"Nafız, walking towards the entrance of the tent which had three sections, was khaki-colored like the others but had tribal lines with the brightness of a diamond chasing each other on it, had just taken her third step, but the arrow embedding itself into the spot she was going to place her foot on prevented this.
"Don't stop, Doğu!"
The Blood God, turning towards her left side along with the wind blowing from there, was prepared for the sword attack coming from her right side a breath later. Batı wanted to use his cape, whose tasseled ends swept the ground, as a decoy and deal a blow to his enemy from her weak side, but there was no one before him to fall for these cheap tricks.
"I'm done with you, you're late! I'm going to tag the bigwig in the tent!"
Nafız sped up, and along with her, her two enemies sped up their attacks too. The synchronization of this duo was top-notch; even though at least three arrows arrived per second in the area where the enemy was, not a single one had hit his partner attacking from close range. Well, the arrows weren't hitting Nafız either; the Blood God was managing to eliminate both Doğu and Batı at the same time.
"Don't bother in vain, I've crossed you out!"
As she kept escaping, the duo was going crazy; while cold blue energy arcs rapidly spun around the swords, the blood-red whip hit now him, now the incoming arrows, protecting its user from all attacks.
"Be patient, I'll take all three of you at once!"
There couldn't be a more agile and more annoying enemy than a Nafız focusing solely on parrying. Whatever Doğu and Batı did, they couldn't stop her advance; there were also soldiers running to support them, but they were falling victim to either the orc warrior or friendly fire.
Unfortunately, when she reached the first section of the tent, they hadn't been able to stop her, and stepping over the pieces of the broken table, Nafız lifted the curtain of the third section. When the spear continuing by taking a lock of her blood-red hair returned with the same speed, the sharp metal protruding from the right side of its sharp part was about to embed itself in her nape.
"Get out of my way!"
If it were someone else, they might have thought of ducking or putting an obstacle in between, but Nafız didn't do that; in a single move, she placed her knees on the enemy's shoulders and swung along with him. The man, pulling his weapon back and possessing a body larger than the door, went paces backward when Nafız's weight was added on top of it; his pain-filled screams filled the inside of the khaki-green tent.
His eyes, shining with the joy of killing just a moment ago, were now in the Blood God's hands, and blood was flowing from his empty eye sockets. His weapon had already dropped; amidst the gazes of the person he was tasked to protect, his pain came to an end with the kick that landed on his throat.
"Was all this fuss for you?"
The top of the tent, which unlike orc tents was produced not with leather but with water and heat-resistant fabrics, tore, and the two soldiers who had been trying to stop Nafız for a while appeared before her. Even knowing he would be trapped in a small space, even Doğu hadn't hesitated to be here; it was obvious how resolutely they wanted to protect the person behind them.
"What are you doing? Kill that ugly creature immediately!"
There was no doubt this person was the one managing the headquarters belonging to the Diamond Leaf Merchant Guild, but why did his voice sound different from before? When he gave the first attack order, it was harsh, deep, and a bit dirty, but now, while saying this very short sentence, it had fluctuated at least five times.
"Shut up you teenager, what are you doing here?"
Wearing a crown adorned with walnuts-sized diamonds on top of his hair stretching down to his eyes, with his pimply face and the arms and hands he swung disproportionately, the commander appearing before Nafız was a fifteen-year-old kid at most.
The Blood God, whose sense of hearing was extremely developed, couldn't have heard wrong; the previous orders had been given by an adult male, but it was obvious the man she killed by gouging his eyes out was the person who took on this duty. There couldn't be a greater explanation for Doğu and Batı braving death and getting in front of her; the highest-ranking commander here was this brat.
"Who are you to talk to me like this? I am the youngest son of the Leader of the Diamond Leaf Merchant Guild."
Due to the vocal cord muscles of the kid, whose testosterone level in his body was changing due to the developmental period he entered, not yet fully developed, every word of his was a reason for suicide for those listening to him. Nafız's face soured, whose ears were harassed, but no one could be as uncomfortable in the face of what they heard as Batı.
"Little master!"
He only said two words, but his tone of voice and body language carried dozens of questions within. The enemy was two paces away and had managed to come all the way here, how could he reveal his identity so comfortably.
"Along with being the youngest son, I guess you are also the stupidest of them!"
Nafız, exuding a deadly aura up to that moment, burst into laughter; she even let herself go so much that she even turned her back to the others, but the Mercenaries seeing this mistake immediately launched an attack.
"I guess it can't be said that you are very smart either."
One of the two swords possessing ice-blue energy was about to pierce her neck and the other her heart, but what came out of her mouth reached Batı's ears before the metal weapons did.
"Orc Blood Techniques – Treacherous Hedgehog"
As the blood spikes embedding into his body pierced the armor wrapping his body, the man stepping backward step by step dropped to his knees when he came next to Doğu. He was going hunting but couldn't escape being the hunted; it seemed there was no predator more dangerous than Nafız inside the unit today.
Doğu too had gotten his share of this attack; when he stepped in front of the teenager standing behind them so he wouldn't get hurt, neither the bow in his hand nor the shield his bracelet turned into could protect them. The last resort was to use his body, and the woman collapsing onto Batı didn't even blink while doing this.
"Ugh, how quickly they died, useless things!"
The kid getting up from the ornate throne he sat on spat on the duo in front of him and kicked his men who were about to draw their last breaths. Nafız was watching him from where she stood, despite this, the brat throwing kicks tossing his hair didn't look like he was bothered.
"Who are you? How much is the loser leader of the Hell Realm paying you?"
"What did you say, repeat that again?"
Nafız, whose cheerful facial expression changed in half the time of a blink, took a step, but the teenager sitting on the dead bodies of his two subordinates was still able to speak drawing out his words.
"I said tell me your price so I can tell my dad to give you double. Then go kill that goofy guy who thinks he's something for me! What was his name, Josuna or something?"
Between the teenage brat's mouth closing and his back hitting the barrier surrounding the unit, not even a duration of two breaths passed. Behind the orc gripping his throat, blood-red energy was gathering, and this cloud-like thing increasing every second slowly began to take shape.
"When I met him in the dungeon in Nikonya, he was either seven or eight years old. When I said I was going to kill the man who hid and protected him and his family, he jumped in front of him, opened his arms, and shielded him with that tiny body of his!"
When the Blood God increased the pressure on the teenage brat's throat, a thin moan was heard. The bloody mist cloud behind her continued to change.
"He was ten when he killed his first sentient wild creature, twelve while making nights poison for the enemy armies during the Two-Year Wars, and he had just turned sixteen when he became the King of the Hell Realm.
His name is Jashua, and if you have the guts, say your words from just now to the Blood Puppet forming behind me, which doesn't bear even a tenth of his majesty!"
When the blood mist cloud shaped by Nafız's blood energy took its final form, Jashua, the King of the Hell Realm, had fixed his bloody eyes on the teenage brat who was the commander of the base. When the Blood God, whose hands were wet with tears, bowed her head, she saw the dirt was dirtied with the brat's urine.
She let go of his throat, and the legs of the youngest son of the Leader of the Diamond Leaf Merchant Guild couldn't carry his body. Neither she nor Jashua's Blood Puppet did anything; the majesty of the King of the Hell Realm had been enough for the teenage brat to drown in his own filth.