The moment the axe blocked General Hair and the metallic left arm stopped General Tongue, the crimson energy overflowing from Alyon's body turned into a pillar reaching up to the sky. The Lineage Power was still with him; he was using it for General Eye.
The body created with Dark Energy that remained inside the pillar lost its momentum and began to scream and struggle. The darkness had reshaped it using its memories, and the Seventh Apostle was controlling this formed entity as he pleased, but when Alyon's god-like power got involved, everything was ruined.
Alyon, the first person to succeed in awakening the seed the God of War Kızagan planted inside every orc and the one who took the title of his shadow on earth, imprisoned his enemy inside the pillar that was the manifestation of his Lineage Power.
While the Warrior's Fury exerted pressure on the Dark Energy in the shape of General Eye at every moment, the wrath of the God of War Kızagan made him suffer. It was impossible for him to endure if this continued; with the other two Great Generals also being blocked by Alyon, the Seventh Apostle took action to become the upper hand once again.
He would support his three subordinates with weapons shooting out of his shapeless body and formed by Dark Energy. The sky was covered with the Seventh Apostle's attacks; what would Alyon, surrounded by enemies on three sides, do about this?
The response was not delayed; if the shapeless creature could shoot weapons from his body, Alyon could also summon support forces from his. A human warrior with crimson armor appeared behind the Orc Chief, the sword in his hand shining in chrome color.
"Chrome, give me power! Sharpen my sword so I may cut my enemies!"
While Alyon held the three generals, the Power Animal Pehlivan took the stage. There were no traces of crimson energy on his sword, but he managed to neutralize the weapons shaped with Dark Energy. The Seventh Apostle did not slow down; he continued to attack, ignoring the newly emerged enemy.
Alyon and Pehlivan stood back to back; they looked as if they could cope even if the World of the Six Civilizations collapsed upon their heads, but in these moments, another on the battlefield was not as dignified as them.
The Seventh Apostle, who usurped the Dark Element Energy inside hundreds of thousands of living beings, was no longer the size he was when he first emerged from the pit. He was paying the price for the attacks he carried out without pause and for making three humans take shape to fight.
His shapeless, fluid, and foul-smelling torso, which was eight steps by five steps in size, had shrunk by half. He no longer seemed as unreachable or as powerful as before.
His small head looked more reasonable atop his torso, but he did not seem to like this situation. With a shrill cry, accompanied by a groan resembling the wails of suffering spirits, pieces began to break off from the parts of his body touching the ground.
Dark Element Energies in the shape of orc and human warriors went on the attack. When the three-person team and the attacks in the form of weapons were not enough, the Seventh Apostle chose to send his own army, and his form changed moment by moment.
When Alyon looked at the coming crowd, he saw his new enemies numbering over a thousand. Although the dead bodies inside the pit were in the tens of thousands, only a force of this size could be formed with the Dark Element Energy inside them.
The Seventh Apostle shrunk once more to half the size he was; with dimensions a bit more than two steps by one step, he remained as large as standard orcs, but the entities he created were running to change the course of the battle.
Orc Chief Alyon waited for them, waited and waited until there were ten steps between them, staying unresponsive, and then he made a call magnificent enough to be heard from every hole within the Golden City borders.
"Mutant Orc Army, attack!"
The ground was shaking, nearby buildings were collapsing; it was practically raining orcs from the sky. Alyon's personal army was emerging; no structure in the Golden City could stand before them. They were in the desired place within five breaths, and their eyes were glowing with crimson color.
The first wave of warriors, resembling neither human, wild creature, nor orc, crashed into the Dark Element Army that had come before Alyon. Any other term would be insufficient to express this form of attack; the Mutant Orc Army, like a green wave, swept the black filth from before their commander.
The numerical superiority had been in the Seventh Apostle's hands since the beginning of the battle, but suddenly the situation reversed. So much so that Pehlivan did not even have to deal with the weapons raining from the sky; the Power Animal was magnifying his target.
Entrusting the orc warrior from whose spirit he was shaped to the Mutant Orc Army, he went on the offensive; of course, there were hundreds of mutant orcs behind him. The Seventh Apostle had regained his mobility with the help of his shrunken body; he managed to parry the incoming attacks, but he was not absorbing them as he had done before.
"What happened? Have you reached your limit? Go on then, run if you can, try to get your hands on the darkness in the Southern Region!"
Knowing your enemy moved you one step forward in battle, and Alyon knew the creature who previously took his arm and eye like he knew his own name. He understood that after entering a war of attrition, if he was not successful, he would flee and try again, preferring to fight within this cycle.
The Seventh Apostle wanted to act exactly as Alyon said until he saw the mutant orcs waiting for him when he turned his back. For perhaps the first time in a war he was in, he was being defeated by his own method; the confused Seventh Apostle turned to what he knew best, but his opponent was not encountering him for the first time.
Still, the Seventh Apostle wanted to try; even if he could not turn into a shadow and leak through the cracks as before, his speed was not to be underestimated. When he managed to avoid being caught by the bones shooting out from the rib cage of the first mutant orc he encountered, he might have even started to think he could do it, but there was a surprise waiting for him.
These orcs were the warriors of Alyon's personal army, meaning they served the shadow of the God of War Kızagan on earth. With the punch landing on his stomach, the Seventh Apostle would understand what this meant; the same crimson energy was also in the bodies of these orcs.
Its source was Alyon; without him, it was impossible for them to reach this honor, but right now they had the capacity to harm the Seventh Apostle. The doubled-over dark being wanted to slip away by rolling; he managed to evade one attack, and as a result of his small victory, he kissed the ground again with the slap landing on his head.
The Mutant Orc Army did not use weapons because their bodies had turned into weapons themselves. A slap might be the thing the Seventh Apostle feared the least, but if this blow came from someone whose hands were three times the size of normal orc hands and covered in crimson energy, there was no escape.
When he raised his face, covered in the blood spurting from his mouth, and saw the orcs wanting to shatter his brain, the Seventh Apostle leaped from his place with the momentary burst of power created by the danger of death. Fleeing towards the Southern Region was out of the question and trying it meant death; he began to run toward the place where Alyon was fighting the three generals.
Meanwhile, in a language no one on the battlefield understood, he was shouting, making sounds that no living being on the World of the Six Civilizations used. His voice was in the shrillest form possible, making those who heard it feel as if needles were being plunged into their brains.
"Shut your mouth, you walking filth!"
Alyon turned around; the Mutant Orc Army and Pehlivan destroyed the Three Great Generals in the duration of a breath. The Orc Chief brought down his fist, supported by the momentum of his body stretched like a bow, onto the face of the Seventh Apostle running toward him.
"No matter what you do, you will die today, but first it is time to settle the account for the things you took from me!"
Alyon grabbed the left arm of the Seventh Apostle, who was stuck to the ground after being tossed a few steps, and the moment he finished his words, he tore it away from the dark torso. The bellowing Seventh Apostle doubled over with the kick he received to his waist, but Alyon grabbed him by the throat and lifted him into the air.
He brought his black metallic arm close to the enemy's face; extending his thumb, index, and middle fingers, he gouged out the eye inside the Seventh Apostle's eye socket. The receivables and payables remaining from the old ledger were finished; now it was time to open a new page.