After the poison entered the enemy's body, Bookworm's facial expression changed, and along with the words coming out of his mouth, all the poisonous gases under his control flocked toward the Sixth Apostle. The King Cobra did not stay idle either; understanding the situation through their shared senses, the Power Animal began to bury the enemy inside a tomb made of golden sands.
The Power Animal King Cobra, who used all his golden sands to imprison the Sixth Apostle within the dome-shaped structure, was obeying Bookworm's word for the first time since moving to the Second Level.
He was fleeing without looking back because he was one of the two people who best understood what they were facing. They did not know if the gold tomb surrounded by poison would be enough to imprison the enemy or how long it would endure.
"You can go nowhere! Not only you, but all orcs will pay the price for the sins you committed against my Master!"
Bookworm began to pour golden dust from within his inter-spatial ring. The yellow-colored dust flowed in torrents; if this scene had occurred at a normal time, the residents of the Golden City might have crushed each other to possess them, but right now they were only being tossed in the direction of the Sixth Apostle.
Again, Bookworm was scattering whatever potions he had into the air. Liquids of every color mixing with the purple poison cloud were advancing toward the same target along with the golden dust. They were on the way to the tomb where the Sixth Apostle was buried; obstacles were being placed before the person who, judging by the threats he hurled, was clearly not dead.
If killing were possible at this moment, Bookworm would have strived to kill such a great threat at any cost, but if even he was choosing to flee, it meant all other options were out of the question.
How right a decision he made was understood within fifty breaths. The flames bursting from inside the golden tomb were burning even the purple poison cloud above it. The golden grains turned to ash; they could not endure even for a few breaths, then the wind blowing from the opening hole sent the entire poison cloud into the depths of the sky.
Everything happened so fast that all the efforts of Bookworm and the King Cobra vanished like soap bubbles. The Sixth Apostle was running; while the ground shook with his every step, the orc group was not in his target.
At first, the Elite Ten and King Cobra, fleeing under Bookworm's leadership, could not understand. They had difficulty comprehending why the enemy they were trying to kill was running in another direction instead of toward them.
Targeting the place where the passage to the Middle Region was made by the shortest route, the Sixth Apostle was destroying whatever came before him, and he was doing it in such a way that the orcs had no choice but to speed up.
If a building appeared before the Sixth Apostle, the man with blood-stained clothes extended his right hand. The Water Element Energy coming out of his palm would demolish the obstacle on his path and pass through.
It seemed as natural as breathing, and he continued to cast magic while running without showing the slightest sign of slowing down. The orcs could put no other name to what they saw; after seeing the flames coming out when he extended his left hand, they could not believe it to be anything other than magic.
The change of the Elemental Ten after setting foot on the Mercenaries' continent, managing to use Elemental attacks without drawing a magic circle, was a great example, but the Sixth Apostle's method was magnificent enough to overshadow even them.
Finally, when they saw him using a Wind Element attack by opening his mouth, they were completely certain. It was impossible for them to measure up to this man; they had to return to the camp as soon as possible and explain what happened, otherwise the greatest massacre in Orc history could occur today.
Fortunately, they were not the people in the target; they only needed to advance to achieve their aim. While the ground tremor moved away, their bodies could not show the slightest sign of relief; they were running with all their might until the tremors ended as if cut by a knife.
The Sixth Apostle stopped running. Had he given up on reaching where he wanted to go, skipping over chasing the people who wanted to kill him, or was there no longer anything requiring him to be there?
The questions had to remain hanging in the air; the confusion in the mind would prevent the body from giving maximum effort, and this situation was the last thing the orc group would want. Except for Bookworm, who threw a glance out of the corner of his eye, the others continued to flee; fleeing from death and warning the others was at the top of the list of duties.
"He is dead; the Seventh Apostle, the carrier of the Master's powers, is dead."
The Sixth Apostle whispered, but the words mixing with the wind coming out of his mouth reached the orc group. It wasn't just words that reached them; the Wind Element attack that sent them flying in all directions and opened dozens of cuts on their bodies had also reached its target.
"No one will stay alive. Neither humans nor orcs, I will kill you all. Using the power given to me by the Master and the might of the manifestation of the sublime Sky Dragon, I will destroy all enemies upon the Mercenaries' Home!"
The Sixth Apostle was making a declaration of annihilation. While saying he would end life not only on the battlefield but across the entire continent, the tears streaming from his eyes were sliding down the collars of his blood-red silk shirt.
The man, opening his right and left hands to the sides, also opened his mouth wide at the same time. A flame-red brilliance shone in his left hand, the light of ice-blue in his right, and light green Wind Element Energy inside his mouth.
He was going to perform three attacks at the same time; the Fire Element and Water Element had the risk of obstructing each other, but the Sixth Apostle, who would also use the Wind Element, could easily solve this problem.
The Wind Element, thanks to its versatility, would both keep the two opposite elements separate and accelerate them, and would be able to tear the enemies into pieces with the sharpness inherent in its nature. The orcs stopped fleeing, raised their weapons, and chose the method of clashing head-on against the incoming attack.
If they were to die, they preferred to die fighting rather than while fleeing. It was impossible for them to achieve the duty that was the first priority, the vital one; they would perform their duty by disregarding their honor, but they did not even think of dying dishonorably.
"Come then, you arrogant fools running toward death! The first victims of the genocide the Orcs will suffer, come!"
While the Sixth Apostle gathered power for the large-scale attack he would perform, he called out to the orcs attacking under Bookworm's leadership. In his words, there was no trace of arrogance, humiliation, or sorrow; the darkest shade of rage was burning like fire, covering everything.
First the Wind Element coming out of the Sixth Apostle's mouth, then the Water and Fire Element set off toward their targets. What was predicted was happening; the flames opening toward the left and the waves advancing on the right were traveling without mixing with each other.
The Wind Element providing this was also coming by blowing away everything in its path; the orcs and the three different types of element attacks were about to clash. The encounter occurred within the time needed for a few steps, a breath, or for the eyelids to meet and separate again.
"Druid Defense Magic - Element Wall!"
The Water, Fire, and Wind Element attacks hit the transparent barrier that appeared suddenly, and at the same times, the attacks of the orc group were hitting the other side. The difference in power was immense; if the curtain descending from the sky had not separated them, the green-skinned beings would have been separated into their atoms.
"No orc will die by your magic while we are here. Bookworm, fall back!"
Elemental Ten Leader Alator was angry; joining their powers along with his nine subordinates, they had performed a magic for defense purposes. The Druid warriors, who decided to perform only attack magic by abandoning the teachings of their ancestors and were excluded from their society for this aim, were breaking their oaths just in time.