Some preferred facing the fires over the orc spreading death with his axe in his hand, and some wanted to swing their claws like a cat cornered against a wall, but the biggest predator in their settlement that night was Alyon.
"Are you done?"
Wrestler, watching the burning buildings, the corpses scattered on the streets, and the waterfall that turned into a pool of blood, spoke in response to the unsatisfied gazes of Alyon who returned to the entrance.
"Not yet. I will find the one responsible for this facility and send him next to the others too!"
When they came out of the hundred-pace-long tunnel, a heavy smell of blood came up to their noses; foul smells were overflowing outside from the open doors of the cells carved out of stone. They continued to advance and saw the others waiting in front of a mechanism similar to the platform on the upper floor.
At the feet of Bookworm and the Nameless Ten were twenty soldiers; they were all dead, but none of them were torn to pieces as he had done. It was obvious his son didn't show his anger with methods as blatant as his, despite this, it wasn't possible to say he held back from doing what he had to do either.
"The platform is on this floor, meaning we can go down anytime we want. How are you?"
There was blood belonging to others on the armors of the Nameless Ten and Alyon; it was obvious they exerted effort while fulfilling their duties, and Bookworm, as the leader of this team, wanted to give them time to rest.
"No need, let's take a look at this Research Floor!"
When Alyon directly refused, the other ten orcs had no words left to say; the person speaking was someone whose name was in the books of the Orc Military Academy.
They got on the platform; when they pulled the lever, the mechanism began to move, and accompanied by the sound the cogs made as they jumped over each other, their journey began.
They didn't have the chance to see the distance like they did when descending from the other floor, but judging by the time passed, the distance to be covered while descending to this floor had already exceeded the previous one. Like everything inside the mountain, the shaft of the platform was also made by carving out rocks; judging by the changing colors and patterns as they went down, they had skipped a layer under the soil.
As the light coming from the upper floor decreased, the place where the platform was plunged into darkness; the rocks forming the walls, keeping up with this, surrendered to the black that trapped the light inside. The descent, lasting two hundred breaths, ended with the platform reaching the floor, but it was very difficult to see anything in the environment that seemed to be covered with a black curtain.
Their eyes weren't providing the necessary help, but their ears heard the laugh echoing across the space. After the voice belonging to a human, they couldn't stand on the platform any longer; Bookworm took priority by scattering the golden-colored sands overflowing from the sleeves of his robe in all directions, and the purple poison particles were also traveling together with them.
When the path they could walk in a straight direction took shape before them, the Nameless Ten scattered, ready for attacks that could come from all directions. Three people stood on the right, three people on the left, two people in the front, and two people in the back. Their weapons were in their hands; they would start fighting with all their might the moment there was the slightest danger.
When a thirty-pace distance was passed, their eyes slowly began to get used to the darkness; when another ten breaths passed, they would be able to comfortably see close distances, but there was no need for this. Accompanied by small explosions one after another, the burning light sources formed a circle centering the twelve orcs and began to illuminate the entire floor.
They were burning one after another, and each time a part of the massively sized area was illuminated, but still, a large part remaining on their right side hadn't yet escaped the captivity of darkness. Despite this, it was impossible not to see the orcs inside the cages stacked on top of each other from the floor to the ceiling, and all their attention was also on the newly arrived orcs.
"Welcome, my uninvited guests. It was a bit slow, but you finally managed to reach this floor!"
The light burning with a louder noise than the others descended upon a point in the darkness. The person who was the owner of the words just now became easily visible by the orcs. Then a silver trace advanced in the darkness, and with two paces left to the man in the white coat, it crashed into something unseen and was tossed to the right.
"You must be Alyon; I didn't know you used this weapon before entering my humble facility, but seeing what you were able to do on an upper floor, I can say I liked it!"
Alyon's javelin was a direct attack; on the contrary, Bookworm's golden sands were advancing from hidden corners, but the result didn't change. The sands, crashing into an invisible obstacle, no matter how much they tried, couldn't go beyond a point.
"Golden Sands and the purple poison particles they carry inside, the signature attack of the person responsible for the Internal Affairs of the Orc Empire. Even if I couldn't attain the honor of seeing your face before, it's pleasing to see that the information I could gather about you is correct!"
The man, relaxed as if someone else was being attacked and not him, took two steps after speaking and came to the place where the father and son's attacks ended. At that moment, all the members of the Nameless Ten attacked using their unique abilities, and they continued this unceasingly not just once, but unfortunately, even though dozens of breaths passed, the result didn't change.
"They called you the Nameless Ten too, right? What a visionary behavior, it is certain you won't need a name with this level of capability!"
"Who are you?"
"Oh, finally I managed to get a reaction from you. Please keep my name in your mind because I won't say it again. I am Chief Researcher White Well of facility number 731, nice to meet you!"
When the areas remaining in the darkness until that moment were revealed as a result of all the lights on the floor turning on, the image of the short man with black hair, white skin, and two slanted eyes over his flat nose became clear, but the orcs' interest was mostly inside the cages in front of the glass separating them from the researcher.
They examined their compatriots who gripped the iron bars for a while, and then focused on the section remaining on the left side of the man calling himself Chief Researcher White Well. The ceiling height of the floor was much more compared to the other two floors, and one of the reasons for this stood before them.
Some of the female orcs nailed by their hands and feet to the slots carved into the one-piece stone were giving birth. At the bottom of the slots, there were tunnels extending down, and a newborn orc slid down from here and fell into the container on the floor.
"Ugh, that made a lot of noise; I guess it wasn't a specimen that could be used for my researches. Since you too killed all the incompetents on the upper floor, there is no need for it to live anymore, right?"
The man, whose white coat extended to his heels, turned around and reached the container with short steps. The container was so high that even if five people like him climbed on top of each other they couldn't reach it, but the man pressed the red button embedded on the metal. A tracked system began to operate; newborn orcs the size of a hand were passing in front of him in order, and the man waiting until he found what he wanted shouted with joy when he saw one with bleeding on its head.
"This is it, here is our specimen making a fast entrance into life!"
When the man, waving the orc he caught by its leg and born just a few minutes ago like a flag, came in front of the glass again, the twelve orcs were also one step away from him.
"There are just a few cracks in its skull. If he could have continued his researches on the orc brain, he could have been very useful to the Twenty-Fifth Cell, but unfortunately, it is no different from trash now!"
When the man, hurling his arm forward with great speed, smashed the head of the newborn orc against the glass continuing along the floor and separating the two areas from each other, he disappeared from view due to the scattered blood and brain pieces. As he struck one, two, three, when the man making ten consecutive strikes stopped, the only thing remaining from the newborn orc was the leg in the palms of his hands.
"Actually I need to improve this system, dozens of test subjects like this go to waste every day. What a great loss in the name of science!"