"You shouldn't exhaust your body this much. Otherwise, some weak points might form in that hard shell of yours!"
A milk-white silhouette appeared among the green, muscular orc warriors and disappeared after speaking for the second time. It was like a ghost that gave children sleepless nights; only the general possessing golden-colored eyes could see it.
The orcs weren't aware of what happened, but they didn't hesitate when they saw their greatest enemy stay immobile. Axes were constantly raining down upon General Head. His cumbersome torso still maintained the body hardening technique, but a mournful groan was heard along with the first axe blow landing on his neck.
Along with the hair-thin line of blood following this, the orc warriors surrounding General Head saw red. While the others struck blows to every part of his body, a group of fifteen people attacked only his head and especially his neck.
"Hair, Tongue, follow me!"
Even though General Eye reacted in seconds, the height of the blood spurting from the body of his counterpart caught among the orc warriors exceeded three steps. While half of his neck dangled loose, the other half was being shattered with axe blows.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye; no one could notice the silhouette possessing a body of white bone in time. It executed an attack with such sudden and flawless timing that even those of its own blood were left in astonishment.
"My grandpa, it absolutely must be my grandpa!"
Muslo, who was here on behalf of the Holy Bone Sect, was crying hugging her husband next to her. After what happened in front of the Death Pass, the former Leader of the Holy Bone Cult, whom Nafız called smelly old man, Hueso, was showing himself for the first time.
"How many times did I tell you that stubborn geezer wouldn't die so easily!"
With the help coming from the ranks of the Holy Bone Cult positioned on the southern front, the enemy, who had continued to butcher thousands of orcs for four hours, was about to fall; the orcs in the middle part couldn't stay silent anymore. The entire chain of command, turning their bows towards where the approaching generals were, released their arrows into the air at the same time.
Generals, majors, and members of the Nameless Ten were executing shots one after another, and the three generals targeted were aware of everything. They continued to advance; they tried to open their way by diving into the arrows, but this effort cost them three breaths.
Three breaths, three breaths they wouldn't even be aware of at another time, made them have to watch a Great General's head get severed right before their eyes. The ten orc warriors grasping General Head's head, from which he took his name, tossed the booty down the walls without looking at its eyes opened wide.
Right after, even though their lifespan on this world would come to an end as a result of the combined attacks of the three generals, they managed to earn a name in the final moments of their lives. General Killer; it was the common name of the orc group that killed the owner of the head rolling down the walls, and they would be remembered as such from now on.
Even if General Hair tried to take back the booty, which was of great value for the orcs, she wasn't successful. The moment the head, continuing its journey by being taken into the Pyramid Formation, landed on the ground, it fell into the arms of an Elite Ten member clad in brown leather armors.
For this orc warrior specialized in speed, getting away with this head above normal dimensions was a piece of cake. He didn't turn to look even once while the Pyramid Formation behind him was dispersed by the enemy; he continued his advance towards the camp where the drums, which were the signal to retreat, were being beaten.
The orc warriors who hadn't died yet also began to retreat upon this signal, taking cover behind their shell shields. Their faces were looking at the Golden City, and as they took their steps backward, they were as relaxed as if they had been walking this way for a lifetime.
Returning from the foot of the wall, which they managed to reach in a very short time, didn't take so short. Only after tasting one shot each from the giant cannons and dozens of attacks from the other small-sized energy cannons could they return to their places in the noon hours.
"Armies, take a siege stance!"
Alyon roared for the second time today. Leaving the corpses of General Head and the tens of thousands of orcs who died at the hands of the enemies on the walls of the Golden City, he entered his tent. The army receiving the command also moved in the same direction; everyone knew the battle had ended for today.
The orc army might have suffered casualties, in fact, they had lost so many warriors that it could be considered annihilation for another civilization, but the damage was heavy on the other side too. One of the four pillars had died losing his head, which was counted as his greatest attribute, and thousands of mercenaries had lost their lives while the orc warriors set foot on the walls.
Now it was time to assess the damage; the subordinates of the three great generals would be busy with this task. The Mercenaries protecting the middle part had a lot to do throughout the night, but it was hard to say this for the support forces located in the other two parts.
The Machine Empire front had gathered to discuss the performance their new human-based robots displayed on the first day. What happened wasn't a war to them; they had caught the chance to test their studies in a great experimentation field.
"Sir, the failure of the human-based robot project has been documented in front of all of us today!"
Everyone had taken their places in the hall they gathered a day before the start of the war, ready for a battle of ideas. The event that could be counted as the real war was just beginning for them, and upon the first word, the engineer who used the control console during the day stood up to take the floor.
"I do not agree that my invention, which I have been working on for a long time, has failed as mentioned."
After the man possessing golden blond hair completed his sentence, he swept his gazes over all the ranks. Drawing attention wasn't enough; he was trying to influence by looking them in the eye.
"There is no more natural situation than the variable in today's field experiment avoiding being destroyed due to his trait known by everyone. Against this person, who gained the ability to shatter mechanical devices due to his irrational powers, I ask which machine could withstand for so long?
If it had passed the experimental phase and encountered a real unit consisting of my robots, the others would have managed to destroy the target until he destroyed one. My request from you is that you do not skip this point when considering the field experiment."
When the engineer finished his words and took his place, he had a satisfied facial expression. He had successfully repelled the accusations and emphasized how successful he actually was. Despite this, the discussions wouldn't end on the Machine Empire front; the arguments of the opposing side weren't over yet, but on the Northern Front, there were minutes at least as heated as here.
"Sir, how can we do such a thing?"
"In the end, let alone returning to our own civilization, there won't be anywhere left for us to take shelter on the World of the Six Civilizations!"
Father Godfrey was together with his subordinates inside the tent of light, and the two mages on his right and left sides were striving to dissuade him from something. Meanwhile, the man who was the former third elder of the Companions of Light society was reading what was written on the parchment in his hand by murmuring once more.
"Your child's physical health and sanity are intact; if you want him to stay this way, you must open the Golden City gates for our army tonight. If you succeed, you can take your son and continue your life under our protection, but if the gates don't open until sunrise, prepare for tomorrow's big show.
Signature: Blood God Nafız!"
From the moment the message wrapped around the arrow of the orc, who was a member of the Nameless Ten, reached Godfrey's hands, discussions began among the Companions of Light. The purpose of their coming here, the goal they chased after by giving up everything, was a step away, but the great risk this brought was not to be ignored.
"Silence, I am declaring my decision!"