"The brightness of one stone is gone; fifteen are left. How long will these last us?"
Nafız called out to Asiyürek to learn exactly what the change in his equipment meant.
"Ma'am, the energy accumulated in each stone allows the shield to remain active for a hundred breaths!"
The Blood God, who had previously looked down on the equipment, would change her mind; after a quick calculation, she estimated that the field could protect them for about another hour. It was a duration above her expectation; if she got to work now, she could turn everyone around her into pulp on her own by that time.
"Let's wait calmly for what will happen; I wonder how many people will be able to save their lives this time?"
When she scanned the crowd, she saw that although there was some decrease, the majority were still in their places, and some even joined the rebels and attacked them. The scene must have worried Marcos too, as the young man, gathering his strength, started shouting again.
"I beg you, do not comply with these traitors. Return to your homes to build the future of our city!"
The Young Lord couldn't speak openly; all this planning was just to save a few more people. When he saw his call receive an answer, his face seemed to smile.
"Everyone who listens to the words of this degenerate is our enemy. Whoever turns their back on us today will pay the price tomorrow!"
The rebels didn't sit idle either; they didn't want to appear as if they lost public support.
"Our ancestors said, 'Either the state to the head, or the raven to the carcass.' Those leaving will leave; the remaining survivors are ours!"
The Blood God said her last word and left no room for anyone to move. The eyes of Kübey and Asiyürek were on the sky; they were waiting for the signal to come from those in the mansions.
"Is this all? You are almost a hundred men; is this the best you can do? I spit on your mold, mama's boys!"
From the first moment, Vahşiduvar was practically tearing those facing him a new one, but what use was it; those coming to the mansion he was in were quite scrawny runts. I guess that's enough, thought the orc warrior, and released the energy accumulated on his shield as sound waves.
Unlike those in the front who were torn apart without understanding what happened, the attack resulted in those waiting in the back losing their limbs. Agonizing people and those who had already lost their lives were intertwined.
Magnificent marble columns were ruined, the floor in the impact area was shattered. These materials combining with some looters had turned them into living works of art. A few people who survived by hiding in the back wouldn't be able to run very far either. In the moments when Vahşiduvar left no one alive upon the order he received, a flare was exploding in the air.
"Damn, I wish I had acted a bit quicker. That crazy guy with bloodshot eyes completed the mission first!"
Immediately after firing his own marker, Vahşiduvar's face had the comfort of executing the given order to the letter. Unlike him, Sangre wandering in the Agustus house with his knives spinning around him didn't seem satisfied.
"We were ordered to stay in our places until the third signal; what does Chief Alyon think he is doing!"
The Blood Warrior, starting to pace restlessly, couldn't enjoy being the first to finish his job; he was covered in the filthy blood of the rebels.
The looters couldn't understand what was happening and hid behind the first thing they found to protect themselves from the arrows raining down on them like rain. Those who entered the mansion were lucky because even people hiding behind block rocks, let alone trees or a wall, wouldn't be able to escape arrows that would enter their bodies.
Throwing his bow onto his back, Sangre jumped down from the tree, and before three breaths passed, he was inside the mansion. As he entered through the ruined door, six daggers coming out of his bosom flew in different directions. Six people per step; this was the Blood Warrior's method of killing humans. At the end of a single round he took quickly, no one alive remained inside the house.
"I wonder what this big head is up to; thanks to him, we wasted a quarter of the time!"
Two glows diminished from Asiyürek's armguards, and twelve energy-charged stones remained. The expectation was that, although Sangre was very ambitious, Alyon would be the first despite everything. The emerging situation was interesting for this reason; while his two subordinates finished their jobs before him, their chief, who was aware of this, had a completely different trouble.
"I am the person who will make the Orc Steppes kneel. Put yourself in my place; if types like you appeared before you, what would you do? Please, at least answer this question of mine; isn't there even one man among you who can handle the pressure?"
When the looters entered the mansion of the Partheni family, Alyon released his bloodline power, and everyone within the area of effect was nailed to where they stood. The heads they carried on their shoulders were waiting to be plucked like the flowers of a newly bloomed rose.
"I'm starting to get bored; my two warriors have already killed all your friends, but I haven't received an answer from you yet!"
"Bam! Bam! Bam!"
The chief's patience ran out; throwing his war hammer aside, he tore the heads of the three people closest to him apart with his bare hands.
"Understood, you have no words to say."
The faces of the immobile rebels crumpled, while the orc they looked at with pleading expressions was swinging his punches nonchalantly. Shortly after, his flare also appeared, and this development was welcomed with joy by the orcs forced to hide behind the protection area.
"Won't I ask you about this, Mr. Alyon? And you call yourself a chief; look at the disgrace you're causing!"
While Nafız's grumblings continued, Marcos's gaze was on the crowd brainwashed by traitors. Despite the rebels' threats, half of the people had moved away from there, and those leaving were the poor people oppressed during Astute's time.
They were people who felt their lives belonged to themselves for the first time when the Young Lord took over the administration. If he left, they saw today what kind of people would take his place. They couldn't live like before again; threatening them with death had no effect other than being comical.
The number of those taking the weapons thrown out and attacking wasn't small either; in every community, there would be those believing what was said without questioning. It was time to show themselves and kiss the asses of their new owners; how could they miss such an opportunity?
At the end of the day, although many people supported the Young Lord deep down, they would remain in their places as prisoners of their fears. They were indecisive; what would they do if the rebels succeeded? Would those rebelling against the Lord forget them? As far as they saw, Marcos was a mild-mannered person; if he stayed in power, it seemed likely he would forgive them.
They weren't thinking wrong; these were what went through the young man's mind. To him, people who hadn't taken up arms were just people afraid for their future.
"Blood God Nafız, I am ready to do whatever you want; please forgive the people not attacking us. I am sure they have valid reasons to stay here!"
Nafız, looking at Marcos begging with a pathetic tone of voice with ice-cold red eyes, took off the hood of her cloak as if she heard nothing. Her movement caused indignation on the attacking side; the two people they wanted to kill the most were now in their hands.
"Little one, if you pity, you become pitiable! How can you think of equating these cowards with people returning to their homes at the cost of their lives trusting your words?"
Words came out of her mouth like sharp knives; just as the City Lord seemed about to say something, Nafız spoke with the same harshness.
"Kübey, do what is necessary!"
Before a hand touched Marcos's shoulder, the Blood God slammed the bottle in her hand to the ground, blocking the view of the people outside. At the same time, the female orc, using the equipment she won from the reward dungeon, sent the person she was tasked to protect to the place she sent that night.