Facing two elemental attacks striking her back before she could complete her words, Nafız turned around and saw the scientists Hubertus left behind fixing their gazes on her. Since they couldn't operate the weapon capable of destroying everything by scattering ember-like blazing fires, they were planning to destroy the Blood God with lower-caliber inventions.
"I was going to leave you to Alyon, but you asked for it!"
The scientists were keeping their energy shields active; they thought there was an insurmountable obstacle between them and Alyon's Warriors, but they were unaware they had trapped the real danger inside. Nafız, using her Life Energy, had created an opening in the barrier just large enough for herself to pass through and entered; she could leave if she wanted to, but by the looks of it, she had no intention of doing so.
She took her bow in her hand; whether it was because she killed a general with the shot she just made or she missed it because she hadn't used it for a long time is unknown, but it was obvious her skills hadn't rusted. When the arrow-shaped energy she released from the taut part made of blood-red energy found its target, fist-sized holes were opening in the bodies of the scientists.
If there were an efficient killing statistic, no one could beat Nafız; she could shoot ten arrows at once every time she drew her bow, and each of these ten arrows pierced through without missing its target. The bow was a disadvantageous weapon to be used against such a large number of enemies in a confined space, but when the user was Nafız and the enemies were scientists, things had changed.
The physical capacities of the white coats were low; they had no chance of coming close and dealing damage. While their energy attacks couldn't wound Nafız, the Blood God's arrows could deal maximum damage. After a while, when their numbers dropped below half, some began to hide inside, behind, and even under the mechanical devices.
They were breaking down, and once this started, it was impossible to prevent those who had fear in their hearts. Nafız didn't touch them, she directed her focus to the others, and this move of hers caused more white coats to hide.
"Let's take down this barrier now, shall we?"
Nafız, smashing the mechanical vehicles providing the existence of the energy barrier, also killed those who had the misfortune of hiding around them. The mercenaries who lost their generals were also about to meet their end; some had died, some were still fighting, and those who could had long since fled.
Alyon, leading his mutant orcs, was leaving no place untrodden on the battlefield, and his Lineage Power was so effective that no orc warrior fighting in the shadow of his black energy had died yet. There were those injured, even brought to the brink of death, but the Orc's Fury was also incredibly increasing their healing capacities.
Before an hour passed, the battle that started unpredictably was ending in a manner befitting the same level of unpredictability. The struggle Michelangelo lit the fuse of had brought victory with the great contributions of Nafız and Alyon.
While Alyon's Warriors began to loot the dead soldiers, their leader came next to Nafız, who had gathered the surviving scientists in one place. The white coats, their hands on the back of their necks standing in a prostrate position, were waiting silently; they looked as if they had resigned themselves to their fate, but when Alyon got close enough to pass by them, that was when some stood up and tried to take their last chance.
"Turn to stone, damn it!"
Black energy, blacker than night, descended as a seal into the circle centering Alyon, and those who stood up were smashed to the ground along with the devices in their hands. The state of the others was worse too; the Orc Chief was applying the same violence to all of them, and the last trump cards of those about to make an assassination attempt literally blew up in their faces.
Not only themselves but those next to them were dying too; half of the thousand-strong crowd of scientists would lose their lives this way, and among them were those whose internal organs mixed with the soil, unable to withstand Alyon's lineage power.
"So you remember this saying; I had figured out you were pretending to sleep on the nights I told the stories!"
Alyon placed a smile on his face missing an eye; if it were his old self, he might have been injured in the assassination attempt or needed his friend's help, but right now, within a certain area, he was the God. After tossing his strange-looking weapon into his ring, he saw Michelangelo, who brought Whun's carcass, come next to him.
"I can't do anything for your eye yet, but I can make your arm much better than before!"
The words of the young engineer examining the place where the cut occurred were interesting; if they came from someone else, Alyon might have reacted negatively, but when he first saw him, he had no limbs, and his current state was Michelangelo's greatest reference.
"We will do our first trial after gathering the spoils. If what I want happens, you will have to try very hard to pay your debt to me, Orc Chief Alyon!"
Passing by the five hundred or so surviving white coats, Michelangelo collected the weapons and mechanical devices one by one; he didn't skip the black mechanical vehicles intended for transport either, but left only one behind.
He didn't take it into the interspatial void, put his right hand on it, and did something that would astound the scientists who dared to lift their heads slightly. The weapon named Ember Blaze was separating into its components; this was happening so fast that the weapon, which could only be taken outside the borders of the Empire of Machines with special permission, had disassembled down to its smallest part within a minute.
"Having a black-colored arm should remain a quality exclusive to me; you already have your energy, I want your arm to glow!"
Extending his two hands forward, Michelangelo began to draw shapes in the air; some parts belonging to the Ember Blaze weapon and others that weren't there before began to move. Before starting to work, the young engineer had taken some things out of his satchel and added them among the pile on the ground; these were natural things for someone possessing the capacity to repair himself.
Even if they were hidden with transport vehicles possessing an unassuming shape from the outside, the actual parts forming the Ember Blaze had a bright metallic color. Michelangelo was reshaping them right in front of everyone's eyes; sometimes using them as they were, sometimes melting and condensing a huge pile for a small joint.
The battle had ended in a few hours, but even though five hours had passed since the young engineer started working, nothing visible had emerged. What was experienced wasn't a simple assembly-disassembly procedure; while all kinds of physical and chemical changes were experienced together, Michelangelo worked without stopping for a moment.
The mutant orc army named Alyon's Warriors was on guard, spread out over the terrain. Their leader's order was absolute; if anyone approached, they would fight to the death. At the same moments, the Orc Chief was also near the young engineer and had spread his Lineage Power.
Even if he couldn't grasp the seriousness of the situation in the first moments, he had understood Michelangelo wasn't speaking with the intoxication of victory, and that he was trying to make a new one in place of his lost arm. Under normal circumstances, the help of a fully equipped laboratory, assistants, and advanced mechanical devices would be needed, but the young engineer's Lineage Power could cover this deficiency.
"It's a good thing we gave permission for Master Leonardo and this handsome guy to get Power Animals, isn't it? If I remember correctly, someone was vehemently opposing this, but I see they don't make much of a sound now!"
Alyon knew the person mentioned was him, but he didn't give up acting as if he knew nothing. The majority of his attention was on his new arm, what it looked like slowly coming to light, and in these moments he couldn't ponder retroactively over past events.
When no reaction came from her friend, Nafız began to smile; she was also aware of the change that started inside the facility and was registered on the battlefield. It used to be easy to anger Alyon, but the giant orc looking at his own path now didn't seem to get angry at her words.
The Blood God, without insisting, took her place next to her friend and continued to watch with him. When two hours passed like this, the darkness of the night had been replaced by the scorching rays of the sun; only the metal in front of Michelangelo glowing under the moonlight as it floated in the air drew attention.