"My love, don't leave me! Please, it can't be!"
"You can't die!"
Budding tears flowing from the eyes of the Black Lily warrior, caressing the head of his lover lying on his lap with a clean cut on her throat, were mixing with the blood falling to the ground.
On the battlefield where they came voluntarily for the clan leader to allow their union, the only thing he could do while someone he loved more than his life died in his arms was crying. Although he felt like tearing the one who did this to them to pieces inside, his body wasn't responding to this wish; he could only move his mouth and eye apart from his hand he moved with his last strength.
At moments he knew death was the best end for him, the person who would fulfill his desire was approaching step by step; closing his open eye too, he wanted to catch up with his lover who breathed her last breath.
Unfortunately, Number Five wasn't of the same opinion as him; he had condemned the woman, who would die eventually due to the poison entered into her body anyway, to be roasted in the claws of suffering until her last moment.
"Kill me you coward, kill me come on!"
While his salvation moved away moment by moment, the Black Lily Warrior, uttering a few more futile words, then fell into a deep silence; he had no choice but to wait for the time he would join those losing their lives on the battlefield.
Since Alyon appeared on the stage, orcs had sped up by taking the momentum into their hands again; when their enemies lost the blessing they obtained, they had started to show off their numerical and talent superiority.
Although a mass superiority was established, some among them had really risen to a completely different level with this change; Number Six, continuing to struggle without being crushed thanks to his weird power animal, was perhaps leading these people.
He had stopped resisting four enemies alone and sacrificed two of them to his kinsmen who died long ago. The time of the duo who were alive also seemed numbered; while they got weaker gradually, the orc warrior protecting his power was tearing apart whoever entered the area of ten steps in diameter into pieces within seconds.
"Are you crazy?"
Just when the other citizen of the Machine Empire, who was the friend of two young architects dying in a way devoted to achieving the given task, was stepping into this death area, a hand would grab him tightly by his collar and throw him backward.
The only mercenary within the quartet had saved him from the cold claws of death by a second, but there was a very joyless expression on the young architect's face.
"War is lost, not life!"
While the mercenary, sure that the person he fought with would kill himself, started running toward the main headquarters, he had decided to drag the architect along with him; his war experience and instincts weren't saying their business here was done, they were almost screaming it.
"That is enough!"
Severo's mood was almost exactly the same as the battlefield experiencing more than one change in a short time; perhaps this was the reason he decided to be included in the struggle actively by drawing his weapon.
Giant grey soul energy breaking off from the sword possessing a curve like the first phase of the moon and having a length of more than a meter was flying toward Alyon, who changed the entire course on the chaotic battlefield just by standing where he was.
Just when the sharp attack, mowing down everyone appearing on its path without distinguishing friend or foe, was about to reach its target, and the grey-haired orc prepared to meet the attack targeting himself by taking his weapon in his hand, a weak shadow would appear in front of him suddenly.
"Liberating Melody!"
The one jumping in front of the gigantic attack with a reed having holes on it in his hand was none other than Alyon's grandson; together with the man he set his eyes on taking action, he also decided to come out of the shadows.
When he blew his breath into his weapon he took to his lips, a weird melody mixed into the air and advanced toward the soul attack coming upon them; the sounds coming out were visible to the eye, moving up and down while advancing toward the attack in the image of thousands of screaming humans.
A great disproportion was striking the eye visually between the two techniques; if Severo's attack was a meteorite, Bookworm's son seemed trying to respond to it with a stone the size of a fist.
Seeing this, while Alyon took his grandson whom he pulled toward his back with one hand under protection, he moved toward the soul attack of the number two of the Black Lily Clan with his other hand holding the big axe.
Breaths were held in the headquarters of the Orc Steppes Army positioned in the Druid Settlement too; while all warriors including Wind of Death waited in uneasiness, a single person was calmer than ever.
Although Nafız was surprised at this state of her student right beside her, since she knew his nature very well, she was wondering what kind of surprise the half-orc would pull out of his hat. She wouldn't need to wait long either; when the grey-haired orc, having taken just a few steps, stopped and turned to look at his grandson behind him with amazement, everyone had seen what happened.
Melodies sticking into the gigantic energy pile formed by thousands of suffering souls had melted Severo's attack like a snowflake falling into water before the eyes of viewers.
Every soul it contacted was breaking off and being thrown toward the sky; Alyon's grandson was preventing the calamity, coming right in front of him by leaving a road washed with blood behind, only with an instrument the size of a hand.
"What is happening on this continent, enough is enough I will go crazy!"
While lips were sealed in the Main Headquarters of the Army of Four Civilizations, the first reaction would come from Hank carrying the title of the youngest architect in history, contrary to expectations.
Severo was silent as if he swallowed his tongue; although he knew the attack he made wasn't unstoppable, he couldn't even guess it would scatter and go in the face of a move like this.
"Bitch of the Black Lily Clan, if you have courage, I, coming from the lineage of the House of Parthenia and Supreme Orc Lord Alyon, am waiting for you here!"
The call of the weird orc, who succeeded in repelling the soul attack attracting the attention of all warriors except places where there was throat-to-throat struggle, was ringing in ears.
The orc himself, brave enough to address the heir of a clan from the Hell Realm as bitch, wasn't very big, but right now his shadow had covered almost the entire battlefield.
"Bookworm, what is this crazy boy saying?"
Nafız was smiling with pleasure; the self-confidence of the brat, who was one of the new generation orcs, was standing in front of her as the biggest proof that the tough struggle lasting for years wasn't in vain.
"Master, although not as much as his cousin, our child with Eftelya is also a bit special. He is getting a little excited because he is showing his ability in front of others for the first time; I am not surprised at all since he swore to take revenge for his father's and especially his mother's lineage!"
Although a limited number of people knew, the half-orc's relation with the Black Lily Clan went very deep, up to the moment his mother fell into the womb to be born.
The person causing his grandmother's death and his mother living crippled in suffering for years was none other than Astute, the former City Lord of Parthenia, who was a member of the Black Lily Clan.
As if these weren't enough, there was an elder from the same clan again opposite his father's lineage in the Great War realized on the Orc Steppes; it was very natural for the young orc hearing the same name whichever way he turned to challenge Severo.
"My grandson?"
Since the grey-haired orc knew very well that life-and-death struggles were more than parrying an attack, he had called out to his grandson whom he just met with a questioning tone of voice.
"My confidence in myself is full; no matter what happens, my enemy will die at my hands today!"
"Since it is so!"
Words had no importance for Alyon; what really convinced him were traces of determination shining inside the half-orc's eyes.
"My grandson is calling out to you cross-dresser; if you are a man, you come out and fight. No, if you say I am scared, you can wait where you are until I come and cut off your head!"