When Mark finished his words, two other soldiers would enter through the demolished door with a druid in their hands. The poor wretch, whose knees had given way due to fear and who was trembling all over, was practically being swung in the air by the two people holding him roughly by the arms.
"You have some drawings that will ensure we are forgiven by the Supreme Rector no matter what we do; now, will you be a good boy and hand them over?"
The message given by the curly-haired engineer was very clear; otherwise, he was saying they would kill the druids for whom he had made sacrifices all this time.
"How can you do this? What did those poor people do to you!"
From the moment the idea of slowly integrating them into society by establishing the Druid Village fell into his mind, Leonardo had struggled with countless difficulties; he always felt the open and hidden reactions of many people, but he never thought they could go this far.
"It could be that we don't share your sympathy for a handful of weak life forms, you loser, or perhaps their being the biggest trump card to destroy you prepared their end."
"Did you think we would accept a few experimental materials among us just because you wanted it?"
The Master was hearing the thoughts that kept him awake for nights from the mouth of a subordinate to whom he had given great authority in the city administration; judging by the laughter of the soldiers surrounding the Blood Dome, this wasn't just his personal opinion either.
"Alyon, the time I promised hasn't come yet, but you can count this as an appetizer!"
When the female orc spoke calmly, the group raiding Leonardo's house was astonished; they stopped their laughing and shouting, looking only at the two orcs hidden behind the shield.
"Is there anyone among them you want kept alive?"
While scanning his adversaries, whom he would fight shortly, with his eyes, Alyon directed his last question before the storm to his friend. Nafız had no business with these people; she wanted them all dead. When she was about to tell this thought to the grey-haired orc beside her, a massive wave of laughter would rise from the group that had just fallen silent; evidently, Alyon's question struck them as quite funny.
The orc warrior, possessing massive dimensions even compared to his kinsmen, had received his answer; while the flames of massacre burned in his eyes, he took his first step toward the humans who were forced to walk this path with him.
While saying one, two, three, the soldiers looked with disbelief at Alyon, who slowly stepped out of the blood-red shield, thinking he had a mental problem.
This idea would cause them to underestimate their enemies; they were nudging each other, pointing at the grey-haired orc and laughing.
Their spirits were high, but these enjoyable moments wouldn't last very long; Alyon, who had been restraining himself since entering the city, had already resorted to his inter-spatial ring to take his weapon.
All sounds were wiped away from inside the house resembling a museum as if they had never existed; apart from the waves created by the slight vibration of the double-headed axe, not even a breath could be heard.
This giant axe coming from Abarran's hand was like a creature showing its sharp teeth to its prey by opening its mouth wide; the orc warrior, who had emitted a rather calm air until now, had also assumed a completely different mood with the emergence of his weapon.
"Run...!"
The moment one of the soldiers standing at the front of the group attempted to break the silence dominating the environment, he felt the touch of cold metal on his neck; afterward, he saw his slowly collapsing body in an inverted manner.
When his head rolling on the ground reached the foot of another friend, Alyon had come right behind him; this time, the grey-haired orc would use the mallet part resembling a meat tenderizer.
A body, half of which was missing, was now joining the head severed just a moment ago; it seemed the orc warrior had no intention of leaving any opponent in one piece.
Every time he swung his axe, at least one person was subtracted from the earth; within a time of just a few breaths, he had bought the one-way tickets of more than thirty people raiding the house.
No one was in a state to warn another anymore; the soldiers were fleeing, even throwing down their weapons which they thought would weigh them down.
This wasn't a surprising situation; in the region occupied by the Empire of Machines, their own citizens were serving. People who could be characterized as small-scale geniuses if they were elsewhere could only exist as soldiers in these lands.
These humans, whose intelligence was quite high, had easily figured out what was what in the first few blows and started running without even looking back to implement the most rational solution.
Alyon, shattering his last opponent in front of him, would go completely mad upon seeing this; although he didn't need his lineage power to kill insects like these, he would use it out of necessity to prevent them from escaping.
"Blood Dome—Expand!"
The grey-haired orc, wanting to use Warrior's Wrath before his enemies got out of range, was quite delighted with the sound ringing in his ears; although his ability didn't bring a burden to his body, Alyon didn't want to use it against such cowards.
Simultaneously, the blood-red structure, which was initially large enough to surround only fourteen people, was expanding rapidly, growing enough to surround the entire house without minding the people it passed through.
"No one can run anywhere anymore; the stage is yours, Mr. Alyon!"
Tilting his head to the right and left, cracking his neck which was as thick as a fit woman's waist, the hulking orc lunged forward rapidly after taking a deep breath.
What happened after this was purely one-sided bullying; the events were like a short film adorned with severed limbs and blood splattering onto works of art, each requiring mastery.
"This little dog can show us his master's location; for now, there is no harm in him breathing a bit more!"
Alyon spoke while stepping on Mark's head with his foot after grabbing him by his yellow curly hair and slamming him furiously to the ground in front of the Master; Leonardo, who went into shock due to what he saw, could only look blankly at the grey-haired orc's face.
"What happened, Master?"
Nafız hit the messy-haired man hard on the shoulder to bring him to his senses, as his reaction time had extended considerably.
"Nothing, nothing; I just don't know what to say!"
The female orc, delighted by the answer she received, had her cheer restored.
"This is just the trailer, uncle; the real movie starts in a bit!"
Unable to understand exactly what Nafız meant, Leonardo lowered his head and turned to his friend, who was still struggling for life under Alyon's foot.
"Mark, where is that man using you, Heinrich?"
No matter what happened, the Master was a man of science and art; he approached even this malicious man who betrayed him with mercy.
"They are waiting for you in the Druid Village!"
When the foot pressure on his neck lightened a bit, the engineer whose yellow hair was dyed red opened his blood-filled mouth and spoke in a muffled voice.
"You aren't deceiving us, are you?"
This state of his made Leonardo's heart ache; he didn't want his former subordinate to anger the orcs who would take his life without blinking in case he gave any wrong information.
"Absolutely not, I am telling the truth!"
The messy-haired man confirming the news was relieved; at least now an opportunity had arisen for him to say a word for his life.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
When he heard a scream that would shake the earth and sky, exactly these thoughts were in his mind; unlike him, the mind of Alyon, stepping on Mark's head, worked much more simply.
"Since you won't be of any use, you can die!"
The orc warrior, increasing the pressure he applied slowly, would pop the engineer's head under his foot in one move as soon as he completed his words.
The old man, who started screaming by flinching when the pieces of the human he had known for many years splattered on his face, was caught a step later by two vise-like hands nailing him to where he stood.
"Pull yourself together, Leonardo; the struggle has just begun!"