Orcs and Druids had been ignored for such a long time that neither what happened on the Orc Steppes nor two orcs entering the Wild Swamp continent and causing trouble were enough to attract the attention of other civilizations.
After the region under the domination of Mercenaries was almost pillaged, the view everyone united on was that the weakness of the society seen as the weakest civilization led to this result.
Let alone taking precautions, others using such an event to cheer up their boring lives had fun considerably; this attitude wouldn't change even after the confusion that broke out in the Hell Realm lands.
This civilization, losing great power suddenly due to the weird event a hundred years ago, was secret allies with the previously pillaged Mercenaries, and the helpless situation they fell into was welcomed with joy especially on the Lands of Light front.
If Nafız and Alyon had been content with this much, perhaps the remaining two civilizations wouldn't even lift a finger; although Hell Realm and Mercenaries were weaker than them, they weren't good choices to start a large-scale war, whereas it would suit their interests for orcs, whom they could crush whenever they wanted, to take their place on the continent.
Unfortunately, things wouldn't go as planned; the duo, first destroying the fake utopia established by the Machine Empire, had carried out a mass massacre under the leadership of Ainle's change in the Lands of Light, which they entered with a fury.
From this point on, the envoys of the four civilizations considered great powers would come together on the wide deck of a ship floating in the sky, ignoring all differences.
This mechanical device, whose sails pulled onto long masts filled with air and which performed rising and descending maneuvers thanks to four magic engines located under it, was the source of pride for the Machine Empire.
Here, on the deck of the vehicle resembling old Genoese ships in shape, there was a single topic in front of four power centers looking completely different from each other gathered around a large square table: two orcs changing all balances at the most critical moment by appearing suddenly.
"Would you look at the situation two broke orcs wandering around with leaves on their asses and spears in their hands put us in? In my three-hundred-year life, I haven't been in a more humiliating situation than this!"
When the voice, reminding of a divine timbre despite being filled with arrogance to the hilt, filled the deck, everyone's attention would inevitably gather on the person speaking.
The owner of the words was a young man with coal-black hair sitting in his seat resembling a throne decorated with thousands of stones each more sparkling than the other; at his knee, two beauties, impressive enough to make those seeing them lose the concept of time albeit for a moment, were looking into his eyes as if worshiping.
There was no love, affection, or admiration in these looks; there was an unconscious peace brought by unconditional surrender to the one much more supreme than oneself.
Although the external appearance of this youth declaring himself to be three hundred years old belied him, the others at the table knew quite well that this was real.
After all, there were very few people on this earth who didn't know the son of the Archbishop of the Golden Crown Sect; now he was forced to come here personally to cover up their own incompetence.
"Supreme Expulsus, your light is dazzling as always; you rose like the sun into my dark nights!"
Right across the three-hundred-year-old youth sat a redhead disaster whose leather clothes she wore only covered the most intimate parts of her body while bravely displaying all her remaining beauty.
Upon the incompetence of the Black Lilies, the Hell Realm was also forced to send one of its strongest figures as an envoy to this meeting; the person representing them today was the Seventh Demon possessing magnificent body lines.
The two civilizations, natural enemies of each other, were placed not side by side to avoid any conflict but at two ends of the table met for the meeting.
How correct a decision this was could be understood from the hate-filled looks of the people waiting behind the envoys at each other; what was interesting was that the two envoys were behaving in a completely opposite way.
"Lust Demon Asmodeus, your presence not only ensures my blood beats faster but also drags me into imagining sins for which I cannot pay the atonement!"
A weird dilemma was being experienced on the deck of the flying ship; while the leaders of their communities flirted openly, the figures in the background were about to fight to death.
"Can we return to our topic? We need to discuss the weird setback that occurred at a time when we are so close to our goal!"
This chaotic situation would continue like this until the grizzly voice of a grumpy old man spoiling all the magic of the environment was heard; the man, whose every state showed he was living the last moments of his life, seemed to intend to bury all the energy of the environment together with himself.
"I am also of the same opinion as High Architect Hank; we need to determine seriously what kind of path we will follow!"
Even though Mercenaries and Hell Realm were in a secret partnership, the man wearing a stylish camouflage suit couldn't dare to speak before the high architect.
The strong hand in the alliance might be his own civilization, but in terms of one-on-one combat power, he lagged far behind the duo flirting with each other from separate corners.
"As the number two name of the Grey Hyenas Organization, what is this rush Dragan; aren't the forces taking part in the Wild Swamp continent either newly fledged or the weakest units of our civilizations?"
Although there were people of his own sect among the forces he mentioned, Expulsus wouldn't mince his words; even though the Sacred Twins title stood dazzlingly over the Wild Swamp, from his perspective, it couldn't go beyond just an empty boast.
"Old Hank, are you this afraid of that brat Leonardo you sent to the other end of the world to isolate from your society?"
Asmodeus's air from a moment ago had changed instantly; deep traces of disgust were seen in her eyes while looking at the high architect whose face sagged from old age.
"Nothing escapes your intelligence either, but Leonardo's situation wasn't isolation, it was more for rehabilitation purposes. Our community has great expectations from him for the future; although not as important as the girl raped by an orc resembling an animal, he is a valuable engineer for us."
The rhythm of old Hank speaking articulately was almost like the routine sounds a mechanical device made at certain time intervals; if not for the sarcastic elements inside, it could even be counted as a very boring action.
"Good, very good; your tongue is also quite broken like those shitty machines you make, your highness high architect!"
Despite being grasped from her weak point, the disaster of the Hell Realm wouldn't step back; according to her perspective, what happened to a small figure from the Black Lilies, still a clan, wasn't enough to humiliate their entire society.
Until the flying ship completed its tenth circular movement along the same route, these small arguments wouldn't end; the accumulated grudge of years and the existence of conflicting interests made it difficult for them to come together against the common enemy in front of them.
"Sir, the images of the events occurring inside the Great Pyramid City have been decoded; you can watch the reflection projection whenever you want!"
The three-hundred-year-old young Expulsus, after listening to his subordinate reporting to him, would make a suggestion perhaps to banish the troubled feelings the environment gave him.
"I guess none of us has seen our enemies bringing us together here before; what do you say, shall we watch their latest actions?"
The three envoys, surprised at the words presenting the destruction of his own people as such a comfortable and daily activity, rushed forward to accept the offer immediately a breath later.
"No matter how strong a person is, knowing the enemy is always important!"
High Architect Hank was the most cautious among the four envoys; for this man embracing scientific thought almost worshipingly, all kinds of data bore great importance.