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69% World of Six Civilizations / Chapter 68: Massacre

Chapitre 68: Massacre

People looking at each other could not understand what was happening. Who was the orc yelling at that was supposed to kill his opponent?

"Ahhhh!"

"What's going on!"?

"Escape!"

As strange shouts 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 their axes were slaughtering people. They thought they were dreaming, but that's what happened.

The critical points of Parthenia were occupied, and the arena was surrounded by orc warriors who had entered the city as protection. The soldiers Quintus had hired from Nikonya rushed towards the two standing in the middle of the sand, forming a wall of flesh.

"What's going on with my life?"

When the events caused panic in the protocol tribune, the beautiful Athena turned to her husband and spoke. She was looking for an explanation or a shelter to protect, but the scene was different this time.

"Die bitch!"

Cutting the beautiful woman's throat with the dagger in his hand, Quintus stood up and walked towards Epiphanes, ignoring the blood splashing on his face.

The young and handsome boy was stunned by what he saw, was the man walking on him the man who had loved and held him tenderly for years? They were face to face with the fat man when he forced himself to stand up from his seat, and Epiphanes was able to force himself to utter a single word.

"Father!"

Quintus was dazed, locked on his target like a shark smelling blood, preparing to swing his knife.

"Don't do it, don't do it!"

The voice of the City Lord, who was always indifferent, rang in the ears. It was too late, and Quintus began to thrust the dagger in his hand relentlessly into the young man's abdominal cavity.

"Stop it quick!"

The city lord shouted as he pushed the commanders beside him with his hand, indescribable pain in his eyes. He had to see the event, which he would have watched with a smile a few days ago, with heartburn now.

"Soldiers attack!"

Acting on the orders of their lord, the head of the Partheni family was about to make his move, just as the few commanders took their first steps. When the soldiers waiting in the void behind the noble families attacked Astute's location, the group was joined by orc warriors who had not been there before.

What happened in the protocol tribune could even be considered compassionate compared to what happened in the arena. The orc warriors had watched the situation of Nafız from the beginning to the end and were still enraged by the people who wanted death after their chief spoke. Mercy, forgiveness, those words had no value right now. The orcs, whose hearts were burning with rage, smashed everything in their path?

Even the corpses of the people who had killed each other while escaping could not remain in one piece. The blood accumulated on the bottom floor of the stepped stands had risen to the height of an adult human.

"So you're rebelling against me, huh? My spirit guards, to the arena!"

Seeing the soldiers approaching, the City Lord and the four commanders beside him pressed against the high wall in front of them and flew into the arena. Standing ten paces away with Astute in the middle, his assistants drew their swords and began to mutter.

Ignoring the purple armored soldiers coming towards them, the four men finished their words before their enemies could approach them and stabbed their weapons into the ground. It was worth seeing the smiles on their faces when a cube-shaped sanctuary emerged.

The square-shaped area, where one person stood at each corner, was closed from above and below, so it seemed impossible to access its contents. This thesis proved correct as the soldiers arrived in the formation and attacked with their weapons. The sad part was that while those inside the protected area with smoke-colored walls were not attacked, they could attack outwards.

"Die, little worms!"

Astute drew his sword, wielding the strange rune weapon for the first time in Parthenia. A gray mist from his horizontally swung weapon passed through the formation to reach the crowd of soldiers outside. Even if the poor soldiers raised their shields at the last moment, it would not be of any use; it would slay whoever reached the fog.

"Back off quickly."

Hearing Alyon's voice, the soldiers began to move away from the formation. Analyzing the attack, their chief had found the technique's weak spot; the attack's range was too short. After leaving the smoke-colored barriers, it could only last ten steps more. The exciting part was that the other four people stood by their ground-studded weapons and said incantations except for the City Lord.

"Did you think you could kill me like this? You cannot transcend formation; I can wait here as long as I want as long as my soul renewal pills. When my clan receives the news and sends support, what will you do?"

Astute spoke arrogantly, and he was not wrong. He was almost untouchable in his position.

As the City Lord spoke on the side of the formation close to the soldiers, a painful wail came from the other end. His assistant, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, was killed by the blow of the spear that pierced his body. When the spirit guard removed his hand from his weapon, the undulating formation disintegrated from the same place, while an orc began to emerge from the nothingness.

"Thank you for the explanation!"

As the laughing orc emerged from the disintegrating formation, he did not forget to take the dead man with him. Alyon smiled with delight when he saw his comrade. It was none other than Kuyag who broke the barriers.

