People looking at each other couldn't understand what was happening. To whom was the orc who was supposed to kill his opponent shouting?
"Ahhhh!"
"What is happening!"
"Run!"
When strange screams began to come from the back rows of the stands, the heads of those in the front suddenly turned towards the sounds. Armored orc soldiers with axes in their hands were slaughtering people. They thought they were hallucinating, but this was what was happening.
Parthenia's critical points were held, and the arena was surrounded by orc warriors who entered the city as bodyguards. As for the soldiers Quintus hired from Nikonya, they ran towards the duo standing in the middle of the sands and formed a wall of flesh.
"My life, what is happening!"
When the events caused panic in the protocol stand, beautiful Athena turned to her husband and spoke. Evidently, she was looking for an explanation or a shelter to protect herself, but the scene she saw this time was completely different.
"Die, harlot!"
Quintus, slitting the beautiful woman's throat with the dagger in his hand, stood up ignoring the blood splashing on his face and walked towards Epiphanes.
The young and handsome boy froze in the face of what he saw; was the man walking towards him the man who loved and embraced him with compassion for years? When he forced himself to stand up from where he sat, they had already come face to face with the fat man; Epiphanes could barely force a single word out of his mouth.
"Father!"
Quintus saw red; like a shark catching the scent of blood, he locked onto his target and prepared to swing his knife.
"Don't, don't do it!"
The voice of the City Lord, who always adopted indifferent attitudes, rang in the ears. It was too late; Quintus began to stab the dagger in his hand into the young man's abdominal cavity incessantly.
"Stop him immediately!"
The city lord shouted while pushing the commanders beside him with his hand; there was indescribable pain in his eyes. He had to see the event, which he would have watched laughing a few days ago, with his heart burning now.
"Soldiers, attack!"
Just as a few commanders taking action with their lord's orders took their first steps, the head of the Partheni family would make his move. When the soldiers waiting in the space behind the noble families attacked towards where Astute was, orc warriors who were not there before also joined the group.
The events in the protocol stand were a drop in the ocean compared to what was happening in the rest of the arena. Orc warriors, having watched Nafız's situation from beginning to end, were sharpened against the humans still wanting death after their chief's speech. Mercy, pity, these words had no value right now. Orcs with hearts burning with anger were tearing apart everything crossing their path.
Even the corpses of people killing each other by crushing while fleeing couldn't remain in one piece. The blood accumulating on the bottom floor of the stepped stands had risen as high as an adult human.
"So it's rebellion, huh! My soul guards, to the arena!"
Seeing the soldiers coming at him, the City Lord and the four commanders beside him stepped on the high wall in front of them and flew into the arena. His assistants, standing ten steps away with Astute in the middle, drew their swords and began to mutter a set of words.
The four people, ignoring the purple-armored soldiers coming towards them, finished their words and stuck their weapons into the ground before their enemies could approach them. When a cube-shaped protection area appeared, the smile appearing on their faces was worth seeing.
Since the square-shaped area with a person standing at each corner was closed from the bottom and top as well, it seemed impossible to reach those inside. Just as the soldiers reached the formation and attacked with their weapons, this thesis was proven correct. The painful part of the matter was that while those inside the protection area with smoke-colored walls didn't receive attacks, they could attack outwards.
"Die, little worms!"
Astute drew his sword; he was using the weapon with strange runes on it for the first time in Parthenia. A gray mist coming out of his weapon, which he swung horizontally, passed through the formation and reached the crowd of soldiers outside. Although the poor soldiers raised their shields at the last moment, it wouldn't be of any use; the mist would mow down whoever it reached.
"Retreat!"
Hearing Alyon's voice, the soldiers began to move away from around the formation. Their chief, analyzing the attack, had found its weak point; the range of the attack was very short. After exiting the smoke-colored barriers, it could maintain its effect for at most ten more steps. The really interesting part of the matter was that, except for the City Lord, the other four people were waiting at the head of their weapons stuck in the ground and saying magic words.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Did you think you could kill me this way? It is impossible for you to breach the formation; as long as I have my soul replenishment pills, I can wait here as long as I want. When my clan receives the news and sends support, let's see what you will do?"
Astute was speaking in arrogance, and he wasn't wrong. He was practically untouchable in his position.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
While the City Lord was speaking on the side of the formation close to the soldiers, a painful cry rose from the other end. His assistant, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, was dying from a spear blow piercing his body. When the soul guard pulled his hand from over his weapon, the formation starting to fluctuate dissolved from the same place, while an orc began to appear from nothingness.
"Thank you for the explanation!"
While the orc speaking laughing exited the dispersing formation, he didn't forget to take the dead man with him. Alyon smiled with pleasure seeing his comrade; the person destroying the barriers was none other than Kuyag.
The orc warrior named by Nafız had quickly approached the City Lord using his armor's ability as soon as he descended to the arena. He waited patiently when the protection area formed, and took action when the arrogant Astute finished his speech.
The leaders of the noble families, falling into despair for a moment against the words of the person ruling them for years, also breathed a sigh of relief with the dispersal of the formation. Kuyag's ability had terrified them; since when were orcs this strong?
The opportunity had arisen; while Kuyag blended into nothingness again, Alyon and Vahşiduvar headed towards the two men in the corners. When the barrier broke, the remaining three people also drew their swords and took a battle position along with Astute.
Alyon was the first to reach his opponent. While taking the axe of one of the dead soldiers in his hand, he activated his bloodline power. Seeing an orc running towards him, the lord's assistant covered his sword with a smoke-colored aura as if wanting to apply the same technique that slaughtered the soldiers.
People of the Hell Realm were different from the mages of the Lands of Light in terms of using magic. While one side used materials to increase magic power, the other used weapons to reflect their savagery.
His opponent thought of splitting Alyon in two, but there was something he didn't know. Twenty steps away, he would face the truth. When the Warrior's Rage pressured his consciousness, he was confused about what hit him; he couldn't move his sword, ready to swing, even a millimeter.
Alyon didn't cut his speed; he plunged the axe he held in his hand from bottom to top into the torso of his adversary, whom he approached running. When the weapon entering his body from between his two legs reached his rib cage, the man realizing he died forced a weak moan out of his throat.
On the other side, Vahşiduvar was having tough moments. Although the gray mist couldn't breach his shield, his opponent was charging madly. He was retreating step by step, his ears filling with his adversary's insults.
"Piece of filth! Who are you to clash weapons with a warrior like me!"
Accompanied by sparks flying as sword blows landed, Astute's assistant lost himself. He hadn't been able to make a clear hit yet, but his experience told him it was a matter of time before the resistance of the orc facing him broke.
A few steps before Vahşiduvar touched the arena wall, his opponent spoke with arrogance.
"Let's see what you will do when you have no place left to run? First I will tear the shield in your hand apart, then you!"
As soon as the words ended, the giant shield was planted into the ground with a loud noise. The energy accumulated on it was on a level different from what Vahşiduvar had experienced before.
"You talked too much, stupid human. Let me show you firsthand how someone is torn apart!"
When the roar coming out of the mouth of the lion head relief on its surface reached his opponent, it was understood that the orc wasn't bluffing. The energy in the form of sound waves turned the lord's assistant into a pool of blood, and the remaining part destroyed everything standing in front of it.
The real purpose of Vahşiduvar enduring so many blows was to reduce the number of his kin who would remain within the impact area of his attack.
While city lord Astute watched what was happening with amazement, he proceeded running towards the side of his only surviving assistant.