The three-hundred-year-old youth had ordered the necessary preparations to be made without waiting for an answer; less than ten breaths after his question, a screen was starting to appear slowly on the large table.
Those compiling the images had felt the need to show the movements of the team consisting of two orcs and a druid from the moment they entered the city; even their approaching silently and finally reaching the magical lock consisting of symbols by demolishing houses were reflected on the magic screen.
"This must be the one they call Alyon; look at that, what a well-fed type he is!"
Expulsus was cheerful like a child watching gorillas in the zoo; compared to him, the other three, especially the disaster coming from the Hell Realm, were all attention.
"There is something special about this orc's weapon, but I can't figure out exactly what it is while watching from here!"
The grey-haired orc's weapon was very impressive even just with the magnificence coming from its shape, so the other envoys were incapable of discovering the hidden meaning under Asmodeus's words.
"I wonder most about how they overcame this mysterious magical lock that hasn't been solved for many years!"
The high architect was focused on the moment the unknown was solved rather than the parts containing violence; he was watching intently the young druid sitting cross-legged and passing into meditation.
"Completely open targets; how come your disciples couldn't kill them!"
Unlike old Hank, Dragan wondered how the trio, who were in a disadvantaged position in the struggle, survived; according to his perspective, the only equivalent of remaining fixed in such a reckless manner while inside the enemy line was death.
"We will see shortly!"
Although Expulsus, the owner of the recording, would watch the images for the first time together with everyone, he was sure that the disciples connected to his civilization would go on the attack a little later.
"Here they came; let's see what kind of a trick these orc warriors possess!"
Since the druid was in meditation position, resisting attacks was left to the two orcs; the general thought was that the grey-haired orc would resist with his giant axe, but without another surprise, this possibility wasn't realistic either.
Suddenly, many attacks resembling fireworks appeared in the air; after this moment, it wouldn't take a few seconds for them to reach their targets.
"No, it can't be; an orc cannot be using that whore's signature technique!"
The sexy beauty, getting suspicious upon seeing the axe in Alyon's hand, couldn't control herself and had started shouting madly while watching Nafız activating the Blood Dome technique.
"Asmodeus, what is happening!"
Even faced with the high architect's sarcastic words, the extreme reaction of the Seventh Demon, who managed to maintain her composure, would astonish the three-hundred-year-old young man showing his interest in her without hiding it at all.
"I witnessed again something I saw a very long time ago; if you ask me, we need to take this job much more seriously!"
The wind would turn in reverse in an instant; it wasn't possible to disregard the words of the woman evaluated as a high-level figure in her own civilization.
"An interesting defense skill, but I wonder very much how long it will last; I wonder what will happen when monks arrive in a short time!"
Expulsus couldn't know this was a lineage power; since Asmodeus, not wanting to explain the secrets of the Hell Realm to him, maintained her silence too, the envoy of the Lands of Light would continue watching the images with a futile hope.
While the three envoys waited for the forces, joined by monks as well, to break the blood-red colored shield at any moment, only one person was sure there wouldn't be another development until the group entered through the door covered with symbols.
She had witnessed the might of this technique with her own eyes while she was still in the position of a student of her sect; considering the attacks it could endure, the spells of the Lands of Light disciples could only be as effective as a fart.
Indeed, when the team consisting of two orcs and a druid entered inside without problems, the importance of the remark she made beforehand was understood; now there was a buildup made outside the door in the accelerated image, but minds were focused on how so many people were killed.
Fortunately, it didn't take long for activity to start once more on the wall with magical symbols; the record editors knowing the time of this event had also returned the flow of the image to normal long ago.
"Oh, how much of the magical seal is solved this time!"
This difference not escaping the eye of the Envoy of the Grey Hyenas would naturally be understood easily by others as well; the really important event occurred when the attacks of the Lands of Light disciples fell on the trio again.
The moment the green-colored shield appeared, nothing would be the same on this earth anymore; the four great envoys were trembling like a small child seeing the creature he feared most in his dream.
"There is a druid capable of using defense ability!"
While trying to say this simple sentence, Expulsus had to cough, his breath cutting out at least three times; maybe low-level people in his civilization weren't aware of many things, but as the heir of the Sacred Crown Sect, he knew very well what went on in the past.
"Look, soldiers attacking for close combat are being pushed back; this must be a shield type mentioned in historical texts!"
Time was flowing in two different styles in the same venue these days; images on the screen were at their own natural speed, but for the people watching it, every second was like a burden worth a lifetime.
"Now a second shield is added on top of the other!"
Asmodeus's voice was trembling, the frequency of her breathing had increased; due to her chest rising and falling like a bellows, her clothes had become incapable of protecting the places they needed to hide anymore.
At a normal time, this event should have resulted in the three men at the table turning all their attention on her, but right now such things were being shown on the screen that no one had the state to look anywhere else.
"One shield is used for close combat and the other to prevent element-based long-range attacks, and when they intertwine, their defense capabilities rise to a completely different level!"
Old Hank had to force all his perception to its limits to analyze what was happening in front of him; magic was a reality in this world, and as a scientist, the high architect knew very well they couldn't proceed by ignoring this variable.
"They can easily get out of here with defense powers, I could understand this; what stuck in my mind is how these three people managed to destroy so many people!"
Undoubtedly, Dragan was the weakest among envoys as combat power, but when the topic came to experience on battlefields, even the three-hundred-year-old young man growing and flourishing under the wings of his sect couldn't hold a candle to him.
Now, with the inference he made, this mercenary had seen that it was easy for the target to flee and go; under these conditions, he hadn't thought at all that the team consisting of three people would launch an attack, and his opinion wouldn't change until Alyon, uniting the energy field around him with lineage power, started the massacre a few ten seconds later.
"No way!"
With the reaction of the man, who had already sent away the beauties worshipping at his feet, the blow Alyon landed on the enemy would come at exactly the same time; as if the giant axe had landed on the heads of everyone inside the flying ship.
"It is not possible to kill everyone with the effort of a single person; necessarily there had to be someone who could flee!"
There were two different people, two different perspectives in the middle; Expulsus was seeing lineage power and energy shield intertwining and getting stronger as a result of the magic education he received for centuries, whereas Dragan, being a mercenary, was of the opinion that Alyon's destruction power wouldn't be sufficient for the mass destruction that had occurred.
"Maze, order the units surrounding the Druid Settlement to retreat immediately! We are withdrawing all our forces on the Wild Swamp!"
The three envoys were about to swallow their tonsils faced with what they heard; Lust Demon Asmodeus, turning to her subordinates waiting behind her, had ordered the units belonging to their civilization almost to flee from this continent.
The envoys focused on the heavy timbres of fear in the woman's voice couldn't understand what happened, but at the same moments, the scene where Nafız took out her giant daggers from her wristbands and dived into the enemy was playing on the screen where the images of the war were watched.