Helial took a step forward as the crowd continued to curse him. All those who had bet on the Tristia Team victory were going to rip their hair off in desperation. Did that brat really mean to blow up all their savings?

"Do you think he will win?" Cesar asked Aure with a dubious frown on his face.

"That would be a really big problem," replied Aure, sighing.

Both were feeling a great weight on their chests.

Although the match seemed so insignificant in the eyes of the crowd, in fact it would have decided Orma's fate. Whether the boy would have killed all the members of Team of the Sect of the Worthy without receiving any backfire from his Mana Oath, whoever had a hint of brain in Orma's high places would have understood that there was something rotten in that matter.

Aure was right to admire that young man. What appeared to be a fight without any real motivation was, in reality, a well-studied tactic. Perhaps some idiot could have been content to enjoy a fight to the death just for fun, without thinking about the reasons behind it. However, Aure was an idiot and he knew very well that this fight could ruin part of his plans, putting Cesar on the defensive.

Both Immortals were tense. They knew that, if the fight ended with the killing of the members of the Sect, Orma's equilibrium would begin to crack.

Cesar and Aure played their part, but they feared what could have happened on that same day. Even Cesar hoped not to witness something too extreme.

Until then the King had tried to ignore the movements that took place in Orma's shadows, for fear of finding a trail that would lead back to his thousand-year-old friend, but if he would have to face such a solid proof, he would be forced to doubt him.

Even Aure had acted very cautiously until then, uncertain of what to do, but the outcome of the battle that was about to take place would have forced him to give up all his other options.

Not mentioning the true importance of that match, Cesar and Aure smiled in a strained way. At that moment, Helial began to advance slowly towards Medea and her group.

Malato, one of the members of the Justices, was holding an enormous two-handed axe and watching with a terrifying ferocity Helial, who in turn stared at him without flinching.

"Today the traitors of Orma, the scum of this splendid city, will die. Today I will show Orma what is rotten in its foundations”, Helial's voice resounded calmly, but so powerful and solemn that the whole stadium was suddenly silent. "If someone on this city's high places thought this was a weak plot, be known they are wrong; don't you see how visible and clear my actions are? Today I will bring the Sect of the Worthy to the dock." Helial spread her arms, forcing the audience to stare at him even more intensely. "The greatest men of Orma have witnessed the moment I made an Oath of Mana within the Senate, so they will believe me when I say that my actions are for Orma's good. I swore I would never kill an innocent Goblin; that is why, if I had to kill a traitor of his own race or someone who tried to kill me, as in the case of Medea, then I could shed their blood without any consequence from the Oath.

"And if you think this is a fight, you are wrong. This is a death sentence against the Sect of the Worthy", proclaimed Helial and his voice was voice full of contempt, "and for all the traitors in Orma."

BANG!

Most of the spectators suddenly got up from their seats and started screaming at Helial, while others were so upset that they couldn't move and remained seated with dazed faces. If what Helial had said had been true, if the Human had killed the members of the Sect he had in front of him, the fifteen Executioners would have been branded as guilty.

In fact, the mere fact of having tried to kill Helial meant having committed a very serious crime: it would have been the equivalent of trying to kill Cesar. If instead the reason was that the Sect of the Worthy was as rotten to the core as to invalidate the debt of Karma of all its members, then it would probably have catastrophic consequences within Orma.

As the crowd, startled, screamed, a girl with black hair and sinuous curves looked at the young man in the centre of the arena with malice and bit her lips, wondering when she could taste that flesh again.

Her charming figure was on the stage of the Guild of Life and Death, next to his father Big, who, under the explicit request of his daughter and wife, had come to attend the most important meeting with his future son-in-law.

On the other side of the arena, a figure covered from head to toe with black armour looked at Helial with eyes full of flames, while he squeezed the two swords hanging from his hips. Orma was about to enter an era of war.