The orc warrior named Nafız quickly approached him using the skill of his armor as soon as the City Lord had landed in the arena. He had waited patiently when the sanctuary had formed and acted when the arrogant Astute had finished speaking.

The leaders of the noble families, who had fallen into despair at the words of the person who ruled them for years, also breathed a sigh of relief as the formation fell apart. Kuyag's talent terrified them; how long had the orcs been so strong?

An opportunity appeared; as Kuyag again disappeared into nothingness while Alyon and Brutal Wall headed for the two men in the corners. The three remaining men drew their swords and took a battle position with Astute when the barrier was broken.

Alyon was the first to reach his opponent. As he took the ax of one of the dead soldiers, he activated his bloodline power. Seeing an orc running towards him, the lord's deputy covered his sword with a smoky aura, as if trying to use the same technique that killed the soldiers.

The people of the Netherland were different from the sorcerers of the Lands of Light in how they used magic. One side used materials to increase his magic power, while the other used weapons to reflect his ferocity.

His opponent was thinking of dividing Alyon, but there was something he didn't know. Twenty paces away, he would face reality. When the Warrior's Rage overwhelmed his consciousness, he was astonished at what he was ready to swing, unable to move his sword even an inch.

Alyon didn't slow down; he ran and stabbed the ax he was holding into the body of his opponent. Realizing he was dead when the weapon that had entered his body between his legs reached his chest, the man forced a weak groan from his throat.

On the other hand, Brutal Wall was having a hard time. Even though the gray mist couldn't get past his shield, his opponent was charging insanely. Step by step, he went backward, his ears filling with the contempt of his opponent.

"A piece of filth! What good is it to you to fight a warrior like me?"

Accompanied by the sparks as the sword strikes descended, Astute's sidekick was enthused. He had not yet landed a direct strike, but experience told him it was only a matter of time before the resistance of the orc against him was broken. Few steps before the Brutal Wall touched the arena wall, his opponent spoke arrogantly.

"Let's see, what will you do when you have nowhere to run? I will smash you to pieces, first the shield in your hand!"

As soon as the words were finished, the giant shield sank into the ground with a loud thud. The energy building up on him was on a different level than anything Brutal Wall had experienced before.

"You talk too much, stupid human. How one breaks down, let me show you first hand!"

The orc wasn't bluffing when the roar from the mouth of the lion's head relief on the shield's surface reached his opponent. The energy in the form of sound waves had turned the lord's assistant into a puddle of blood, the excess of which destroyed everything standing in front of him.

The reason why Brutal Wall withstood so many blows was that it waited for the relatives who would fall within the scope of its attack to move away.

City lord Astute watched in amazement as he rushed towards his only surviving assistant.

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Where justice is held accountable, mercy loses its rights there.

Georges Duhamel


Chapitre 69: Guardians of Death

While his assistants, who had been accompanying him for years, died one by one, his son, whose existence he had just learned, shared the same fate with them. What was the day like? Would the established order and plans be destroyed so easily?

Moving forward with a thousand thoughts in his mind, Astute suddenly stopped, his only surviving comrade staring at him. His eyes were still staring at him, even as the blade of the dagger that had entered his neck came out of his throat.

He was left alone in the middle of the city he ruled. Thinking what have, I got to lose; he reached for the hilt of the other sword he carried around his waist.

While all this was happening inside the arena, he did not remain indifferent to what was happening in the skies. Grains of rain were falling furiously to the ground as if trying to clean up all the mess. The light of the sun, which was covered by dark black clouds, had decreased. The darkness wanted to cover everything.

Of the people in the stands, fewer than ten survived. With the effect of the heavy rain, the spilled blood was reaching the sand where the warriors were. With its sands gradually turning red, the arena was taking on the air of a pit descended from hell.

"Come on, let me show you what real brutality is!"

Astute had lost the ability to reason. Whichever way he turned, he had enemies or mountains of corpses. Due to Nafiz's order, only those in the section with three noble families survived.

Finishing their work, the warriors turned their attention to the double-bladed man shouting on the sands of the arena. All had witnessed this person's attack with his only sword, and now he had another sword in his hand. His stance was enough to make everyone nervous.

"Look at that Black Lily bastard. When he was cornered, he became a lion!"

The sound might not have been booming, but everyone in the arena felt as if their hearts were squeezed in a vise. Nafız, covered in blood from head to toe, was the most frightening figure in the stadium due to the rain falling on her.

"Blood God Nafız, greetings to you!

Whether orc or human, the warriors simultaneously dropped to their knees and cried out. It wasn't something they did on purpose; their inner urge had condemned them to this action. Even the sound that reached the city by echoing from the arena walls made people's blood freeze.

