"Come out and fight properly, sons of whores!"
Severo, who had turned into a whipping boy due to the obvious mistakes he made, was screaming at the Druid Liberation Army, which hadn't suffered even a single loss yet, tearing his throat apart.
"Alyon, look they are swearing at your mother!"
The words of the man vomiting the grudge inside him without thinking about his hair sticking to his face had only made the two orcs commanding a thousand people smile.
"Cut it out, you cross-dresser; if you can, come and let's fight! You didn't come all this way just to tear your ass from afar!"
The grey-haired orc had no intention of falling for these tricks; why should he take priority and take action while his enemies were the ones desperate right now!
"Dragan, what are you waiting for to take action?"
When the number two man of the Black Lilies didn't receive the answer he expected from druids, he would turn his face again to the man who was the commander of the army established by four civilizations.
"We cannot approach the enemy; besides this, our mechanical devices became ruined too. I guess the time has come to use the only remedy in our hands!"
The middle-aged man looking sharp inside his camouflage also seemed to be of the same opinion as Severo this time; he had summarized the situation briefly while addressing the representatives of the other two civilizations.
"You know the last point the device our engineers have been working on since the effect on the Orc Steppes started has reached; although we were able to produce it for every soldier in the army, the shortness of the effect duration will make our job difficult!"
Even though they were people of separate generations, Hank, who suffered two defeats against Leonardo, who was always said to be a more magnificent scientist than him, was also quite eager.
"What is the current effect duration of the device you developed to protect from the wrath of Khan, the protector of Orcs?"
Maria de León, who joined the conversation, was aware of the new invention work that would serve to move on the Orc Steppes turned into a completely untouchable area, but she had no information about the level reached.
"Unfortunately, we can withstand that freak's power only for ten minutes; afterward, there hasn't been anyone escaping being torn to pieces within a second!"
Although this wasn't exactly what she expected, the face of the beautiful woman present here on behalf of the Lands of Light hadn't fallen; on the contrary, there was the expression of someone trying to shape the idea coming to her mind without speaking on her visage.
"Ten minutes might not be sufficient, but what if I make a little more effect on this duration with my large-scale defense spell; for example, will fifteen minutes be sufficient to destroy the enemy!"
"What do you mean will it be sufficient; to guarantee this, I will personally lead the attacking units by advancing in the front lines!"
Severo, the moment he caught the opportunity to harm his enemies adding today's shames on top of past grudges, would cling to the idea thrown out with all his ambition.
"I cannot allow you to be in the front lines; the effect of your presence on Hell Realm warriors is undeniable. In case you put yourself in danger, we would be taking a great risk!"
Dragan hadn't approved the decision made by the man who became a prisoner of his passions, but this time while explaining his opinion, unlike the previous ones, he was using words stroking Severo's pride.
"Let it be as you say; I will support them with my long-range attacks advancing behind them!"
Representatives of three civilizations wouldn't feel the need to object faced with such reasonable suggestions; no matter what, things could be solved much faster with the power of the Number Two of the Black Lilies.
After the decision was made, units had taken action to take attack position; since time restriction required them to focus only on attack, they would advance leaving all defense equipment except armors on them behind.
Dragan, losing seven hundred thousand members together with mechanical devices in a very short time from his army reaching three million when they arrived at the battlefield, had decided to use a combat power of one million for the movement he named lightning attack.
"Severo, I assume with your support too, this figure will be sufficient to destroy all enemies and withdraw to a safe distance before fifteen minutes pass; what do you think!"
"Of course it is sufficient; tearing apart that handful of miserable people won't even take five minutes!"
The number two of the Black Lilies, feeling important again, had answered bravely without holding back at all faced with this question coming at moments he experienced an explosion of self-confidence.
His mood hadn't changed when he passed in front of one million warriors separated from the main army either; in fact, with the effect of the power he felt on his back, he was becoming even more arrogant.
"Miserable druids and dirt bag orcs, listen to me!"
While feeling the power was with him intoxicated him madly, Severo wanted to address his enemies with a last speech.
"In a little while, I will come to you and separate your foul-smelling flesh from your bones personally; I will tear apart your borders you think are impassable, and give the necessary lesson to that freak thinking his power suffices for everything from where he sits!"
"Attack my warriors; ensure the sinners denying their pasts feel the cold breath of death!"
Warriors carrying the devices developed by the Machine Empire on them were feeling safe albeit a little; when they took their first steps, seeing they were girded with a light surrounding their bodies, all question marks in their minds would be erased and go.
"Grace of Light!"
Maria de León shouted raising her staff decorated with magic stones the size of a fist; casting the spell to cover one million people wasn't an easy job even for her.
Thus, the army formed by four civilizations was making the biggest move of the war starting almost an hour ago; while steps of warriors running at top speed caused slight tremors, there wasn't a trace of fear on their faces.
The Druid Liberation Army had survived previous attacks thanks to Khan and the Leonardo-Raffaello duo; now, opposite them, there was an enemy force of one million that would be affected neither by the impassable border nor by abilities affecting mechanical devices.
Those running in front had already passed five hundred meters; if they maintained this speed, the collision would occur before a minute passed.
"I guess we are done for this time!"
"Shut your mouth idiot, if anyone hears you, your head will go!"
"What head remained anyway; we will already be dead in a moment!"
While two druids in panic spoke among themselves, they didn't know they were actually voicing what passed through the minds of the thousand-person army; although they endured very well until now, it wasn't possible for them to believe there would be salvation from this attack.
With every step of the enemy, the fear growing inside them became even darker; after seeing the hunger, the desire for savagery in their eyes, everywhere had become pitch black almost.
They were incapable of seeing even a step ahead; looking forward with a hope of light as if pitch-black curtains descended on their eyes, but right now they couldn't even distinguish the enemy charging upon them.
Druids were very scared, so scared that they were incapable of realizing that not only themselves but also the warriors running at top speed were in the same situation.
As soon as the one-million force passed the two-hundred-meter border, the entire sky had darkened within a few seconds; the sky dome was covered with clouds tight enough not to let even a single beam of light leak through.
Interestingly, these clouds weren't advancing by hanging in the air; starting to fall onto warriors passing the one-hundred-meter border first, they were mixing into the crowd attacking shamelessly respectively.
"Two fools standing at the back, raise your heads and look at things passing over you; see with your own eyes what state the crowd you fear so much is in!"
While Nafız possessed sharp senses enough to hear the slightest whisper inside the units, how could the conversation of scared druids escape her ears?
"Watch the steels darkening the sky pierce the armors; feel the flowing blood, the magnificence of arrows silencing mouths screaming in pain, and never forget, if you have friends behind you who will go to death for you, whoever is in front of you is doomed to perish!"