The man, who adjusted his giant head above his armor decorated with emerald stones with difficulty, took a step after looking at the battle continuing on the walls once more and let himself into the void. Even if it wasn't as extraordinary as his head, his body was above standard human measurements; his acceleration towards the ground was sudden.
He experienced a free fall for ten steps, then swung his right foot as if there were a floor beneath it, and at that moment, he accelerated forward in the air. This movement was followed by the left foot; the General, called by the title Head, was about to reach the walls where the battle was taking place by practically walking in the air.
"Pack of useless people! Make way!"
The mercenaries, who had done whatever they could to stand in front of the orcs up to that moment, threw themselves to one side in a panic. Some lay on the ground, some could save themselves at the last moment, but some weren't as lucky as them.
The mercenaries whom the general's head, resembling a cannonball, hit as he glided through the air and dived into the battle were torn to pieces, just like what was going to happen to the shields of the orc warriors a few breaths later.
The shells capable of dealing with any kind of element attack were smashed to pieces against General Head. Not only this, but some of those sent flying backward with the effect created by the blow met the soil after a long fall.
These people turning into small red spots in front of the Golden City walls had no chance. Escaping or staying alive was out of the options. General Head, with his fast entry, pinned the orcs advancing with an unstoppable momentum to where they were; power overcoming numerical superiority was such a thing.
Despite this, this wasn't enough to intimidate the orc warriors. They had run all the way to the shores of the sea of death just to possess a name; how could they get scared and run away from one person?
Axes landed upon the General, who was still striving to find his balance; the green-skinned warriors, knowing hesitating meant death, had no mercy. Unfortunately, knowledge and experience could sometimes fall short too; the blood mixing with the glitter of the broken axes would teach them this reality.
While the weapons landing on General Head's body became useless, the man swinging the limb he took his name from had sent another dozen orcs out of this world namelessly. His head was his greatest weapon, but it was certain there were some bizarre situations in his body too.
"Body Hardening!"
"Don't attack carelessly, he knows how to use body hardening!"
A few of the warriors observing the situation began to shout; they didn't need to spend much time figuring out the enemy's skill.
"So what? What difference does it make if you know my body hardening skill?"
General Head became aggressive; seconds after a pair of emerald brass knuckles appeared in his hands, he dived among the orc warriors flocking to the walls and began the massacre. He sped up and up along with his head accompanying his punches; like a roller, he was crushing whatever came his way in a straight line.
The Volunteer orcs were constantly getting on the wall; if they continued to expand at this pace, it was impossible for them not to hold a place in the middle part, but the enemy wasn't allowing this. When the number of orc warriors General Head slaughtered began to exceed those who could manage to get on the walls, one of the big guns who hadn't taken action yet began to grumble.
"Let me stand against this guy. Let me stop him with my shield and open a space where we can advance along the whole wall!"
Wallofwild turned back and called out to his chief Alyon. The orc chief, however, who was watching what was happening with the black eye patch on one eye and the glimmers of the same color on his left arm, maintained his silence. Wallofwild couldn't speak once more; he knew he had no choice but to wait.
Instead of him, two warriors of the Nameless Ten, who were in the same group, moved towards the pyramid formation. It was obvious that these two people, who got on the wall in a few breaths, specialized in speed. When they reached the top, one moved to the right and one to the left, and the arrows fired by the bows appearing in their hands set off towards the other two civilizations standing on the Northern and Southern walls.
Even if the giant energy cannons had protection shields, there wasn't a precaution to cover the whole wall, and in the face of this unexpected attack, both sides could rely on their own powers. Of course, they were in no state to be afraid of two arrows; a mage, a member of the Companions of Light, caught the arrow in the air using a light whip and neutralized it by pulling it towards himself.
On the other side, no one countered the attack going towards the area where the high architects were. Everyone was watching the arrow's advance towards its target, and they didn't raise their hands against the attack that shattered with the cough of one of the high architects. The Machine Empire was a place where competition was carried to different dimensions; the others, knowing room would be made for them with the death of a high architect, didn't act so as not to ruin this opportunity.
"Stupid orcs!"
"Instead of dealing with the real enemy in front of them, they are trying to attack us!"
"And in such a pathetic way at that!"
While the high architects humiliated the enemy rolling their eyes, General Head wasn't standing idle. While the Nameless Ten member duo returned to the main army, he was grinding the orcs on the walls like pieces of meat thrown into a meat grinder.
There were warriors in the army in front of the walls who could match him or at least prevent the destruction he created, but the chain of command hadn't given the order to intervene in what was happening yet. While each of these people stood ready to shoot out of their places and stand before General Head in seconds, they were perhaps experiencing one of the hardest moments in their lives.
Unlike them, General Head, one of the four generals hiding inside the Golden City and forming the main force of the Emerald Leaf Guild, was continuing his work with his body, every part of which turned into a weapon. He was killing, and the Volunteers division in the orc army continued to send its warriors.
General Head, who turned an orc who had fallen previously into a puddle of meat and blood with every step, was left panting. His body was like a crushing weapon; he had maintained the same pace for over three hours. His presence was terrifying; even the mercenaries from his own forces couldn't approach him.
"This idiot pile of muscles is pushing himself too hard!"
Hearing the words of the person speaking by sticking his tongue covered with diamond pieces out of his mouth, the other two generals supported him by nodding their heads. As good as General Head was in direct combat, he was just as weak in mental capacity.
"Hair, can you go and finish the job this guy started? Your skill will be the best option to destroy the freakish structure set up against the walls!"
General Eye, fixing his golden-colored eyes on the horizon, chose the softest possible tone of voice while putting forth his idea. His addressee was a general like him, and Hair had a trait known by everyone; she could get angry at unexpected times.
"I will go and finish the job when he gets a little more tired. Let the stupid guy kill as many wretched orcs as he can!"
Their plan was logical; having seized the opportunity to kill the enemy squeezed into a narrow space, they wanted to continue this to the end, but the Golden Leaf Guild General who spoke a moment ago jumped up and shouted.
"There's someone, there's someone among the orcs!"
When General Eye broke the calm stance he maintained up to that moment, the others were still in the comprehension phase, and General Head, wandering at the peaks of the pleasure he took from killing orcs, couldn't see the thing approaching from behind him.
"Have you ever thought about why there are so many nerves at the base of your neck?"
The movements of General Head, who felt a thin ache on the nape of his neck along with the voice in his ears, slowed down first and stopped two seconds later. The man, who had been killing orcs numbering over thousands for almost four hours, couldn't move; there was nothing he could do other than looking at the snow-white sharp bone that had entered his nape with his eyes.