A blonde soldier had assumed the command after the Captain was killed and led the attack with the rest, holding his sharp Sword firmly in his hands. Even though he was also scared of suffering the same fate as the Captain, he was still attempting to kill the enemies, praying that he wasn't going to be cut in halves.
His courage inspired even more soldiers who followed him.
Lia finally made a move of herself as she took a step forward toward the soldiers. Her staff had come to life. A powerful aura shrouded her.
Even though Azekiel wasn't looking at the battlefield, he could also feel that aura.
The blonde soldier who was now leading the team of nineteen abruptly stopped. His face went blank for some reason as he gazed in the eyes of the Witch of the Famine in a daze.
The soldier turned back, flashing his Sword. The soldiers that were following him saw the Sword coming toward him. The attack... It was too late for them to avoid it.
"What ar-" They couldn't even finish their sentence as the Sword sliced the necks of the three soldiers in the back.
This sent a Signal to the fifteen Soldiers who were still alive. So far, four of the soldiers were dead, three dying at the hands of one of their own men.
All fifteen Soldiers moved back, raising their swords, taking a battle stance.
"Naks! What are you doing?!" A soldier roared. "You Traitor!"
Naks stood blankly. He didn't answer the young soldiers who felt like they were betrayed as he started running towards the fifteen Soldiers.
All fifteen Soldiers attacked Raks in unison, ultimately taking him down.
Two more soldiers had died before Naks was killed, leaving only thirteen soldiers.
It was only when Naks was stabbed in the chest and was at the death's door that he came out of his daze. He didn't know how he ended up in this situation. What had happened?
Just as he was about to attack the Witch of Famine, his mind had turned blank. The next thing he knew, he was stabbed by his own men?
He tried to speak something as if trying to warn his fellow men what had happened to him so they could be alert. Unfortunately, no matter how much he tried, no words came out of his mouth. His body dropped to the ground.
Unfortunately, this wasn't the end of trouble for the thirteen soldiers as two more soldiers appeared to have switched sides as they attacked their fellow men. One of the two who turned now was none other than the man who had stabbed Naks.
The Fifty Porters who had followed Azekiel stood blankly, amazed at this lady. She was so scary! She was killing the soldiers without using any weapon! Just who was this girl? Whoever she was, she was really scary.
"She is so... Amazing." One of the porters exclaimed.
"That seems to be the case." A calm voice fell in the man's ears in response, bringing him out of his daze. He noticed that Azekiel was standing before him. His hand was inside the bag as if he was searching for something.
Azekiel brought out the first fruit he could find from the bag before he turned to face the battlefield.
Raphael noticed the apple in the hand of Azekiel. He couldn't help but remember his own past.
Azekiel took a bite from the apple in his hands as he started leaving. He had seen all he needed to see on the skills of Lia. Now he was beginning to feel bored.
By now, all the Soldiers had understood that something wasn't right. Unfortunately, it was too late for them now. The infighting led to the death of all thirteen of the Soldiers. They all died fighting not the enemy but themselves.
Lia raised her staff even higher. "This was just a sample. Time to go big."
"Huh?" Just as she was about to do something big, she felt her body go through a change. Her physical body again returned to a spiritual form.
"What? Why! But I wasn't done yet!" She raged in anger.
"You can only be summoned for a limited amount of time." Raphael reminded Lia. "Since you were having so much fun with the small group of people, you forgot to keep an eye on the time. Take it as a lesson. When we are summoned, we don't have time to play around. Finish the job."
"Argh! But this much time was so less! What is this torture! Argh! I wanted to play around more!" Lia stomped her foot on the ground in rage, but she couldn't do anything now. Her time was already up.
She ran to Azekiel, who appeared to be going towards the center of the battlefield. "Hey, King. Summon me again. I seem to run out of time. Let me back on the field!"
"There's no need for that. I gave you time, and you showed me what you could. There's no need for you to enter the battlefield anymore." Azekiel didn't even look at Lia as he kept advancing ahead.
He was still in torn clothes, which made him actually look like a beggar, but many people on the battlefield now knew that he was a threat.
The General of the Empire of Greed was notified about a stranger coming toward them. Since he was so immersed in the battle, he had stopped keeping an eye on Azekiel. He was sure that the men he sent were enough to kill them.
"He is still alive? What are those men doing? They couldn't even kill one man?" Initially, he thought that his men let him pass but only when he saw the twenty dear bodies his eyes widened. This man... He had killed twenty of their soldiers.
"That man must be a Soldier from the Empire of Pride!"
The man was just about to command his archers to shoot Azekiel down when he noticed that he didn't need to. One of the arrows of the Archers from the Empire of Pride was already coming to him.
"They are attacking him as well? Isn't he one of them either? Then who is he?!" The General exclaimed in surprise. "It doesn't matter. He will be dead soon when he's hit by the arrow. Still, just to be sure..."
He raised the tone of his voice. "Archers! Shoot that man!" He commanded his Archers as well.
Hundreds of Arrows from both sides flew towards Azekiel, aiming to pin him down.
Azekiel was right where the rain of arrows was going to fall.
"Is he looking to die?" Lia asked Raphael. She wanted to go and help Azekiel, but she couldn't do anything. She could only scold Azekiel for not running.
The barrage of arrows flew up before coming down straight at Azekiel.
Azekiel had finished the apple he was eating by now. He patted his torn clothes as he gazed at the arrows approaching him as if they weren't deadly attacks but flowers.
He waved his fingers in the air before him as if writing something on the air.
"This entire Warzone is our feeding ground. My dear weapon of Gluttony... Let's see what you're capable of."
He finally tapped on the option of his Weapon of Sin, calling it out at the last second.
