"Bookworm!"
When the Blood God shouted, the female orcs rescued from the wall fainted from fear. Everyone in the environment had seen Nafız, who stepped out of the red meteorite landing on the ground and began to walk, before, but even they didn't know what the thing coming towards them was right now.
"Master."
"Fuck your master now, where is Alyon?"
Bookworm wasn't in a good condition either, he was heavily injured, but Nafız was blind to everything. She cared neither for her student nor for the Nameless Ten Leader fighting his final battle with death on her left side.
"I know where he is, and I can say he is alive right now!"
When Nafız saw Wrestler, entirely naked from the waist up, she changed her route towards him, and everyone else in the environment began to breathe again.
"Your master is taken captive, what are you doing here?"
"What are you going to do, cut me? I assume you live with a Power Animal enough to know the damage will affect Alyon if you do this!"
Nafız, spreading terror from the moment she set foot on the ground, stopped at that moment; she understood attacking the others to vent her anger would only be to the detriment of her friend. She pulled back the deadly intent she radiated; she was present enough to see what state the surroundings were in now.
The floor she stepped on was completely covered with orc bodies; in a corner, hundreds of naked orcs lay unconscious, intertwined; half of the nine members of the Nameless Ten were waiting next to Bookworm, and the other half by the head of their leader vomiting blood.
"Wrestler, what happened? I want to know everything completely!"
Nafız, attacking around like a wild creature with the effect of her long and unceasing journey, was calming down, and she was getting help from the person closest to Alyon to master the details.
It took half an hour for her to learn everything as she wanted; Wrestler, recounting without skipping any point from their entrance into the facility to Alyon's final move, also included Alyon's feelings between his words.
"When the men's main target became Bookworm, Alyon chose to sacrifice himself instead of handing his son over to them, and for him to do this, the one on the ground here had to walk to his death. I don't have a single word to say; when he received the order, he fulfilled it without questioning for even a moment, even knowing he would die!"
Nafız, focusing on Alyon, encountered a much different version of the scenario she constructed in her mind upon learning the inside story of the incident. She thought the main target was Alyon and he fell into the enemy's hands due to the inadequacy of the others, but the truth was completely different.
The researcher named White Well had chosen her student to lead the mutant orc army he created with his own hands, and as a result of many sacrifices, Alyon was able to take his place. Wrestler felt the presence of the person he was bound to, from whose past memories he was created; he could tell the direction he was in, even if it was like a faint feeling right now.
"Step aside and don't come near us for a while!"
Nafız turned her back to Bookworm and came next to the orc who was about to drown in his own blood. The members of the Nameless Ten he led left his side upon the Blood God's words, but all their attention was on her.
"Meeting Mora, Bürküt choosing me, you adapting to the techniques I created, and finally an old friend I ran into on the road; I guess the whole universe wanted this to happen!"
Nafız, plunging her right hand inside the chest of the Nameless Ten Leader, began to mutter amidst the screams of the orc she caught by his heart. No one could understand what was happening, and none of them could find the courage in themselves to intervene.
Between the high ceiling of the Research Floor and the ground, a silhouette of blood began to be seen; the phenomenon of God Bürküt appearing in the shape of a double-headed eagle appeared before the orcs once again. The members of the Nameless Ten bowed their heads by dropping to one knee; they didn't know why they did this, but their bodies had already taken the stance involuntarily.
"You, nameless orc; you are the first orc to gain Lineage Power from the person taking over the will of God Bürküt!"
Along with the end of her words, Nafız took her arm out of the body of the heavily injured orc; it came out as smoothly as it entered. While the Nameless Ten Leader lay heavily injured, unaware of what happened, Nafız came next to Bookworm; he didn't look good at all either.
"Where is your robe? If you cannot continue to spread poison without it on you, it means the situation is grave!"
Even though everyone else thought the purple robe was to hide his bodily metamorphosis, Nafız knew the truth of the matter. Bookworm, who learned poison arts and finely embroidered them onto his body during his Two-Year seclusion, possessed the potential to kill those around him due to the poisonous smoke he radiated if he didn't have this robe.
Even though he didn't possess this protection right now, his body couldn't produce the purple-colored poisonous smoke. Something must have gone wrong in his battle with the Apostle; Nafız needed to learn this to gather information about her next rival.
"Master, this Apostle is the person who kidnapped the Master from inside your Blood Dome technique, and from what I see, no barrier made using energy can stop it. I didn't see it have skill in overcoming physical obstacles; it had to use the platform shaft while fleeing with the two people next to it, but its skills related to energy are very high.
The reason poison energy is not spreading from my body is that I used all of it for a final attack, and despite this, because they suddenly dispersed after the Apostle passed over them as if they weren't there, I cannot harm anyone for a long time even without my purple robe!"
Ultimately, the techniques Bookworm used also occurred through the manipulation of an energy existing in nature, and it was seen that the Apostle possessed interesting abilities in this regard. First, it escaped her Blood Dome technique, and from what was understood, barriers formed by other types of energy were not enough to stop the Apostle either.
"It is as if there is a black gravitational field around it, and this field neutralizes all elements near it by pulling them inside. I see this as the reason for the dispersion of my poison and the energy barriers being useless. The Apostle is darkness; its appearance, its voice, its behavior resemble darkness more than a human."
Bookworm would tell as long as he could speak; the subject was his father's life, but his body battered by the Apostle didn't allow this.
"What was the name of the person next to it? Hah White Well, he mentioned another facility, right? Wrestler, when will you be fit to set out?"
The moment she thought she had enough information, Nafız wanted to take action, but she needed the help of the only person who could find where Alyon was.
"Whenever you want! Let's go after them as soon as possible before the bond between us weakens further!"
Nafız, wanting to go with the speed she came, had handled everything in a short time, but she also had to think of something for the people she would leave behind.
"Master, I will handle this place. You, go after my father!"
How could Bookworm not know what was on the Blood God's mind? They had been in a superior-subordinate relationship for a long time, and now there were times they understood what they meant even just from their looks.
"The one lying on the ground will stand up soon; together with him and the remaining nine people, you can handle the job of sending these poor souls to the Orc Steppes. Bookworm, try to pull yourself together as soon as possible; if we encounter a result we do not want at the end of the road I set out on, everything will change!
Together with billions of orcs, we may experience times when we will teach all the humans on the World of the Six Civilizations what massacre means!"
Nafız, turning into a red line as she grabbed Wrestler, flew up through the hole she opened inside the mountain. The orcs, whom she dragged into great confusion with her final words, could only settle for looking after her.