When the giant hammer landed on the bright yellow shield, first large cracks appeared on the technique formed by the twins, and a breath later, nothing would remain in the middle.
"Fight with me, little people!"
The grey-haired orc warrior roared with arrogance; calling his enemies, who were two meters tall, "little" was possible only for someone possessing abnormal physical characteristics like him.
"Brother, draw your weapon!"
With the masked man's call, his twin would also take his staff in hand; two weapons emitting a dazzling light were revealed in these moments.
"Flood of Light!"
"Swords of Light!"
The twins seemed to be shouting in unison but saying different things; judging by the tone of their voices, no trace remained of their indifferent attitudes.
The swords filling the air belonged to the man covering his face with a mask; after his needles were brutally shattered just a moment ago, he had chosen a much more powerful attack this time.
His brother, whose hair over his shoulder didn't move even a millimeter, was using a technique consisting of raging waves.
Their aim was to stop the orc running at them with full speed through their joint attacks; even though they underestimated him, they still hadn't solved the mystery of the axe in his hand.
Leonardo and the druids couldn't believe their eyes upon seeing the attack of the Sacred Twins of the Golden Crown; especially the Master, despite having made many weapons, was witnessing such a magnificent attack for the first time.
Unlike the others, Abgesandte was watching what happened without displaying a single facial expression; Nafız beside him was no different, as unresponsive as people going about their daily lives.
"Do I need to cut off your limbs for you to get serious!"
Alyon, whose eyes had turned wild, shouted with the attitude of a child who didn't get what he expected; since he stepped onto the battlefield after a long time, he found the mutual power-testing attacks boring.
Uttering a war cry that shook the earth and sky, he entered headfirst into the incoming attacks, cutting through this bombardment with his weapon, which created a small hurricane from his swings.
"Brother, we can't hold back; we'll finish this in one shot!"
After all those years, they had never expected to find themselves in such an intense battle; they had come here hoping to handle a few small troubles and return comfortably.
When Heinrich saw the two orcs coming to their region, he concluded that the time for the action he had planned for a long time had arrived; that's why he had invited the leaders of the neighboring region, with whom he had been negotiating for an alliance for a while.
His aim was both to make a show of force and to impose the duty of insurance on his guests against a mishap that might arise, however low the probability.
Now, while he watched the struggle in fear from between his legs where he squeezed his head, the brothers who came as guests of honor were gritting their teeth and transferring a large part of their soul powers to their weapons.
"Spears of Light!"
"Tsunami of Light!"
Although the state of the masked one wasn't clear, veins wandering like small worms appeared on the marble-smooth skin of the other brother; it was very obvious they had launched a large-scale attack.
As for Alyon, he was in quite good condition except for a few scratches remaining as souvenirs from the previous struggle; there was no change in his appearance other than the red lines on his green skin.
Since his lineage power remained ineffective against the twins, he was meeting the incoming attacks with his pure strength and the help of Abarran's magnificent weapon. Seeing the bright spots in the sky again, his enthusiasm would increase one more fold; although he knew a much tougher test awaited him, his mind was clearer than ever.
Spears reaching half a meter in length and the thickness of a normal human wrist were descending upon him; the light attack, having taken the shape of raging waves, was increasing the speed of the spears as if its own destructiveness wasn't enough.
"Mistress, aren't you going to help your friend?"
Ainle knew they would remain safe no matter what happened while inside the shield surrounding them; what he couldn't make sense of was why the female orc wasn't involved in the events taking place.
While waiting curiously for the answer he would receive, something he hadn't guessed at all happened; Nafız contented herself with merely watching the ongoing struggle as if she hadn't heard him at all.
Helpless, the scrawny druid turned to his front; like everyone else, he too would follow the trace of the first spear reaching its target. When the sparkles of the attack, scattering upon meeting the giant axe, rose to the sky, another one immediately filled its place.
Alyon couldn't stop even for a moment; under the rain of giant light waves trying to crash into his body and spears coming at him by accelerating along with them, the hulking orc's only support was the weapon in his hand.
The armor he wore was slowly wearing out; knowing he couldn't meet all attacks no matter what he did, the grey-haired orc was stubbornly fighting by gripping the handle of his axe tightly.
"We can't stop this time, brother; we must continue until the orc dies!"
The twins had sustained their first serious attack for thirty seconds; the reason for this was that they had to spend their soul powers, whose effect they increased via the crystal at the tip of their staffs.
At this point, they were actually more advantageous compared to the inhabitants of the Hell Realm; while their arch-enemies could display their powers only through a weapon, they used weapons only to increase the intensity of their attacks.
Thus, by saving the soul power required for the attack, they had the chance to remain active in the battle for long periods.
"Be ready to break the escape crystal as soon as it's over!"
No matter how magnificent their external appearances were, the bodies of most people developing according to the methods of the Lands of Light were quite weak compared to their souls.
This was the only reason why the twins, risking consuming almost all of their soul powers, planned to flee the moment they reached their goals.
Even though they thought one step ahead, they didn't weaken their attacks coming out of their staffs for a moment; their enemy's armor was almost completely shattered, and the areas soaked with his own blood had taken a red color.
The war had officially turned into a duel between the soul power of two people and the energy of one orc; although the wounds on his body increased, Alyon, closing his eyes, was unexpectedly calm.
This feeling penetrated even those looking at him; it wasn't an attitude put on for show, but a feeling coming almost from the depths of his heart.
"So this is how it feels for a man to be where he belongs; despite all the chaos happening around me, I am so happy."
His heart pumped blood like crazy, and his arms swung the giant axe ceaselessly with the effect of adrenaline; right now, Alyon was no different from a machine working at full efficiency.
While his body pushed itself to its limits not to be destroyed, the weather in his inner world was calm as milk. The grey-haired orc, who hadn't been able to sleep comfortably for a single night for more than two years, was relaxed enough to let himself go if they let him.
"Alyon who was wanted dead right at the beginning of his life, Alyon who saved his tribe, Father Alyon, Alyon chasing his master's revenge, Chief Alyon, Alyon defeated in the greatest war of his life; which of these is the real me?"
While all these thoughts passed through the mind of the hulking orc swinging his axe, he just watched them flow away; even when the never-ending attacks of the twin brothers opened dozens of holes in his body, not a single sign of panic was seen on his face.
"Why do I define myself by what I have to do in situations where conditions drag me? The real question should be what I want. Where am I happy, doing what can I be like myself without being under any influence?"
Every part of Alyon except his eyes was covered in blood; while those inside the Blood Dome, including Nafız this time, were worried to death, his enemies were in completely different emotions.
"What kind of creature is this man? Don't stop, brother; if we can't kill him now, it means our days on this continent are over!"
For a moment, the twins had thought of stopping the attack and fleeing, but they would change their minds immediately after. They had already become enemies to the death with Alyon today; they knew this monster would chase after them sooner or later if they allowed him to recover.
While the Sacred Twins of the Golden Crown continued their attacks without minding the blood leaking from their noses, a faint voice inside Alyon, whose body responded automatically like a robot, would finally give up stubbornness and answer him.
"You already know the answers; stop searching now and be the person you are meant to be, Supreme Lord of the battlefields Alyon!"
Suddenly, Alyon would open his eyes as if waking from an eternal sleep; while two drops of tears trickled from his jet-black eyes, a cry that those who heard would not forget for their lifetimes would escape from his lips.