On the stage dedicated to the Colosseum big shots, the Elders were focusing their attention on the figure with the black armour, wondering what the unwavering Pseudonym was thinking to get so excited. Pseudonym had always kept himself under control and played his cards wisely. If he had such a reaction then he had to know something.

Comodo kicked the two servants who were massaging his legs. He hit one of them with a kick to the face, making her spit out a considerable amount of blood. The other jerked away to avoid being hit, her eyes full of terror. Despite the pain, the woman who had been struck tried not to make a sound. She had just lost her teeth, better not to lose her life too.

Beyond the gate that divided the interior of the Colosseum from the arena, Snowflake was swearing loudly: "Declaring war on Orma's second greatest power without even having deep enough ties in the first, you fucking fool."

Lumia, on the other hand, remained silent; she was not at all shaken by Helial's claims. The Emperor Stage the child had reached was something too big to be moved by such a statement.

The Sect of the Worthy?

If Helial had asked her to wrest life away from every existing deity, Lumia would not have had the faintest doubt. Cross a sea of flames and climb a mountain of blades? There would have been no problem for her.

"You afraid, kitty?" laughed Vlad behind Snowflake, "we chose a raving madman as a leader."

Snowflake wrinkled his whiskers and removed dust from his fur with an expression of contempt: "You there, Ginger, the day I will have to be afraid to offend an arsehole like the city we are in now, this Supreme Cat will have to go into hiding under a mountain of dog shit.”

If his companions had known whom Snowflake had spat in the face before joining their group, they would probably all pass out. The Sect of the Worthy was an insignificant insect.

Lulu trembled slightly and Frankenstein tried to calm her by holding her in his arms.

Even outside of the Colosseum, someone was worried about the confrontation that was taking place in the arena. Nelia, seated preciously decorated armchair, raised a gold chalice filled with wine to her lips. Finally, my old husband will be able to pull himself together, she thought, gently lifting the corners of her mouth.

***

While tremors of agitation shook the audience, a black lighting between Helial's and disappeared after a fraction of a second, substituted by Curse of the Demon.

"Please make sure it will be possible to retrieve some of their bodies”, whispered Aure, looking at Helial with a crooked smile on his face, "the loss of so many people might bother me."

As long as a piece of the body of a warrior in First Phase was still existing, with enough Mana it would have been possible to bring him back to life and make him walk among the living again. The process required that no more than 24 ours had passed since the death and that the flesh piece was at least the size of crumbs.

In fact, Lumia and Frankenstein had failed to eliminate the members of the Sect of the Worthy because they had been carried in pieces to the infirmary, ready to be resurrected.

No one wanted to kill permanently in the Colosseum. There was a risk of offending too many people. In any case, even temporarily dying was not a pleasant experience.

Cesar turned to his friend: "The other four died only temporarily. It will be the same for the next ones. "

Helial squeezed his weapon tightly.

"You bastard!" cried Malato, saliva dripping from his mouth due to the canine fury he harboured in his heart. Helial had just dared to insult his homeland and to accuse his whole Team and his Sect of being traitors. How could he let him get away with it?

Malato should not have been aware of the plots going on in the Sect's high places, but he would not be considered innocent by the Mana nonetheless. Ignorance is still a sin.

Moreover, being only at the beginning of the cultivation of his own Mana Road, Malato had not accumulated any Karma credit and therefore he would have been strongly influenced by the bad Karma that the Goblin of the Sect had towards the King.

Strongly convinced to be right, unaware of being among the oppressors, Malato threw himself on Helial brandishing his two-handed weapon.

His terrifying build towered over the slender body of Helial who, after removing all the impurities from the body thanks to the Emperor State, had a skin similar to that of a woman, white and perfect.

The almost effeminate appearance of Helial and his words had enraged the wiry Malato, who was now hurling a blow at the Human boy.

Disciple of Cesar? Orma's new hope?

Puah!

Malato was convinced that his axe would be able to cut that treacherous Human in two with one blow.