Nafız had evil intentions, and frankly, she had a very justifiable reason for it. In the event that this last headquarters was also destroyed, all supply and defense chains of the occupying forces in the two neighboring regions would be shattered.
"One last thing: that bastard who shouted just now is mine, mind you!"
Moving to the front of her units, the female orc walked with slow steps toward the high stone walls and spoke in a tone that everyone on the battlefield could hear without turning back.
This move by Nafız would be met with loud laughter among the Black Lily warriors who didn't know who she was; unlike them, the hands of the former Grey Hyena soldiers had begun to tremble with excitement.
The warriors, joking with each other in the face of this entertaining situation that came after a long period of tension, created interesting scenes on the walls; however, the orc warrior wearing leather armor the color of her short hair was not pleased with this situation at all.
Blood Release
Along with the words spilling from her mouth, there was a movement outward from Nafız's bracelets; a breath later, daggers almost two arm-lengths in size would follow this.
The blood daggers, which were previously at most two spans long, now adorned the two sides of the female orc almost like a pair of wings.
The Black Lily warriors, who had been laughing while holding their bellies and pounding their friends' shoulders, fell silent within a second; such a silence occurred that everyone could hear their own heartbeats with their ears.
How could they not fall silent? As members of a clan belonging to the Hell Realm, they knew very well what they had just seen. Although Nafız's own soldiers were enchanted by the image formed, the only emotion arising in their enemies would be pure fear.
The basis of their own fighting techniques was established on transferring their energy onto their weapons; only very elite individuals with vast resources could use the essence of the matter they studied. Even within the clan they belonged to, this privilege was granted only to inner hall disciples and elders; people belonging to the lower class like themselves could barely access energy techniques.
The full glory of essence usage, which was almost like an unreachable dream, was shattering right before them because a barbarian orc, whose origin was unclear, was currently doing something they could only read about in books.
Essence Materialization
This was the name of shaping all the essence subject to one's might into a weapon without needing any physical weapon; it was an impassable wall separating geniuses from the elite.
If you had a good weapon and your energy cultivation technique was high-level, this situation could make you a genius, but without equipment where you could store essences suitable for the method you cultivated, you couldn't call yourself elite.
Mora was one of the born elites of her generation due to her father, and the person receiving her legacy could enjoy sharing the same fortune.
"Die!"
The two giant daggers, creating unsynchronized fluctuations around them due to their frantic vibrations, were waiting to release the blood-red energy accumulated on them; with a diagonal slashing movement by Nafız toward the walls, they would set out letting loose a great scream.
The attack hitting the high walls wouldn't even take two breaths; this dazzling speed prevented the moment of contact with the target from being seen by anyone.
The warriors waiting in fear expected great destruction after the attack coming upon them, but they felt no abnormality other than the blood in their veins forcibly trying to exit their bodies.
Outwardly, everything was normal as before; it would take a bit late for the units on both sides, looking at each other in astonishment, to understand what had happened.
The female orc's friend had made a destructive attack using the energies of his followers who were devoted to him to overcome the mobile fortress; as a result, the energy entering from one end had destroyed everything in its path until exiting from the other end of the fortress.
While Nafız used such a refined technique, how could the result of her attack be normal? Due to the property of the daggers formed by Essence Materialization, the attack possessed the highest possible sharpness, and the warriors inside the headquarters were learning this bitterly, albeit late.
First, a few body parts would fall to the ground without their owners' permission; when the turn came for the walls to follow the severed arms, legs, and torsos, everyone understood what had happened.
The giant stone blocks, separated from each other with a clean X-shaped cut, were slowly toppling over the parts remaining under them onto the ground with a great noise. Like a hot knife cutting butter, Nafız had cleanly separated the obstacle in front of them into four parts along with those on it.
"What are you waiting for? Charge!"
Even Dimitar, the last person to miss such an opportunity, wouldn't succeed in taking action before the female orc's roar because the walls, which stood proudly as if they wouldn't give passage forever just a few minutes ago, were now on the ground.
"The enemy is in panic; we finish their business with a single blow!"
Nafız's assistant immediately leaped forward to advance with the units he tagged along; the traitor commander was attacking his wounded adversary like a shark that had smelled blood.
This time Dimitar and his soldiers were lucky; since they lost the headquarters they defended, they had always been forced to fight on the front lines, but today Nafız was a bit angry.
The bloodlust she had struggled to rein in to keep a low profile wanted to break its strings and be a little rebellious; that's why, while those following her were only halfway there, the short-haired female orc had already entered through the demolished walls.
As refined as her first attack was, Nafız's current killing style was equally barbaric; she was cutting down whoever was within the ten-step distance she determined for friendly units as if harvesting a field.
Life was a bit easier for those directly targeted by the daggers that had taken a giant size; they were split into a few pieces without understanding what happened. The ones unfortunate as of that moment were those who lost limbs with consecutive energy attacks but couldn't die.
Their bodies, turned into wide-mouthed village fountains, were incapable of preventing the blood in their veins from spurting out; until they died under the feet of the soldiers coming behind the female orc resembling the Grim Reaper, they were scorched with both bodily and mental pain.
While the vast majority died without even being able to respond, some warriors in the command echelon wouldn't hold back from using their last chances. However, these actions would create no more effect than ants trying to bite the feet of an elephant about to step on them. Their low cultivations and inadequate weapons had no chance against the legacy of Mora, seen as the future ruler of the Hell Realm.
Since the force they formed by uniting was lower than the army attacking them, the Black Lilies, relying on the high walls surrounding them, were in a routed state. Undoubtedly, the biggest factor in things coming to this state was Nafız, but Lord Galeno, who took most of the qualified warriors under his command with him, had also buttered our heroes' bread.
While the civilizations currently occupying the Wild Swamp continent sent low-quality people here, even the good ones among them were not inside the besieged headquarters.
When two hours passed, another group of mediocrity had closed their eyes to life; of the cheerful people laughing heartily before the walls were destroyed, only one was still breathing.
"My memory has become very weak lately; what did you say to me before?"
The person who caused her to issue the warning that no one should touch him was now trembling like a leaf in front of Nafız, who was bathed in blood from head to toe. Even in his wildest dreams, he couldn't have foreseen encountering such a calamity; the times when they calmly cultivated and tasted worldly pleasures seemed as distant to him as if they had never happened.
"Speak up! What did you say to me before you started laughing with your ass instead of your mouth?"
In her second call, the female orc wouldn't hold back; she would direct her already aroused killing impulse to the sole surviving Black Lily warrior.
"Pah, I spit on your stature; were these eyes of mine to see this too?"
Nafız's last words were followed by the laughter of her unit—which had completed the war with almost no losses—making the empty headquarters ring madly. The former Grey Hyena warriors were rolling on the floor laughing at the state of the warrior who pissed himself upon losing control of his body out of fear for his life.