"I understand all of it, I saw how hard you tried to take revenge, but you still haven't told us how you had the gate opened!"
Alyon listened to everything and said the final word. He wasn't wrong either; Dona Gracia, who laid her past bare, wasn't explaining the reason for what she did as of the moment.
"Who wouldn't want to have a bride as beautiful as me and in good relations with the Orc Empire?"
When the orc chief placed a meaningful smile on his face, everyone inside the tent learned the reason the Golden City gates were opened. Someone who couldn't know the answer to the question of who wouldn't want such a bride had no chance of being inside this tent.
"Sir, the area inside the Golden City gate has been cleared!"
The top-level figures of the Orc Empire, who stood up all at once when the expected news arrived, greeted Alyon and Nafız and headed for the gate. From this moment on, there was no need for other words; everyone had learned what they needed to do long before.
Their entering inside happened within a short timeframe; neither the soldiers on the walls nor the personnel to fire those giant weapons were in their places. The siege, predicted to last perhaps days, perhaps months, was being overcome on its very first night. No one could underestimate family ties because this was the sole reason the World of the Six Civilizations came to be in this state.
Even though the surroundings looked cleared, they weren't letting their guard down. While advancing towards the predetermined directions, their weapons and skills were at the ready to be used at any moment. As a matter of fact, it wasn't that some incidents didn't happen; they couldn't reach their targets without making a few successful strikes against mercenaries trying to be heroes or the civilian populace attacking in a panic.
While the Dynasty Family advanced towards the Northern Front missing one member from among them, the orc named Boss was following them a step behind. Wind of Death and Hammerforged intended to quickly capture the section where the mages, members of the Companions of Light society, were and establish a base inside the Golden City.
On the other hand, the Elemental Ten members continued to advance in a straight line as soon as they entered through the gate. The duty given to them was to take down the General team, which was one of the main forces of the enemy and formed by the natives of the continent.
Even though doing this with only ten people was seen as difficult, they had the united power of hundreds of thousands of orcs behind them. Perhaps for the first time, they had the chance to act together with such strong support; the druids, aware of the responsibility placed on their shoulders, had taken their staffs into a battle stance.
The Elite Ten couldn't stay behind either; their darting to enter the battlefield and their crossing the Golden City walls happened all at once, but still, there were some who had arrived at the Southern Region they headed to before them. King Joshua tossing his blood-colored hair and Bookworm gliding inside his golden caftan were leading the invasion.
The remaining forces were deployed at the entrance of the Golden City as support units. It wasn't hard to guess what awaited the Orc Empire Armies inside the city, of which only a very small part had been captured yet, but no one could know for sure.
Even if the walls seen as the biggest obstacle, the gate thought to be impassable, and the energy cannons whose power could only be countered by the skills of Elite warriors were disabled, there could be monsters hidden inside. Despite this, Nafız and Alyon didn't budge even a single step from where they were; two old friends, two soulmates, two brothers-in-arms were watching the Golden City, from which flames rose, from afar.
"Sir, we cannot cross over to the section held by the Machine Empire. Our path is blocked by a wall that weapons cannot penetrate!"
When a person from among the Volunteer orcs reached Bookworm, the orc possessing golden eyes could see the mentioned obstacle. Even thousands of orcs attacking at the same time had no effect; they were stopped by a metal wall blacker than the night.
"How about you leave this to me? Let's see, will the thing invented by those calling themselves scientists be able to measure up to my skill?"
Joshua, with the vibration power he added to sonic booms, was in the position of a natural enemy of such obstacles. The young king passed through hundreds of thousands of orcs, pulled his right hand back, and landed a powerful punch on the flank of the black metal wall.
The resulting sound was tremendous; due to the subsequent vibrations, many of the orcs had to fall flat on their faces on the ground, but the metal wall wasn't among them. Where it was just a moment ago, it was exactly there. It bent inwards, the points where it connected with the Golden City walls stretched, but still, it didn't collapse.
"Stupid bastard! We knew you would come here, and we prepared our wall accordingly. Try again if you want, you can even hit it until morning!"
The Hell Realm King Joshua, whose rumors of being worth a whole army alone spread by word of mouth, hadn't been able to shatter a metal wall, and on top of that, he was feeling the bitter taste of being humiliated by the enemy on the tip of his tongue. As the laughs let out by the engineers echoed and passed over thousands of orcs, Joshua clenched his fist; a crimson sphere was concentrating on his hand.
"Joshua, let me try my luck this time!"
While he was still a little child, he had eaten the medicine containing the blood essence of Draco, the founder of the Holy Blood Cult. Before learning to run, he had begun to fight wild creatures; his days had passed in blood, sweat, and tears.
He came to a continent he hadn't even heard the name of before, defended the fiefdom on the edge of the abyss, became one of the main actors in the events that changed the fate of the Hell Realm continent, and finally managed to fully inherit Draco's legacy.
The black metal wall standing before him was practically mocking all these efforts, completely disregarding his labors spanning a lifetime. How could Joshua leave this matter here? Bookworm's call didn't find a response, nor could it; the Hell Realm King Joshua was coming with his attack four times his own size.
In his right hand, there was a sphere of screaming blood. It was as if billions of souls were suffering inside it; the orc warriors battered by the impact of the blow a moment ago were running away without looking back.
"In the face of the nobility of my blood, no wall can stand!"
When the second punch landed on the wall blacker than the night, the screams born from the vibration stretched towards the sky. Passing the layers of air in seconds, they pierced through the bosom of the sky covered with clouds. The moon, which had been hiding for a while, showed its face. Sending its lights through the gap among the dark clouds, it illuminated the obstacle the Machine Empire had set up to protect its region.
The wall blacker than the night was bending again, but this time it couldn't recover as quickly as the previous one. The substance used in its construction managed to absorb the power of the blow by stretching to its limit, but its ends clinging to the Golden City walls didn't look like they would be able to achieve this.
Those parts of the walls, consisting of giant stone blocks placed on top of each other, lost their integrity. Even though Joshua's punch, strong enough to shatter mountains, could be absorbed by the black wall, the Golden City walls couldn't withstand this power.
The wall, which managed to stop the orc forces even if for a short while, was razed to the ground. Those looking at the Hell King's face could understand that he wasn't pleased with the result, but this didn't matter to the orcs charging by passing next to him.
"The effects of the dungeons on this continent on your skill have been tremendous!"
Bookworm, after saying a few words to console the young man who was his old acquaintance, continued to advance because the war was also continuing. A result had been obtained somehow; it wasn't the time to stop and lament.
If they dallied a little more, they could fall behind their friends advancing to conquer the other regions because three great generals had stood before the Elemental Ten, who took the lead for the conquest of the Middle Region.