"You've always been a polite man Atractivo, dragging yourself down with treacherous dogs will wound my soul. If you join me, you can be both my right hand and my husband. What do you say?"
The offer left those who heard it with their mouths hanging open; she fit all the criteria of the Holy Blood Sect Sheikh.
"Oh Eyshan oh! Even when you were running around in this garden with your hair in two braids, you were this kind of person. They don't say you are at seventy what you are at seven for nothing!"
No matter how shocking the offer was, Atractivo's answer was going to be enough to overshadow it. The handsome man's words left question marks in minds, but it was neither the time nor the place to think about it.
"And with that, you've wasted your last chance, let's set the stage!"
When Eyshan finished her speech, the tower began to shake, and before ten breaths passed, it started moving downward. When it stopped, there was no tower left; the walls surrounding the giant room had vanished, they were in the middle of a boundless garden.
"When I learned I could change the shape of the palace whenever I wanted, oh how overjoyed I was, but as the years went by, it started feeling very ordinary!"
Eyshan turned her head and scanned the area; when the tower reached the ground, they were met with tens of thousands of people waiting for them.
"The four sects and the Four Merchant Guilds joined hands. Here, in the great garden of the Hell Palace, there is an army with the strength of ten thousand people.
You, all together, aren't even fifty people! I wonder, with what kind of surprise do you plan to astonish me?"
"Numbers, numbers, numbers. You're all obsessed with this; I got as strong as the whatever stage of the whatever level. So what if you are ten thousand people, the Holy Blood Sect Sheikh hasn't drawn his weapon yet!"
"I've heard enough of your nonsense. Kill them!"
When Eyshan gave the order, the ground began to shake; thousands of people were running towards a single point.
"Hey, Holy Bone! You wanted to fight, didn't you?"
Nafız patted Muslo's back as she passed her; the young girl's bewildered state dissipated at that moment.
"It's our time to shine. Form up, Bone Graveyard is active!"
"Jashua, this side is yours!"
"Alis, handle the back!"
Nafız had put her daggers in her storage space and drawn her composite recurve bow instead. She was going to personally defend one side of the four-cornered defensive formation.
When the enemy got within fifty steps, bones started raining down from the side held by the Holy Bone Sect; human, animal, creature, whatever there was covered the ground.
"Welcome to the Bone Graveyard!"
The bones on the ground were waiting for those stepping on them to pass; when the crowd numbering close to a thousand entered their midst, they pulled their trick. As if they were metal and the enemies were magnets, they moved quickly and impaled their bodies.
Once they hit, they disappeared, but it wasn't a problem. Every time, one dead body and dozens of bones to be used were left behind.
On the other side, Alis was blocking the way with his hurricanes. When the disciples wanting to push forward were cut down the moment they entered, they would find the solution in waiting.
"Do you want some help?"
The Third Sheikh's Power Animal, who came to the hall later with the Second Elder, called out to the youth in white. She thought Alis couldn't absorb energy, but that situation was left in the memories.
"No need, as long as my tornadoes keep spinning, my energy won't run out!"
For Alis, who had centered himself in the event, there was no problem; two sides of the four-cornered defensive stance were impassable. Atractivo turned his gaze to the other side that hadn't engaged the enemy yet and was met with a huge surprise.
"Bloods absorbed over the years, rise and become my weapon!"
Jashua plunged the sickle at the base of his weapon named Guadaña de la muerte into the ground. The black stone, which hadn't taken damage from devastating explosions and piercing winds before, was easily cut, and blood started spurting from the gash.
The flowing red liquid was what the Young Count had said; the bloods absorbed over the years were coming to light again for him.
"Blood Needles!"
The third side was covered with blood needles. As the combined force of the four attacking sects advanced, they suddenly had to go on the defensive.
"Make sure we get the kid's weapon, it looks like it has the feature of activating what Abarran made!"
The man in Golden Armor turned his head slightly and whispered to his assistant standing behind him; at the same time, the other three representatives were doing exactly the same move.
The only option for the troops unable to attack from three sides was to push from the side held by Nafız, and they organized in a short time not to miss this opportunity. They were apprehensive at first; whenever they lunged forward, they were met with an attack, but it didn't happen this time. They passed the first five steps without a hitch and started running fast.
"Come my little fawns, come!"
Nafız muttered to herself as she drew her bow; a blood-colored sphere had formed in her right hand. Even though they saw the sphere growing moment by moment, the attackers didn't stop; their only option was to execute a breakthrough maneuver from this front.
When five steps were left, their hopes really went up, but there was something they didn't know. Nafız was releasing the hand drawing her bow.
"Rain of Arrows!"
From the composite bow whose size barely reached arm's length, hundreds of arrows shot out in the blink of an eye; the blood stored in the bracelets Abarran produced was flowing in torrents.
"Run!"
"Back, back!"
Seeing the face of death in front of them, the people tried to escape, but their efforts were in vain; their backs were blocked by their friends. Waiting for the most opportune moment, Nafız was not only after deterrence but also thinning out the enemy.
"When you yelled kill, I thought something was actually going to happen! Eyshan, you should have long passed the age of playing games!"
Atractivo was watching what happened without lifting a finger. His usual sidekick, the wine glass, was in his hand.
"Fall back!"
"Fall back!"
The Sect Sheikhs were calling their disciples back from the battlefield, and Holy Fire Fuego was next to the four representatives.
"Why didn't you attack? Aren't you here to help us?"
The voice of the woman in red didn't rise, but her questioning attitude said it all.
"My apologies, Your Highness the Sheikh. We came to support you, not to have our soldiers slaughtered by the enemy!"
"I've never seen such a comical way of attacking!"
"May I ask a question? Did you seriously think you could weaken these people with numerical superiority?"
The Holy Fire Sect Leader asked a question, but she got her answer with dozens of words dipped in a sauce of humiliation. Her face flushed; even though the trait of her energy was fire, it was obvious the situation had nothing to do with it. Her right hand had done something goofy, and it fell to Eyshan to fix it.
"Would the Esteemed Representatives care to offer us some advice on attacking?"
If you want something, you have to know how to ask for it. The woman celebrating her hundredth birthday knew this very well. How could she not? Her entire life was built on this truth.
"Since Her Supreme Majesty the Queen of Hell personally showed the courtesy to ask, these humble representatives will say a few words in accordance with their experience!"
The Mercenaries were good not only at war but also at politics and negotiation. They could masterfully hide humiliation and praise within a single sentence.
"First, get those who can't turn their energy into weapons out of the way. They will serve no purpose other than providing ammo for the enemy."
All the weak disciples, who were valuable resources for the Bone Graveyard and Jashua's blood manipulation, were called behind the front lines. Those remaining in the front were elite soldiers and high-level disciples.
Nafız, Jashua, Alis, and the Holy Bone teams gathered together. The battle would continue with a frontal clash, not a siege tactic, and combining their strengths would be the best move.
"Spending manpower to weaken the enemy is an outdated tactic; instead, we prefer to use war machines!"
The Representatives waved their hands, and dozens of strange weapons filled the space in front of them. The soldiers running forward from behind the four people, who started bringing out their trump cards hidden in their interspatial voids, took charge of the weapons.
"Allow us to show you how the Mercenaries fight!"