If Nafız weren't used to it from the movies she watched in her previous life, she could have found the state of the man letting out a mad scientist laugh creepy. White Well was hitting them with their own weapons; was their rise starting with Niconya, which they took over thanks to Gulag's potion, going to end now by a copy of that potion?
"How is that going to happen? The only thing I have to do is kill all the orcs here first, and then break your scrawny neck in a single move, right?"
The Blood God had taken ten members of the five-thousand-person Neo-Orc army out of the equation in a few minutes; sending the others to join them was only a matter of time. She could be right; if she dealt only with White Well and the mutated soldiers, there was no problem, but there was one more person she hadn't taken into account.
"The transformation of the cripple inside the glass bell is almost complete; when the drugs are completely finished, he will only do what I say, but even right now he has two priorities. First, to ensure my life safety at all costs; and second, to rule my Neo-Orc army, and even if it wasn't my first choice, watching Alyon use his Lineage Power against you seems like it will be enjoyable."
Black energy covered the whole facility when the words of the man in the white coat ended. Right after, the mutated orc warriors began to roar; even the aura they radiated had gotten stronger. At the same moments, Nafız felt a whole mountain range pressing down on her; every cell of hers was being suppressed with the effect of Alyon's Lineage Power.
"After all, you are an orc too, and Alyon's Lineage Power is not something you can escape from! What was the name of this level, wait a minute I will remember!"
While White Well scratched his head with one hand, he was drawing invisible circles in the air with the index finger of his other hand, and judging by his shining eyes before five seconds passed, he had found the answer this time.
"Wrath of the Lord!"
Alyon could be swimming in the glass bell having lost his left arm and left eye, drugs whose content no one except White Well knew could even be injected into his body with multiple hoses, but he still possessed the Lineage Power belonging to him.
Wrath of the Lord, which strengthened those fighting alongside him and weakened his enemies, was the final point he could reach. He would normally use this only when they were in a tight spot in large-scale wars, but right now he was using it against a friend against his own will.
"You've started sweating, orc calling herself the Blood God! Let's see if you will be able to fight this comfortably now too?"
White Well looked pleased while checking the state of his only enemy; he had played his trump card and was gaining the upper hand this way again. Since they came this far, they must have defeated the Apostle somehow, but the Chief Researcher had managed to put a new weapon in its place.
This time a hundred-person force went on the attack, they were coming from all directions. Nafız met the weight collapsing on her body, the black energy struggling to prevent her movements with a deep breath she took, and a second later she began to spread her blood-red energy.
"So we will fight like this!"
Alyon's technique could take the whole facility under its effect, but Nafız formed a five-by-five step cube around herself. This blood-red colored cube moved together with her; the restrictions of the lineage power weren't valid there.
"I have to give you credit, I have neither seen nor read of such a level of energy control anywhere. I have only one question, how long will you be able to continue this?"
"We will see about that, but I am certain this business will end before your drugs run out!"
The sharp knives coming out of the cube's surface followed her wherever she went; it didn't matter if those surrounding her were a hundred people. Nafız, after developing the Blood Dome technique to make outward attacks, was now displaying a new technique she could use during a mobile battle.
Orc Blood Techniques - Wild Creature Transformation was not something that could be used for now; she needed something to cover an area while under the suppression effect of Alyon's Lineage Power. Was the Blood Cube the definitive solution, there wasn't enough data to know this yet, but judging by the first minute, it wasn't bad at all.
Thanks to the sharp knives extending outward from the edges of the cube, the orcs not mutated in terms of defense were falling one by one. The order they received was to destroy, and the warriors focusing only on this had not the slightest idea about fighting while protecting their own lives.
"Alyon, wake up!"
Nafız, taking her bow into her hand, began to shout on one hand while sending her arrows towards the glass bell her friend was imprisoned in. White Well might be a psychopath, perhaps his mental state had deteriorated in the worst possible way, there could even be many people who wouldn't call him a human, but the last words he said were true.
The battle with the Apostle was only against a single person, and Nafız was fighting under the best conditions. She had a curtain of light behind her, her enemy was disadvantaged, but right now she was the one in that situation. She was applying the Blood Cube technique to get rid of the suppression effect of Alyon's Lineage Power, attacking those surrounding her, and doing this while on the move.
It was hard for her to continue this for long periods, and the tubes with the drugs flowing towards Alyon's body were almost about to be emptied. She had to reach him, bring him to his senses either with her words or her attacks.
"Did you think I didn't consider this?"
White Well spoke a second after more than a hundred mutant orcs stepped in front of Alyon. All of them had undergone mutations for defense purposes, and they could comfortably block the arrows that came out of the Blood Cube and faced Alyon's suppressive energy.
"Wrestler, can't you reach him?"
When Nafız turned her back and looked at her friend's Power Animal, she found the half-naked man shaking his head left and right. Even though the Chief Researcher failed to block the bond between them, he had managed to prevent him from returning to Alyon's body.
"I was wondering how you found this place too. Isn't this half-naked barbarian wandering around Alyon's Power Animal? This is also one of the mysteries I will solve, but I can say it remains low on my to-do list for now. Killing you stands at the very top, besides this way the man called Master can perhaps give me one more continent, for example, the Wild Swamp!"
It was a matter of life and death for one, and just business for the other; Nafız understood it was up to her when, besides her attacks from afar being suppressed by the black energy, even Wrestler couldn't reach Alyon. Since the arrows couldn't reach, she had to go with her own feet and shatter that glass bell.
"All of you attack!"
It wasn't hard to understand her intention; when she began to advance on a straight line at full speed, White Well gave his order to the remaining Neo-Orc warriors. Now, there were more than four thousand warriors between the two friends. Even though White Well created them all with his own hands, he was ready to sacrifice them for the creation process of their commander.
"Alyon, I know you hear me! Pull yourself together!"
While Nafız struggled to sustain her advance on one hand, she was trying to make her friend regain his consciousness by shouting at him on the other. Her eye was on the drug bottles with a height of two fingers left before running out; if she couldn't reach him quickly, it would be too late.
The Blood Cube grew one time the size it was, the knives coming out of its surface had also grown along with it, and Nafız was getting closer to Alyon, even if step by step.
"Wake up Alyon!"
Her voice began to tremble. If she needed to kill the mutant orcs or if escaping was an option, she wouldn't struggle this much, but on the other hand, she was racing against time, and the colorful liquids inside the drug bottles were about to run out.
"Don't tire yourself for nothing, your friend will be a puppet belonging only to me in ten seconds!"
Explosions occurred on the surface of the Red Cube at that moment, and Nafız began to run. She could possess a massive amount of Blood Energy, but the stress loaded on her body by the techniques she applied by controlling this was still something she had to take into account. The Blood God said no matter what; she came up to five steps close to Alyon by mowing down everyone stepping in front of her, but at that moment she heard White Well shout zero.
"Open your eyes, Big Head!"
A breath after the Blood God ensured all enemies near her were hurled for meters with the sound waves she added all her majesty to, what she wanted happened. Alyon, taking a heavy blow from his left side, opened the only eye he possessed.