The orc they had captured was saying such things that her torturers, including Commander Pavlovich, took a few steps back, but unlike them, one person was running towards Nafız.
"Kill her, whatever happens, kill her right now!"
The blond-haired man, who was about to thrust his dagger surrounded by dazzling arcs of lightning into Nafız's chest, had lost his composure; throwing his notebook aside, he was trying to kill the orc he had been struggling to keep alive just a moment ago.
"Weren't you calling me a test subject?"
The weapon fortified with lightning energy was about to reach its target, Nafız's heart, but it was stopped by a claw made of blood-red energy when it was only a finger's breadth away. The claw gripping the blond man's wrist squeezed the pale flesh so hard that his hand, along with the dagger, fell into Nafız's lap.
"Sorry, since I'm high from the chemicals you gave me, I couldn't control my strength."
The man, leaving his hand behind, rolled backward until he reached the point where he started his attack, but those watching the events unfolding in seconds couldn't understand what was happening.
"Mr. Engineer, what is going on?"
Pavlovich wanted to move towards the man whose white coat was soaked in blood, but after the answer he got to his question, he couldn't take even a single step.
"You retarded meathead! Do you know who you let into the castle? This orc is the Blood God Nafız!"
Commander Pavlovich, who froze in his tracks for three seconds when he heard that name, made his next move by starting to run toward the stairs leading from the bunker to the ground door without giving any warning. Neither his subordinates, nor the torturers, nor the guards, nor the engineer he showed utmost respect to expected such a move from him; only Nafız had guessed he could do this.
"Come here, commander, I'm not done with you yet!"
The Blood-Red energy overflowing from her body caught the man taking his first step on the stairs and dragged him all the way to her feet, slamming him first into the ceiling and then into the floor. When she unleashed her energy containing life force, the hair she had cut to hide her identity, the wounds on her body, her missing teeth, and her nails returned to their original state within five breaths.
"You can kill me, but you can no longer hide who you are! When the news reaches the Golden City, we will oppose you with all our might!"
When Pavlovich, who thought his life was guaranteed since she said she had business with him, uttered insolent words, he became unable to speak again with the heel strike he took to his jaw. Even though he had tried to sell them out and escape, his two subordinates couldn't remain unresponsive to this move; drawing their short swords, they launched an attack from different directions.
"Stop!"
The engineer, who temporarily covered the gap created by his severed hand with a mechanical patch, shouted, but it was too late. Two pitch-black daggers traveled through the darkness and put an end to their aimless charge by slicing their throats from end to end.
"You just said the news will reach the Golden City, right? Tell me, who is going to do that?"
Along with the end of the question, the bunker shook as if caught in a violent earthquake, and for ten breaths, everything except Nafız was tossed from wall to wall.
"No, it's impossible!"
When the engineer stood up and examined his surroundings, he saw they were trapped by a dome-shaped red energy field and everything else was destroyed. Where the castle used to be, there was now a massive void; ten people in green robes were watching them from the edges of the pit with magic circles under their feet.
"Druids, it's true there are druids who use attack magic!"
The bunker was a place built underground and reinforced with highly durable metals, but if it weren't for Nafız's Blood Dome technique, even it would have been torn to pieces. Still, the Blood God wasn't a saint; everyone except Pavlovich, whose jaw she broke earlier, and the engineer speaking in astonishment had bid farewell to this world during the tremor.
"This idiot is at least at the level of a border castle commander; I can get the information about the region we are in from him. For now, he has a reason to stay alive, but what about you, engineer? What can stop me from doing to your throat what I did to your wrist?"
Pavlovich wasn't dead, but he couldn't be considered alive either; with his broken jaw and battered body, he could only breathe for a few more hours. As a firsthand witness to what happened, the blond-haired engineer knew that if he couldn't find a worthwhile reason, he could join the others in seconds.
"I am a third-degree engineer, I can help you by working under your command!"
The engineer, who was one step away from the wide-open door of death, tried to stay alive using his qualifications and didn't seem to care that he would be switching sides.
"Master Leonardo is on our side, and the Orc Military Academy trains dozens of orcs equivalent to a first-degree engineer every day. How many of them do you think have managed to reach the third degree so far?"
Nafız's words, choosing another way to say 'your title isn't worth a dime in the eyes of the Orc Empire', shook the man once again, who was beginning to feel weak due to the blood he lost.
"I can give you all the information on the border units of the Hell Realm and the Wild Swamp!"
Nafız didn't speak this time but turned her head and pointed at Pavlovich on the ground with her eyes. She had a border castle commander-in-chief in her hands, and while he was here, he could provide all the information the engineer would give. These were the things she wanted to say, and the blond-haired man got the message, but the move he would make a second later was going to be truly extraordinary.
Making his intact hand like a spearhead, he lunged toward Pavlovich's throat; he wanted to take the commander-in-chief's life with his hand covered in electrical arcs.
"I guess I was being a bit lenient by just taking your hand!"
When the engineer was about to reach his target for the second time, he was repelled, and the violence of this one couldn't be compared to the previous one. Four whips shooting out of the blood-red energy surrounding Nafız grabbed him by his limbs, lifted him into the air, and started stretching him.
The sound of snapping ligaments, tearing muscles, and dislocating bones could easily be heard, but the scream of the blond engineer drowned them all out and stood out.
"The test subject reacted violently to multiple tissue damage. She has fifteen seconds left before she can speak again!"
The chair, to which she was bound by straps on her arms and legs, now looked like a throne, and Nafız was the sole ruler inside the Blood Dome. Setting aside her being relaxed enough to make fun of the time allotted for her death, her eyes turning red said she was actually not joking at all.
"I can tell you; I can tell you about the agreement made between the Mercenaries and the Machine Empire!"
The engineer had realized this too, albeit late. The relentless resistance of his limbs stretched by the Blood Whips was coming to an end; it was clear he had a chance to tell Nafız something she might want to hear this time.
"Now you're starting to talk. Tell me then, blondie, what are those weird compatriots of yours up to?"
The man, clinging to life with shallow breaths, had neither his white coat nor the cool clothes he put on at the beginning of the day with him. They had turned into rags just like the engineer himself. Perhaps because he managed to survive on his last chance, he struggled to compose himself for about ten seconds and started speaking in his best possible condition.
"If you want me to tell you everything, you must save me from this situation. I beg you so as not to die before what I have to say is finished, please heal me!"
When Nafız heard the engineer's request, she raised one eyebrow and put one hand on her chin, just like in the times when the foxes wandering in her head tried to catch each other's tails. Even though he managed to prevent the damage caused by severing his hand with his own means, the blond man couldn't do anything for the devastation that occurred after his limbs were practically ripped from their sockets.
"You have eleven minutes and forty seconds!"
Nafız's blood-red aura surrounded the engineer, who dropped to the ground after escaping the whips, and began to enter his body through every pore.