"So it was you! The killing intent I felt that day was coming from you!"

Astute had ignored his instincts that day. He didn't know he was signing his death warrant when he stopped being a warrior and his years of prosperity put him in a state of complacency.

"I'm coming for you; entertain me!"

After the Nafızjumped out, everyone had only one question in mind. How can she move like that after taking so much damage?

Only Alyon knew the truth. Each blow he struck was weakened by the momentary blockage of Nafız's weapon, which came out of her wristbands. Even if that was the case, it didn't mean that she hadn't taken any damage. She had a lot of stress on her.

Astute began to chant incantations, crossing his two swords, in response to the movement of the female orc running towards him. The swords radiated a vicious air, with the runes shining on them.

After a few breaths, where the runes were, small clouds of transparent mist began to pour into the air through the opening. There were silhouettes in the shape of human faces in the fog, and they were huddled around the city lord as if in consensus.

"I use the labor of my ancestors for hundreds of years for you. You should be proud of yourself!"

Seeing her opponent's moves, Nafız hurriedly shouted!

"Everybody get away! Get to the stands, quick!"

Nafızrecognized the weapons. They were twin swords made for the evil techniques of the Black Lily Clan.

"Guardians of Death"

A cloud of mist formed around Astute. The formation adorned with human faces screaming in pain was the Defense technique of the Death Guards. The weapons that imprisoned the souls of the people they had dealt the killing blow were putting them at the disposal of their users.

"You can't run anywhere!"

When the City Lord had finished his guarding technique, he happily swung his weapons from side to side. Fear fell on everyone as the spirits that emerged from the swords began to rush towards them, turning into a gray mist.

"Get behind me!"

The exact words were heard from two different sides of the arena. Brutal Wall and Alyon were addressing their comrades who had yet to escape. They had two pieces of equipment that could withstand this attack, the giant shield, and Alyon's armor.

Before her opponent's simultaneous attack on the entire area, Nafızabruptly changed her direction. Breaking through the cloud of mist, she struck with the daggers she took from the bounty dungeon.

At first, no one could make sense of the movement, but they figured out the truth when they saw the orc emerging from nowhere. Kuyag was looking for an opportunity to attack the lord, so he observed in the unoccupied area.

Nafız had broken the attack, but the spirit mists that had been blown had also reached her body. If she hadn't had to protect the warrior who was left behind, she could have easily escaped, but she chose to take the damage for the orc, who had great success so far.

''My commander!''

When Kuyag saw what had happened, he began to ask for forgiveness when Nafız shouted to him, "Get away from here now!"

The City Lord was cheerful as he had killed many of his enemies, turning to the noble families standing in the stands, pointing his one sword at them.

"When I am done here, I will make up for the souls I lost from your families!"

Although the households behind them were terrified, the three friends' eyes showed no sign of panic. They had taken a gamble, and they were the ones who would dare to face the consequences.

"Baammmm!"

The City Lord, thrown three steps after being kicked to his shield, turned around to see Nafiz's shooting eyes. It would be a battle of twin daggers against twin swords; Nafiz's hands attacking the soul shield was too fast to be seen.

Having survived the initial shock, Astute began to respond to the attacks that fell with the rain. Nafız, who escaped from the spirit mists that came over her with agile movements, sometimes had to meet with her weapons.

Even when the fight turned into an endurance challenge, the female orc's attacks did not lose any of their speed. There was not the slightest sign of damage to the fog shield after the successive blows.

"Don't tire yourself out, orc. I don't know where you got what you have, but none of them can get near my Death Guards. Before the tens of thousands of souls within them are exhausted, I will lay down the carcasses of all of you!"

Each hit of Nafızkilled one of the spirits that formed the shield. After Astute's words, it became clear that one person couldn't finish the job. Alyon, too, had accepted the truth and had jumped back onto the red-painted sands from the stands he had come out to help his friend.

"Nafız, give me my weapon!"

The giant Warhammer was in the inter-domain ring, so he could engage in battle as soon as he got it.

"When did I tell you that you could get involved in this?"

Alyon was waiting for the answer he got. Otherwise, he would have been surprised. Whatever the case, his friend insisted on finishing what he started alone.

"Don't be stubborn. I'm coming to help you!"

The burly orc was determined this time. Time was working against Nafiz.

"Stay where you are!"

Nafızshouted angrily and stopped her attack, doing somersaults and backing away ten paces in front of Alyon. The female orc's hair danced with the wind, beating the air like a whip. While all this was going on, the three noble family members watched the sight that they would never see again in their lives.

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People think as they live.

Friedrich Engels


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