The cortex of the same color starting from the circle formed by twenty men in grey robes possessed a blood-curdling aura not only with its image but also with the screams of souls it harbored inside.
One million souls continuing to rotate where they were for a while would then swarm like locusts attacking the crop onto the Orc Steppes Army fighting on the front rapidly.
Orcs were attacking with their axes against human-silhouetted souls descending upon them; unfortunately, these warriors doing the thing they knew best had no chance at all.
Their enemies didn't consist of flesh and bone because creatures in soul form were scattering death inside orcs as if they were the sole responsible for the torment they suffered, without minding weapons passing through them.
Actually, they weren't invincible; an area-effect magic attack, especially if it had light attributes, could deal great damage to this formation. This was something that could be used to gain time against their archenemies, but orcs fighting with muscle power with axes in hand had already fallen into a difficult situation.
"No peace for me until I eradicate you all; let's see what you will do now?"
Severo wasn't talking empty; souls passing through ranks like wind were scattering death by spreading to every part of the front. Orcs undefeated with wrist power were suffering in the face of the enemy's weird technique.
"Strike, break, kill! Engrave the power of our clan into the bones of miserable orcs!"
The number two of the Black Lilies was frothing with ambition; despite the veins appearing on his face, he had shouted with the arrogance given by the feeling of superiority. He was looking down on five million orcs as the owner of the weapon that would hit the enemy from their weakest point, and this would continue until an orc warrior whose black armor waved madly in the wind answered him.
"Rise and fight, One Million Orcs!"
Words had spilled from his mouth one by one, silently and deeply. They had almost advanced by hitting the edges of Number One's throat. No one other than him had heard his whisper anyway; others would see the totem whose length already reached tens of meters exploding magnificently.
The leader of the Elite Ten was playing his last trump card in the face of the difficult situation his kinsmen fell into. He had revealed the gift he received from the reward dungeon and the last point he reached in the technique he studied for years.
Unlike previous ones, lights weren't colorful; this time only green had dominance in the air. Time almost stood still in the face of the magnificence of lights, each transforming slowly into orc warriors in soul form; the entire battlefield was looking at waves gathering in the headquarters of the Orc Steppes Army.
While the technique of the Black Lilies was a grey cloud consisting of captive souls, the shape formed by orc souls dying in wars for two years was a gushing wave.
This was the ultimate technique of Number One, One Million Orcs!
Two armies in soul form would start colliding in the sky; today was a day to be written in history with blood-red letters, earth and sky had become a battlefield.
"The time has come for you to join the war too; go and honor your dead kinsmen with the enemy's blood!"
This order was for the remaining two-million force of the Orc Steppes Army, which used three million warriors in the first mass attack wave. Nafız's voice had been enough for them to rush from their places and run to the front; now many things would change in the struggle continuing on land.
"Sir, they added their forces waiting behind to the war too!"
"I guess the opportunity we expected has come!"
Several of his students behind Hank would step forward understanding what the yellow-haired man meant before in the face of the developing event.
They were right in what they said; the eye of the youngest architect in history was constantly on the large force waiting behind the front. Since this unplayed stone ceased to be unknown while being an obstacle for him to calculate moves on the board, there was no need for him to hold himself back anymore.
"Assemble my latest invention!"
When students waiting behind him took out some parts from their inter-spatial rings, Hank would also set to work; the commander of the Machine Empire had finally decided to use the trump card in his hand.
Before long, the weapon the young architect wanted was ready before orcs rushing from their positions reached the enemy their kinsmen drove back. Giant metal blocks with holes opened regularly on them were looking toward the enemy in a fixed state on the ground.
"Leonardo, watch and witness the might of this perfect weapon, which is the proof of my surpassing you, with your own eyes!"
Before giving the fire order, Hank called out to the old man walking as a ghost in front of him always; today was the day he would surpass him and walk forward.
"You stupid boy, he is trying to prove who is the better killer!"
The master, who spent his life designing weapons killing living beings, had understood what the young architect seeing him as a rival wanted to do; his rebellion was against the massacre to be experienced being seen as the result of a race in Hank's eyes.
The architect raised like a heartless machine would give the signal by lowering his hand; while tens of explosive cannonballs passed over his head, he was looking into the master's eyes with a victorious air.
The weapon he created possessed tremendous destructive power. Twelve thousand explosive cannonballs in the shape of balls were fired in half a minute from inside ten of the metal blocks, each having twenty holes.
"Sir, together with cannonballs each powerful enough to flatten an area of two meters, all of their support forces will be wiped off the face of the earth!"
Hank already knew what his student, who wanted to show his speed and mastery in making calculations, said; this was the sole reason for the self-confident expression on his face.
Actually, even a quarter of it was sufficient to reach his aim; the reason the architect fired all cannonballs was to crush the enemy completely without leaving any way out. He wasn't granting the right to live even to a small minority likely to survive with individual efforts; the youngest architect in history had attacked in a way not to leave even a corpse in one piece.
"I guess I underestimated you a little, little man!"
Nafız, giving the attack order, was expecting an answer in return, but the enemy making a move on such a wide scale was beyond her estimation too. It wasn't the time to whine with the feeling of regret either; the female orc would rush forward to take responsibility for the decision she made.
Although she had to spend all the blood essence she collected, she wanted to protect the orcs she sent to war with the Blood Dome; when explosive cannonballs appeared above warriors, she had also thrown seals advancing toward the limit of the technique to the ground.
Collision was inevitable; the business was left to the struggle to be experienced between Nafız's endurance and the destructive power of Hank's weapon.
"Not this time!"
When the female orc covered her kinsmen with the blood-red dome, a voice that was calm but grabbed the hearts of those hearing it in its palm would ring on the battlefield.
"This time, druids won't sit and watch while orcs are dying!"
When the unowned voice was heard for the second time, it had spoken much longer; together with this, another light cluster was gathering above the Blood Dome at the same time.
Before three breaths passed, another shield surrounding the army of two million would appear. The transparent structure on whose surface green symbols swam had become the first to meet incoming explosive cannonballs.
Attacks contacting the newly appearing dome were exploding with a great noise; what was experienced was a tide consisting of twelve thousand cannonballs whose succession didn't end.
Nafız was continuing without breaking her technique. Despite the help appearing suddenly, she had no other chance while the sky above them was covered with constantly exploding attacks.
Explosive cannonballs descended on the shield as long as they were fired. Thirty seconds, perhaps it was the longest time passed since the war started.
Despite the setback appearing at the last moment, Hank hadn't spoiled his self-confident stance even for a moment; it wasn't possible for him to believe that his masterpiece he worked on day and night could be blocked by one or two shields.
While waiting for clouds formed by explosions to disperse, there were only inferences he would make over effects in his mind. Data he would collect after the first actual usage of his weapon would shed light on him on the path of development he wanted to continue incessantly.