"Say that again, I couldn't hear it exactly! What did you say?"
Nafız was looking at Alyon with a bit of sadness and pity deep down, but her voice rose as usual after what she had just heard.
"I am saying, I learned why the others' lineage powers disappeared and ours didn't. Warrior's Fury and Warrior's Rage are actually the power of a single god, and fundamentally they are the same!"
Nafız put her right hand on her chin and began to draw circles in the air with her left hand. Seeing this, Alyon knew he had to pause his speech because whenever his friend started making this gesture, it meant she was thinking retroactively about things.
"No wonder the two powers started to mix as the stages advanced! Initially, Warrior's Fury only affected the enemies in the surroundings, but as time passed, first its area of effect changed, and then its effect on allies."
It was obvious the Blood God had thought about this subject, but she couldn't dwell on it much due to the endless surprises life offered her. The owners of the Lineage Power were no different from her; they could only rest their bodies in the limited time they could find.
"Everything will fall into place as I discover my power, but the real question is, what am I going to do with these? They can't wear armors, we can't put them among the other orcs, what are we going to do, Nafız?"
All four thousand of the four thousand mutant orcs were of a different variety; even if certain groups focused on elemental powers or bodily mutations, there was no reasonable way to explain their appearance.
"We will find a solution eventually; if not, another unit will join us."
Nafız slapped her old friend's back and pointed to the exit of the facility with her head. It was time to leave. Alyon cast a glance at the Neo-Orc army; it was enough, he didn't need to speak for everything inside the facility to turn to dust.
At the same moments, even though they weren't aware of it themselves, interesting developments were taking place outside the secret facility. An army was fighting strange mechanical devices they had never seen before. Michelangelo's robots, with their spider-like structures possessing eight metal legs, had encountered the Golden Leaf Guild Army setting off to go on the attack.
Leonardo's apprentice had positioned himself on a commanding hill and was looking to ambush the army advancing in the plain. The young man's mission was actually just to conduct the frontline war; his master had given permission for this, but as a twist of fate, when the ones in his crosshairs were destroyed by Nafız, he chose a new target for himself.
One of the main sources of the pains he and his kin suffered was here, on the Mercenaries' Lodge. Could he find a better opportunity than this to take revenge? Even at the cost of going against his master, despite seeing the enemy advance unit destroyed, he had come all the way here and gone on the attack alone.
He wasn't really alone while his robots were with him; no one knew how many of them he had at his disposal, but there was an army of twenty-five thousand people opposite him. Twenty thousand of these were soldiers of the Golden Leaf Merchant Guild, and the remaining five thousand people were citizens of the Empire of Machines.
The front lines belonged to the soldiers, engineers and researchers were in the back, and the command echelon was coming from the very rear. When the advance stopped, the news reached them in a short time; strange mechanical devices were preventing their advance.
"So you've lost your mind enough to come here, huh!"
Hubertus shouted as if he was angry, but he couldn't hide that he was pleased. The two generals were looking at him; before confronting the person they believed killed their advance units, they had to get some advice.
"You and your soldiers stay where they are. As I said, we will handle this matter!"
Sparks of fire were bursting from the eyes of the scientist, who jumped up when the opportunity to crush his arch-enemy fell into his lap; even if they didn't possess a positional advantage, their numerical superiority was large enough to cover everything. There was one, at most ten people opposite them, but they were five thousand fully equipped people.
The blonde-haired man, getting out of the defensive mechanical vehicle with an agility not expected from his age, advanced towards the front lines along with the escort of the two generals next to him; right behind him were three hundred people who had formed rows of four.
"Leonardo, are you tired of running and hiding like a rat? Did you think you could cope with the Empire of Machines by taking a few barbarian orcs behind you!"
Hubertus Strughold stepped in front of the army and shouted; the gazes of the two generals next to him were on the hills stretching on their right and left sides. They weren't inside the valley, the terrain they were on was a flatland, but Michelangelo was watching them from over the hill a hundred steps away.
He raised his right arm, made of matte black metal, into the air and turned his hand a hundred and eighty degrees. At that moment, some of the robots on the opposite hill fired the energy weapons hidden among the rocks. This was how the answer to Hubertus's question was given, but the old wolf was prepared for this.
"Energy shields!"
He managed to take his precaution before the attacks reached him; thanks to the transparent barrier in front of him, neither he nor those under his command were harmed. Of course, judging by the screams coming from the back, this wasn't valid for everyone; the rest of the Golden Leaf Guild Army couldn't escape being the target of the attacks.
"Take a defensive formation! Form a shield wall!"
When the shield practically resembling a wall appeared in the direction the attack came from, the energy attacks became unable to take more lives. The generals looked at each other when the order of the army was restored; Hubertus was talking about a single person, and if they took action now, it was impossible for them not to be able to destroy an old man, but Michelangelo was prepared.
The robots leaving from the foot of his feet set off to fire the energy weapons hidden on the hills on the side he was. Seconds later, an attack also started from the side of the army not protected by the shield; even though a defensive stance was taken in a short time, the total casualty was enough to be expressed in hundreds.
"Esteemed Scientist, are you sure you do not need our help?"
Hubertus Strughold rolled his eyes upon the polite woman's words; he was in an attitude as if he had been insulted. Then he took a deep breath, his expression changed, and he spoke accompanied by a huge smile.
"Of course, why would I stop you if you want to try your luck?"
The metal caps of the pens in the chest pocket of his white coat were shining; while under the sunlight leaking from the shield, Hubertus told them they could do whatever they wanted. Suzi became uneasy; she was expecting some resistance, perhaps some aggressive attitudes, but him giving permission easily wasn't even a possibility.
"Two companies of a thousand men, advance towards the hills on the right and left sides!"
When they heard the order, the fully equipped soldiers began to wait for the bombardment to end. Their faces were turned to the place they targeted, and the shots ceased within ten breaths. Hubertus, while watching them, pulled his eyebrows towards his nose; it was hard to understand what he thought.
The soldiers took action to fulfill the order; they were advancing by spreading out in a single line to make the target larger, until a person running in front of the others blew up into the air. The man, whose body separated into several pieces, was literally flying, but it was as if he hadn't understood that the skill wasn't flying, but landing safely.
Then the explosion sounds continued simultaneously on both sides; the soldiers were dying one after another. An explosion sound was followed by a few people blowing up into the air and others collapsing to the ground in a certain area. It was hard to understand what happened at first glance; a weapon capable of dealing area damage with a single attack was being used.
"Are you still willing to help? According to my calculation, you will have lost all your soldiers before ten breaths pass!"
Hubertus Strughold could be a detestable, arrogant, stuck-up, and unbearable man, but no one could say a word against his intelligence. Not even ten breaths had passed, and two thousand soldiers had lost their abilities to breathe; some were torn to pieces, some had eyeball-sized holes in their bodies, and no one could know what caused this.
"You are increasing the damage by putting iron marbles inside the explosives, huh! It is obvious you didn't miss the Engineering Faculty classes, High Architect Leonardo!"