When Bookworm gave his order, the person who had stood as number one of the Elite Ten for a long time, in fact, since the day it was founded, didn't hesitate. As the Sixth Apostle continued to escape, she too continued to summon more spirits from her totem until the smile, long exiled from the handsome man's face, returned.
"Go and shatter, ten thousand spirits!"
The Sixth Apostle opened his two arms to the sides and shouted. For a moment, no one could make sense of what he did because the warrior spirits the person who was the Leader of the Elite Ten summoned were about to cleave his body in two, but what was expected didn't happen.
The black-colored spirits bursting from the man's chest met the enemy spirits at the last moment and began to drive them backward, sweeping them before them. Astonishment was the dominant emotion on the orc front; if they remained captive to this emotion a little longer, the newly emerged black spirits would reach them.
"Destroy, a hundred thousand spirits!"
When the number of spirits practically bursting from inside the totem reached a hundred thousand, the area remaining in the middle of the structures supported by pillars shone with green color, but this situation lasted short. The black spirits responded with the same power; they were fighting right in the middle, destroying each other.
"It's not for nothing you became the head of the group of kids called the Elite Ten. The equipment you use and the skill integrating with it are powerful enough to change the course of any struggle, or should we say almost any struggle?
As you can see, unfortunately, you hold no sway against me, little orc. In fact, it is impossible for any of you to exert pressure on me. Neither your body hardening, nor your wild creature transformation skill, nor your famous poison are anything more than small jokes in my eyes."
Laughing showing his bright teeth, the Sixth Apostle was in good spirits. In a way impossible for the others to understand, he could imitate the skill of the Elite Ten Leader, and without even having a totem, the grace of ancestors, in his hand at that.
The confused orcs pulled their weapons in front of their bodies and took a defense stance. Only the Elite Ten Leader was continuing the attack, but judging by the sweat flowing from her forehead, this situation wouldn't last long.
"What a pity to be born an orc? Being born with the most unsuitable body to store spiritual powers in, and possessing the highest spiritual power orcs can use. How ironic? How poetic?"
A hundred thousand green and black warrior spirits destroyed each other in minutes. The greatest massacre on the World of the Six Civilizations took place here, in an area twenty steps long and thirty steps wide. It was impossible for someone who didn't see with their eyes to believe these words, but this situation didn't change the fact that what happened was real.
"Heed my call and wake from your sleep! Resurrect at my command, turn my enemies to ashes!"
The female orc who was the Elite Ten Leader took a massive amount of green energy from her body and reflected it onto the totem. The totem, its size growing gradually, was now tall enough to be seen from everywhere on the battlefield.
"You are summoning something you didn't kill with your own hands, little orc. You might have an unlimited lifespan, but because you sacrificed your vitality, you will live a long part of your life as an old person!"
The Sixth Apostle didn't break his smile, but his words full of contempt were enough to make his face look ugly. The man, who showed no sign of fear while under the red light hitting his face, looked relaxed as his shadow covered the buildings behind him.
The Elite Ten leader swayed first, then unable to hold on any longer, she fell to her knees. She had pushed herself to her limit; it was as if all the water in her body had been drained, but the majesty of the entity she managed to summon was enough to make one say it was worth all this sacrifice.
A torso extending over short four legs was the first detail catching the eye. The creature's height from the ground was as much as an orc warrior, but the size of just its tail was four or five times this. There were fire-colored stripes on its body covered with black scales, and the size and length of the stripes increased as it looked at the Sixth Apostle.
Flicking its forked tongue, the creature wanted to intimidate, but the man before it didn't look like he cared about it. Even the Salamander, large enough to almost cover the area where the sides encountered, didn't receive enough attention from the Sixth Apostle.
"You've got your hands on the spirit of the wild creature nurtured by the Holy Fire Sect, you even managed to manifest it up to the materialization stage. I couldn't decide whether to congratulate you or lay you across my knee and spank your ass because of your stupidity?
You still haven't understood, have you? You possess not a shred of information regarding how the skill the Master bestowed upon me works. Little orc, no matter what you summon, defeating me is impossible!"
"Awaken and destroy my enemy!"
The Sixth Apostle made his call. His chest was glowing; seconds later, an ice-blue light shone, blinding the open eyes. The orcs, closing their eyes despite being in the middle of a battle, involuntarily stepped backward when they regained sight.
A new creature had appeared; its body, woven with snow-white scales, was elongating, supported by the marble pillars, and reaching all the way to the top of the structures surrounding the area. It was impossible for those who could see the totem not to see it; while the Salamander, whose scales turned completely ember-red, was on the ground, the creature with small wings emerging from both sides of its snake-like torso was practically in the sky.
The Salamander roared. It lifted its thick neck and began to spew fire, and at the same time, the creature covered in snow-white scales sent a bone-chilling air mass downwards. The two powers clashed once more, but this time the effect they created ended with the orc front being sent flying.
The Sixth Apostle stood where he was; neither the fire of the Salamander nor the cold breath of the creature he summoned was enough to budge him. The two creatures clashed again; pillars, roofs, even the main bodies of the structures were shattering and blowing up in the air.
"This entity advancing on the path of becoming a Dragon is my Master's gift to me. It's just one of the hundreds in his palace, and your pathetic Salamander has no chance against it. You will all kneel before the true god, my Master, and as his Apostle, I will rule over you!"
Following the speech ending with roars of laughter, the Sixth Apostle put one hand on the snow-white creature he summoned and transferred pitch-black energy from his body to it. The energy advancing along the creature's giant body concentrated at a single point when it reached its head. A human-sized scale between its two eyes turned black, and the creature's cold breath began to suppress the Salamander's fire.
The course of events wasn't good for the orc front. The enemy creature, possessing the advantage of both power, height, and support, was establishing dominion over the Salamander on their side. The Elite Ten Leader was unconscious; it was impossible for her to transfer power to the wild creature she summoned.
"King Cobra, shine!"
Bookworm, probably realizing the point of no return had come, called his Power Animal, the King Cobra, for help. One more of the few structures surrounding the area that managed to stay standing collapsed.
The King Cobra covered in golden yellow scales rose in a manner befitting its name. While the allied creature Salamander took its place beneath it by stepping a few steps back, the ice-blue dragon-like winged snake was watching the latest developments.
"They said you were the smartest orc, but I guess it was nothing more than an overrated title. Using a creature with poison attributes and another with fire attributes at the same time, what an ingenious plan is this?"
The Sixth Apostle wasn't wrong; using two species that destroyed each other's attributes together wasn't the most logical move, but sometimes circumstances could choose the moves you would make for you. Bookworm, knowing the situation would worsen if he didn't do anything, didn't fall for the provocation. He threw off his purple cloak; using his golden yellow sands, he took his place on the head of his Power Animal, the King Cobra.