"What a blessed place you are, Orc Steppes; what did you turn even a gentle man like the master into in three months?"
Nafız, watching what happened in the enemy headquarters from the Druid Settlement, had welcomed the youngest high architect becoming history with astonishment. No matter what, she thought that in the end, Leonardo, whose humanist side weighed heavily, would forgive the child who was a scientist like himself, but what happened had exceeded her estimation long ago.
"It must be due to the difference between hearing and seeing; it was the situation of the child he called Raffaello that changed him!"
This was the voice of Bookworm making an inference from his master's facial expression; he was speaking via a technique ensuring certain people transmitted their voices to each other even if they were at long distances.
Bookworm, the first-hand witness of the change Leonardo experienced while staying for a while in the city where he was the Lord, was following the war continuing on the gigantic area with one eye and himself with the other.
"Although you came face to face with me, it is great rudeness for you to constantly look elsewhere!"
Maria de León was aware of what was going on and wouldn't hide her anger in the face of this situation. Especially realizing that the path she entered after her headquarters were captured was irreversible, the beautiful woman was revealing her true nature.
"Shackles of Light!"
The light emitted by the staff, on which only a few crystals were lit before, was dazzling right now; four gigantic stakes bound to each other with chains appearing in the sky were descending upon Bookworm.
"Tail of the King!"
The orc warrior buried inside his robe wouldn't stay idle either; a purple whip at least as big as his opponent's attack cracked in the air.
His aim wasn't to prevent the enemy's technique; he was ensuring each stake fell to places he wanted more. There was a difference as much as worlds between trying to stop and changing their directions; someone like Bookworm would undoubtedly choose the second option.
Although the attack formed with the aim of establishing a special area restricting the opponent's movements wasn't shattered by the City Lord of Karsak, it was rendered ineffective. Maria de León wouldn't activate the stakes landing on an irrelevant place of the battlefield.
"I guess the time has come to get serious; allow me to show you what the lineage you tried to destroy is capable of!"
When his words were completed, Bookworm would fling away the robe he hadn't taken off since the day he came out of seclusion; while rising from the ground slowly, purple clouds were gathering under his feet.
He possessed war armor made of gold from head to toe; except for two purple eyes, the City Lord of Karsak was shining like the sun rising from among mountains.
"Breath of the King!"
The mouth of the cobra phenomenon formed by clouds behind him was opened to the end; it was spitting a purple liquid incessantly onto its opponent rising to the sky like itself.
Bookworm had made his first serious attack; the woman who took herself under protection with the Shield of Light was quite aware of this too.
Although Maria de León relaxed for a moment seeing fogs thrown back by hitting her technique, what she saw afterward would ensure she formed new shields rapidly.
Bookworm's attack wasn't unblockable; if a title had to be attached necessarily, unstoppable would be much more appropriate. Every time purple fog hit the shield consisting of light, residues remaining on it continued to corrode it. The purification feature of the holy light remained helpless in the face of this weird attack.
"Don't think you are the only person with powerful attacks!"
The beautiful woman forced to defend sensed that the advantage would pass to her opponent after a while; she was also thinking of using a technique that would bring destruction.
"Divine Meteor Rain!"
Maria de León was swinging her staff, on which all fist-sized crystals were shining, furiously. She had put on an ugly facial expression; even this was enough to understand that the beautiful woman started to push herself.
The next moment, the area above the orc floating in the sky with his golden armor would be filled with more than one meteor; the appearance of large-mass rocks with tails of light behind them reminded of a comet.
"Bring it on, if you are going to turn our war into a struggle of endurance, so be it!"
"Fog Dome!"
While purple clouds he stepped on changed shape once more, an area of the same color appeared around Bookworm. While the cobra phenomenon behind him attacked incessantly, the shield he formed was protecting him from meteors falling on him.
Both sides had to perform both attack and defense together at the same time. The winner would be determined by who would be exhausted first. Bookworm was completely focused on his own struggle; he didn't even have eyes for his son fighting with the enemy he swore revenge on in a distant place.
"Will you be able to succeed in hitting within this century?"
Actually, he didn't need to pay much attention to the half-orc either because compared to Severo's exhausted state, his son's energetic attitudes said everything was going well.
"Die you little rat!"
The Number Two of the Black Lilies, transferring the energy of his soul-based technique to his sword, was swearing on one hand and attacking on the other. He was so angry that without minding his power decreasing as if drawn by a bottomless pit, he continued swinging his weapon with all his violence.
"You are so stupid that I am sure if your father wasn't the leader of the clan, they would kick your ass without waiting for a second!"
The looser his mouth was, the tighter were the reflexes of the half-orc. He was dodging unending sword attacks always at the last moment by using his dagger.
"The child isn't wrong either; despite so much time passing, his opponent still couldn't understand what happened!"
After Hank died and weapons were captured, Ainle had returned to the settlement, to the side of Nafız. While the leaders of two allied races watched the ongoing war, their eyes would unite on the same place, on Bookworm's son.
"If he gives importance to quantity rather than quality, he will have to endure what will happen to him. Like a small human child taking an axe in his hand, he has no idea what he can cut and what he cannot."
"He even shattered steel with opportunities his father provided for years, but now he doesn't know what to do when there is water in front of him."
Nafız had figured out the half-orc's number like Ainle who was sensitive about magic and energy. Her knowing his mother's past also played a big role in this. Ultimately, the biggest reason for this state of the child was Eftelya's special condition.
"Someone unable to comprehend that his energy is stolen by his enemy with every blow has no value in my eyes whatever his excuse is!"
Ainle's character had to be separated as before and after the consciousness he inherited. Nafız, who was the person to understand the situation of the young druid whom even his mother couldn't recognize best, wasn't pushing him much at these moments.
Also, he wasn't considered wrong either; even if he succeeded in parrying the sword using his daggers, there must be soul energies managing to leak into the half-orc's body, and it was impossible for Severo not to see this amount.
Here, the nameless orc's war plan came into play; under his reckless appearance, this child was a calculation man just like his father. His stepping forward where his elders were in a way contrary to orc custom, his drawing the enemy upon himself by using his grandfather too were meticulously calculated moves.
He knew his enemy's weak point, he was aware of his power, and most importantly, he had never shown his insidious side hidden behind the eager young orc mask he put on his face.
"It is very obvious that the brat has immunity to soul attacks; what excites me is his succeeding in absorbing these into his body."
Nafız and Ainle would stop watching the struggle of the duo; unless a very big change happened, the result on this front was certain.
Father and son were managing the situation quite well; thanks to Alyon's leveling up lineage power, other orcs had also returned to their old states, but the mood of one among them didn't seem quite right at these moments.
"Run let's see how far you will be able to run; if I don't make you eat that thing on you, let them not call me Wind of Death either!"
The mouth of the bulky female orc advancing by swinging her huge hammer was working at least as much as her hands. Although she left red roads covered with blood behind her, she couldn't catch the silhouette advancing in front of her.