When the silhouettes appeared from the direction the enemy attack had previously come from, the energy cannons were fired without waiting for Hubertus's order. The sky was covered with colorful lights; however, a red cube was waiting for them where they landed. Nafız, who could move more comfortably with this technique unlike the Blood Dome, was the target of the attacks along with the friend beside her.
"We just poked our heads out, but it seems there are some vultures lying in ambush. Alyon, wait two minutes, I'm going to go knock them down a peg and come right back!"
Nafız took her bow in her hand and raised it into the air, but her friend stepped in front of her and stopped her. The only arm belonging to Alyon's body was in the air, and when he pointed forward, the ground hosting the Golden Leaf Guild army began to shake.
"The one who bestowed your power upon you is Bürküt, but the source of my power comes from the God of War, Kızagan. Now, with such an opportunity having fallen into my lap, I want to see what I can do!"
The ground began to crack; a crimson-black energy was also affecting the energy barriers surrounding the army due to the pressure it applied. The firing weapons needed to remain stable, and when some that toppled over due to the tremor damaged the others, the order to cease the attack came.
The person posing the bombardment threat was currently fighting Whun, and it was seen that the newly arriving enemies were not continuing this. It was time for the mercenaries to step in; the army hiding behind the barrier went on the attack accompanied by roars.
"There are twenty thousand people, how do you plan to fight?"
When Nafız looked at Alyon, she saw something she hadn't seen for a long time coming back to life; the expression he wore while conquering the Orc Steppes was appearing on her friend's face. Orc Chief Alyon was returning with all his might this time.
"Alyon's Warriors, attack!"
Hearing their commander's command, the mutant orcs, who came from fifty steps behind and whose name had been changed from the Neo-Orc Army to Alyon's Warriors, began to run. Those specialized in speed ran past them within a few breaths, and the others ten seconds later.
"Will you be able to fight in this state?"
"I only lost one arm and one eye; I can handle them with the remaining ones!"
When Alyon, taking his war hammer in his hand, also began to run, the fuse of the first large-scale battle with the Golden Leaf Merchant Guild Army was lit. When the soldiers who set out to slaughter two people saw green-skinned creatures before them, they had already advanced dozens of steps, and hundreds of people were coming from behind them.
"Fall back!"
When Alyon gave his order to his warriors mutated for speed, they all leaped backward in a single breath and did whatever was asked of them. The soldiers preparing to clash maintained their speed; they thought the enemy was scared due to their numerical superiority, but it didn't take them long to realize that the truth of the matter was entirely different.
The unit, whose dimensions were well above even the orc standard, and which even resembled walking tanks, was filling the emptied spaces. Even though their numbers had dropped to seven hundred after the ones Nafız slaughtered, thanks to the mutation they underwent for defensive purposes, they continued to advance without minding the weapons hitting their bodies.
They plowed into the infantry not like mounted cavalry, but like elephants, and tore apart whoever stepped in front of them sometimes with a fist, sometimes a claw, sometimes a slap, and sometimes a kick. The people they struck were never seen getting up again; the soldiers' armors had no more value than pieces of paper before them.
As they pushed deeper inside, the unit possessing the most crowded population among Alyon's Warriors was coming behind them. The Predators, mutants resembling wild creatures much more than orc warriors, had descended upon the soldiers trying to flee.
The one whose jaw mutated was biting, the one with fists larger than its head was piercing right through the enemy's body in a single strike; there were even those swinging their hair like whips, but not even a single one was missing its target. Their combat experience was almost non-existent; perhaps they had experienced their first struggle against Nafız, but in an environment where targets were this abundant, they had turned into killing machines.
"Fall in line, maintain formation!"
A mid-level commander shouted; he wanted to bring those who didn't know what to do against an enemy they were seeing for the first time in their lives into line, but he was forced to fall silent along with the war hammer coming down on his head.
"Halt the advance, split into two and sweep through the enemy horizontally!"
Approaching the offensive mechanical vehicles, Alyon sent a new order; there was no need for him to shout or make a sign. He was just thinking, and just like with his Power Animal, his voice was echoing in the minds of the others.
His timing was perfect; splitting into two before reaching the enemy forces that had formed a line by taking a defensive stance, Alyon's Warriors were clearing out the enemies left in front of the line. The Mercenaries were caught in a dilemma; if they broke the defensive line, the enemy's advance was possible, but if they stayed like this, their comrades were being slaughtered right before their eyes.
The Golden Leaf Army wasn't weak; they had good equipment and soldiers, but the mutant orcs White Well had raised one by one with his own hands had natural immunities to many things. In terms of strength, they were inherently superior because they carried orc blood; anticipating they would fight their own kin, their elemental resistances had also been raised to the highest level.
What chance could normal soldiers possibly have against a creature that directly took a sword empowered with the fire element—which would turn anyone else, an orc, to ashes—with its body and continued to attack as if nothing had happened?
"Use your ranged attacks, cut off their momentum!"
Along with the order declaring they had sacrificed those in front of the line, glimmers appeared on the soldiers' weapons; the same applied to the cannons attacking with elemental energy. They had to stop these strange, terrifying creatures right here, and they made the decision risking the casualties, but there was something they didn't know yet.
"Lineage power, Orc's Fury!"
A wave of black energy passed over everyone fighting; mutant orcs, mercenaries, and scientists all got their share of this. Then roars rose; black smoke was rising from Alyon's Warriors, and crimson tattoos began to appear on their bodies.
The enemy, on the other hand, was literally paralyzed. For a few seconds, they just watched the orcs passing through their defensive lines, and they could only come to their senses upon hearing General Suzi's battle cry.
"Fight, you fools, you outnumber them almost five to one. Attack a single target in squads of ten!"
You could say she made the smartest choice as a commander; since they couldn't go on the offensive despite risking casualties, they needed to use their numerical superiority. Under normal circumstances, they would surround the enemy that had penetrated deep into their ranks with their shields and kill them; this was the easiest and most reliable method, but Alyon's Warriors were not a normal enemy right now.
A mutant orc, whose shoulders were more than four hand-spans wide, ran towards the soldier coming to surround him, landed his blow, and continued as if nothing had happened. The enemies he struck were sent flying; those who died did so right there, and the survivors found themselves meters away.
For Alyon's Warriors, whose strength, endurance, and appetite for battle had multiplied, the defensive line was now nothing but a joke. The energy cannons that were supposed to repel them weren't firing; whenever the personnel meant to do that job approached the weapons, they lost consciousness and died.
"This isn't going to work, General Suzi! That one-armed orc must be their commander. If you can take him down, everything will return to normal!"
When Hubertus Strughold pointed out the target to the delicate-looking female general, Suzi, turning her bow onto Alyon, released her arrow made of green elemental energy. The attack, heading straight for a single person without touching the hundreds of warriors and soldiers in front of it, was two breaths away from reaching Alyon; he wasn't even looking in that direction, but at the last moment, a mutant orc three times the size of their commander suddenly appeared.
He met the arrow with his fist. The arrow, the power behind which was evident from the massive explosion that occurred, had vanished, but the mutant orc's fist remained firmly in place. It was impossible for her to harm him from this distance; General Suzi was stepping onto the battlefield just like the other general.