand Army, and Emerald Leaf Army watched the battle of the two men from the same lineage for an hour.
Rather than father and son, they were like two bitter enemies, people sworn to destroy each other. The part where tens of thousands of people died had also taken an hour. The two sides had no intention of stepping back, but at an unexpected moment, Izumrud began to vomit blood.
"Sir, you've made yourself suffer enough. Find peace now!"
When Lion broke his silence lasting all this time with these words, Batu's sword plunged into his father's face. The fire entering through the small crack where the wound he hid for years was located began to burn the body under the emerald scales.
The smell of burnt flesh enveloped the entire battlefield, but Izumrud didn't let out a single cry. As he turned to ash, he grabbed his son's arm, and even as his last piece fell to the ground, he didn't let go of him.
"I hope you go to a place where you will find peace!"
Batu fell to his knees; he hadn't died, he had endured until the effects of the serums wore off, but it was hard to say he was in good condition. Boss walked towards the defeated general; before the blood on his axe dried, he wanted to add a new one.
"Stop, he might be of more use alive than dead!"
A voice never heard before on the battlefield rose; Wind of Death, taking part as a spectator, finally felt the need to intervene. The orc warrior, who was raring to go, turned his back and gave his order after sending a hearty spit to the ground when his enthusiasm got stuck in his throat.
"Gather all ammunition and equipment! The victory is ours!"
The Hyenas, completing the battle with fewer than a hundred casualties, were shouting cries of victory. Even though the Sand Army lost more than half of its presence, these people were expendable pawns, and they had played their part flawlessly.
Batu's Golden Army had a bit more casualties, but taking so few casualties while winning a battle of this caliber was something never seen before. The pitched battle on the Field of Mohács had taken a little more than two hours in total, and it had been won with the fewest casualties the history of the world of the Six Civilizations had ever seen.
"Let's go after the five thousand people who fled immediately. If we catch them before they reach their city, we will have broken the back of the enemy!"
Boss was excited; he wanted to finish the job he started. His subordinates went into action with his words; they began working to set off as soon as possible.
"I don't think that will be necessary, right Batu?"
When everything was over, Wind of Death appearing on the steps of the mechanical vehicle showed her face. Where the enemy soldiers couldn't lift their heads out of fear, she didn't need to hide anymore, but Lion wanted to see the person who could speak over the word of the orc warrior.
"You, you are her!"
The old general, like his own continent, had a grasp of the events in the world, and he knew what the Commander-in-Chief of the Orc Empire looked like. After the words spilled from his lips, a body language of acceptance peculiar to people who understood everything took over him.
There was nothing they could have done from the beginning; even if their aim coming here was to crush the enemy, the result wouldn't have changed in any way, but for those who had to charge against the giant wall in front of them in another part of the continent, situations were changing every moment.
Joshua made the decision to attack when the sun reached its highest point in the sky. As long as the bombardment continued, the siege would be prolonged, and it was seen that the heavily wounded Lands of Light forces were no longer interested in coming out and fighting.
He necessarily had to take priority; he had to do something so that he could draw the enemy outside the walls, and the Hell Realm King had a good idea in his mind.