The King of the Hell Realm could, of course, have targeted the human-based robots in his path, but he preferred to leave them to the true Holy Blood Cult students. He had been involved in war since his childhood, but the newly emerged students had no chance to experience what he had experienced.
He would take the lead and leave the rest to them. The two senior warriors present as the superiors of about a hundred warriors were doing the same. The purpose of their presence was not to guide or rescue them when they fell into difficult situations; they were here to destroy the bodies belonging to the Other Realm if they died.
Considering the combat power of the warriors, all of whom used blood techniques without exception, the probability of the worst-case scenario happening was very low. After the humans of the Hell Realm they had fought previously, even the engineers were astonished by the power of the newly emerged individuals.
Since almost all the humans inside the robots they created were from the people of the Golden City, their regeneration and combat powers were limited, but they had managed to cope with the previous ones. They didn't have numerical superiority either, but they fought by using the enemy's fragility to their advantage.
Right now, they had no such chance; the true Holy Blood Cult warriors were players of another league. If they started a job, they didn't leave without finishing it. For them, the humans inside the machines had no meaning; they didn't even hear the screams of the crowd behind the engineers.
Their blows were ruthless; targeting the joints of the robots, they first immobilized them, and then chose the shortest path to kill the human inside. Michelangelo had been wounded in his battle with the human-based robot due to his sentimentality, but for the Holy Blood Cult students, there was no room for emotions during war.
If possible, they tore off the head first. Since the engineers could use the energy of the human inside the robot even if they were dead, as a second task, they nullified the robot's mobility. There were no unnecessary movements, no large-scale attacks just for the sake of showing off, or leaving the job halfway due to carelessness; every step, every choice was directed toward the result.
On this front of the war that began with the opening of the Golden City gates in the middle of the night, the end was approaching. As the number of human-based robots decreased, the engineers—who produced new ones using the human and machine stock on hand—had a big problem.
Consumption and production did not match; in fact, consumption had reached almost twice the production. Over time, sensing the pains of this change that occurred over approximately an hour, the engineers were aware of the danger.
Death was coming for them with heavy steps, and the moment they had to make a choice, they chose to save their own lives. They must have completed the field experiment; they didn't even care who the Golden City would belong to, but they knew very well that they would die if they didn't flee now.
"Brain Control Device Active - All Subjects in Attack Mode!"
The engineer who was the leader of the team fighting the Hell Realm army gave the command. The eyes of the humans from the Golden City populace, numbering around a thousand, lost their color. They entered the battlefield screaming. Waving the weapons in their hands clumsily, they tried to kill the specially trained Holy Blood Cult students.
"So this was your last trump card! You want to save your lives by sacrificing all the subjects you have, but you have a small problem. There is nowhere left to run!"
The moment Jashua finished his words, a wall appeared in front of the engineers who were moving away without even looking back. The wall—dirty white in color, more than four steps high, and completely blocking the path between the two buildings the engineers used to escape—had practically burst from underground.
The engineers, attacking the wall that suddenly appeared with the weapons and energy attacks they carried to protect themselves, were glad when they saw they dealt damage. They could overcome this obstacle with a short effort, but before a few breaths passed, they realized this plan wasn't actually that good.
No matter how much damage they dealt to the wall, the wall could regenerate itself. They stopped the attack; they began looking for a solution by identifying the obstacle before them, but this action caused all their hopes to turn to ash and scatter in the air.
"Bone, the wall is made of bone!" "Only Hueso, the former leader of the Holy Bone Cult, can create such a bone wall!" "The battlefield is one of the richest places in terms of organic materials. With the bones of hundreds of thousands of dead orcs lying around, no matter how much damage we do, he can recreate the wall!"
When the engineers started brainstorming, they forgot what was happening around them. Perhaps it was a professional handicap, or perhaps they were arrogant enough to think what they had to say was more important than the rest of the whole world, but when one of them screamed, they realized where they were.
The Holy Blood Cult warriors had massacred the innocent populace they sent upon them as bait within dozens of breaths, and it was their turn. They tried to resist with protective shields, small-caliber element cannons, and reinforced cold weapons, but to what avail?
Their business was science; no matter how malicious they were, they couldn't cope with the Holy Blood Cult warriors who had been trained for years to kill their enemies. The battlefield was the others' area of expertise, and the engineers were far away from their natural habitat.
They were going to die, there was no escaping it, but the most painful part was their lives ending by seeing that the things they were trying to do had already been achieved by someone else. With human-based robots, they had managed to repair metal using life force, but Hueso had been able to do this for a very long time thanks to his skill.
When the last engineer fell to the ground, all the support forces that came to the Golden City on behalf of the Machine Empire were destroyed. Previously, the mages of the Lands of Light and the Mercenaries who owned the continent had tasted defeat, and when the Machine Empire forces fell too, only one obstacle remained before the Orc Empire.
The Sixth Apostle was the only enemy of the Orc Empire forces within the Golden City borders, or even across the entire Mercenaries' Home. Everyone else had accepted submission or had been forced to, but he was fighting with all his might to fulfill the oath he took.
"Wasn't the power the Little Dragon gave enough? Perhaps the old dragon you call Master can help you, but who knows where he's licking his wounds now?"
Nafız was toying with her opponent; she was immune to two of the four elements the Sixth Apostle could use, and she managed to evade the other two. Because the Orcs and Druids were out from underfoot, she had also started to use the advantages of the area. It seemed that times more difficult than the present awaited the Sixth Apostle.
"Do not utter my Master's name in your filthy mouth, orc!"
The Sixth Apostle had begun losing control a long time ago, but his rate of becoming unbalanced was gradually increasing. Nafız and her sharp tongue had a great share in this; how else could the Sixth Apostle, the monument of arrogance, come to this state?
"What will you do if I utter the name of that stinking fellow you call Master? Will you kill me? What are you waiting for, or will you run away with your tail tucked between your legs like your Master?"
Finding the enemy's weak point, Nafız was gouging it out, making it bleed. The Sixth Apostle used all four elements at the same time. He didn't care that Fire and Ice had no effect; he didn't have a mind clear enough to think about it.
The Blood God was threatened by such scattered attacks that she preferred to slip through them as a defense method. Directing herself toward the side where Ice and Fire were, dodging the attacks formed with the Wind and Earth elements was a piece of cake for her.
"This won't do. I need to batter you a little; let's see if your skill will work on me too?"
As soon as Nafız took her two daggers with blood flower reliefs on them in her hands, she vanished. When she reappeared, the flame of the wings on her back was hitting the Sixth Apostle's face. Although the blood spurting from the body cut by the daggers wasn't seen due to the silk shirt having the same color, the reliefs on the daggers had begun to shine.