Along with the voice coming from inside the Black Lily Formation, gazes shifted from the young man falling to his knees to the red-haired girl. Nafız was going on a rampage, striking fear into everyone around her.
"Jashua, is this what you call a formation?"
The Black Lily Clan disciples, who had formed groups of ten, were sending screaming spirits at the young girl. Against the attacks coming from all directions, the young girl's solution had been the Blood Dome. The interesting part was that she could launch attacks outwards.
While the Black Lilies were trying to destroy the blood-colored dome Nafız formed with her energy, they were also busting their asses to protect themselves from the arrows raining down on them.
"Clan Leader, help us!"
The moment the disciples using the tormented spirits for their attacks saw their enemy showing no signs of weakening, they turned and pleaded with their leader for help.
"Spirit Cage!"
The old man crushed the talisman he pulled from his robes and hurled it towards Nafız. The spirits bursting from the talisman, burning in black flames, ignored the attacks and set up a four-cornered cage right outside the Blood Dome.
Spinning rapidly, they practically created a gray cube. The Clan Leader, who had formed a defense wall between Nafız's attacks and his disciples, landed calmly on the ground.
"Attack. Throw everything you have at her!"
Jashua and Alis were fighting the Holy Blood Sect traitors who had teamed up with the forces of the five clans. They were having a really hard time, but none of them had gone toe-to-toe with a force led by a Clan Leader like Nafız.
"Second, my head is spinning. I think the wine went straight to my head!"
Sheikh Atractivo said something completely unexpected in the heat of the battle. Veins popped on the majestic man's face; his anger was now radiating from his body.
"Just roll over and die, you damn bastard!"
Getting his answer, the Sheikh hiccupped a couple of times. While sinking into the warm embrace of his wide throne, he spoke for the last time.
"I'm leaving this place in your hands!"
The Second Elder stomped his foot on the ground; the resulting crack was so massive that one end of it stretched all the way to the floor.
"How could my master be defeated by someone like you. Royal Family, I will never forgive you!"
While old scores were being settled at the highest point of the battlefield, Nafız was watching the spirits swarming the dome.
"Who knows when you fell into the hands of these scumbags. They don't give people a break even in death, do they?"
The spirits attacking the Blood Dome with piercing screams couldn't hear her; their only goal was to spread their agony to others.
"Sorry about this, but I have to wipe you out of existence completely. I wish Soul Sever was here, she would finish you off all by herself."
Nafız kept watching the spirits. Pacing left and right, she looked at almost all of their faces one by one.
"I guess it's time for people to see the blood abilities of an orc!"
The moment her words dropped, the Blood Dome vanished; there was no barrier left in front of the spirits that had been charging relentlessly for a while. While Nafız stood dead still, the spirits surrounding her formed a tornado, trying to make it impossible for her to get out.
"That's it, she's out of juice!"
"Attack, hold nothing back!"
The Sheikh's eyebrows shot up; contrary to his worried stance, his disciples were howling cries of victory. One of the two sides was dead wrong, and we wouldn't have to wait long to see who was right.
"Blood Techniques - Wild Creature Armor"
Nafız roared. It was obvious the voice came out ripping her vocal cords from the way the spirits around her scattered. It was such a blood-curdling scream that even the mindless spirits were forced to flee on instinct.
"Where the hell did this creature come from?"
"Stay back, keep your distance!"
Nafız was shrouded in blood-red energy. Her hands and feet were encased in the shape of claws, and a thick tail lashed out behind her. While the horns rising from both sides of her head twisted into spirals and intertwined, her snout distinctly protruded forward.
"The time for aesthetics and grace is over. I'm going to tear you limb from limb with my own hands!"
When the voice, coming out as a vicious growl, reached their ears, the Black Lily Clan disciples started shaking in their boots. They weren't facing a human anymore; a wild beast they couldn't conjure up even in their worst nightmares had crashed the party.
"Don't panic. Hold the line!"
Unlike his disciples who were caught off guard, the Black Lily Clan Leader kept his cool; he gave the most logical order against the shifting odds. Unfortunately, this order wasn't going to do squat because Nafız was already way past the point of logic.
She swatted away the spirits trying to swarm her again with a few claw swipes; her hands were wider than a normal human's torso. When she reached the group of ten, she wiped out half of them with a single swipe. The bodies of the other half weren't intact either.
Clearing her path with a tail whip, she charged at the other group. The incoming attacks didn't even slow her down; her movements were so fluid that she looked like she wasn't breaking a sweat.
These guys met the same fate as the others; the survivors started scrambling towards the Black Lily Clan Leader in an absolute panic. The Old Man was watching the carnage; the last spirits were about to pour out of the magic circle in his hand.
The blood armor enveloping Nafız wasn't just for defense. The vibe given off by the Blood God, appearing as a young girl, had taken a complete 180. The captive spirits were attacking humans no matter what, but their instincts were screaming at them to steer clear of this beast.
The Black Lily Clan Leader picked up on this too and stopped using the captive spirits. Judging by the twin sickles materializing in his hands, he was gearing up for a weapon fight.
"Drop dead!"
The red energy, morphing into two crescents, tore through the gray shadows and slammed into Nafız's chest. A deafening boom filled the arena; the attacks hadn't hit a human, they had crashed into a towering mountain.
"What the hell is this?"
Nafız was staring a hole right through the Black Lily Clan leader's eyes as she spoke, but the old man's focus was elsewhere. He was fixated on the chest piece of the armor; he was trying to figure out the scales exactly where his attack had landed.
"I guess you didn't hear me say Wild Creature Armor. Do you seriously think you can put a dent in me with those toys in your hands!"
The second she finished her sentence, Nafız's armor shifted and was coated in massive scales. Standing on two legs, she looked like a gargantuan crocodile with massive claws. The only difference was that the belly of the Blood God's armor was also armored with scales.
It wasn't a shocker. Nafız had been living as a wild beast since she took a body in this world. No matter how much they evolved, orcs hadn't lost the beastly traits running in their veins.
With their superior physical stats, bizarre colors, and development cycles that had nothing in common with humans, they were the apex of the wild creature lineage. Right now, Nafız was taking evolution to the next level, reclaiming and merging the traits that were ditched for the sake of higher intelligence.
"Form the Black Lily Formation. I'll spearhead the attack personally this time!"
Before the Black Lily Clan Leader could even finish his sentence, a six-pointed array formed around him. The Clan Leader, standing in the dead center of the blooming lily projection, hoisted his weapons into the air.
From the corners where the disciples were huddled, blood-red energy flowed out of the gray shadows and poured into the weapons. The Black Lily Clan Leader was siphoning his disciples' energies to fuel his attack. Judging by the blinding red hue, he was draining their life forces too.
Nafız was watching the whole thing go down, analyzing the enemy's game plan second by second. When she figured out the Clan Leader's endgame, she crouched slightly and launched herself into the air. In that instant, a pair of wings erupted from her back.
Symmetrical, and covered with feathers that got longer towards the tips, each wing formed an inverted V. There was zero doubt; these were a dead ringer for God Berkut's wings.
"Bring it on, Bitch-in-Chief. Let's see this attack you're going to lead personally!"