"Man, even if I lost not one but both of my arms, there is no peace for you in this world. You dug your own graves with your hands!"
Nafız swung the dagger emerging from her left wrist forward, and the blood-red energy floating in the air advanced towards Virgen. Although the Black Lily disciples seemed a bit surprised, twenty of them immediately stepped forward and blocked the attack before it reached their leader.
Their arms holding their weapons were trembling madly, but they had managed to overcome it. If Nafız had been in a condition to achieve the cross-slash she always did, it wouldn't have been difficult for all twenty of them to die at once.
"You can perform Essence Release; I could guess this, but it is very obvious you haven't fully mastered it yet. Maybe if you had two hands it would be different, but in your current crippled state, you have no chance. I will send you and the wretch beside you to the little bastard's side!"
"What did you say?"
This time Nafız didn't speak; the voice came from the man slowly placing the corpse of the child in his lap on the ground. Bloody tears were wetting his cheeks and mixing with the child's blood.
"I said I will send you and that one-armed bitch to the bastard who died a moment ago; if you didn't hear, let me say it again!"
When Virgen spoke with the confidence given by being the ruler of the area he was in, he was practically roaring; he was looking down on others with the attitude of the cruel tyrant of the region.
"It is so obvious you deserve the filth resembling shit on your face; I am very happy that people from your treacherous clan will die today!"
"And how will that happen?"
Virgen wasn't stepping back, but as the old man stood up closing the open eyes of the child lying in front of him, the ground began to shake. The little boy's body turned to dust and mixed into the air; at the same moments, the shaking intensified, and deep and long cracks began to form on the ground.
"As if it wasn't enough that I fell into this situation because of you, you came here and ruined my dream world too. I will not give you an easy death!"
Giant blood spikes bursting from the ground rose, taking the Black Lily disciples they entered between their legs with them. The bodies of a hundred people were dangling like flags at the tips of the spikes exceeding four human heights. Behind Virgen, there was a magnificent tableau consisting of people in death throes.
"Area Master forgive me, I couldn't see your sublimity!"
Virgen had prostrated on the ground, begging without lifting his forehead even a millimeter. Nafız, watching the events changing in an instant, didn't know what to say. Besides, the gray-haired man had no intention of leaving the word to anyone.
"What do you want; should I forgive you?"
Black Lily Virgen, sensing the small change in the middle-aged man's voice, lunged forward; now he was hugging the man's legs and kissing his feet.
"Forgive me, most supreme one; I am just an ignorant disciple!"
Virgen, kissing the man's feet without stopping his lips for a second or taking a breath, didn't seem like his lips would wear out, but what he would hear in a bit would be of the kind he wouldn't like much.
"A hundred and something years ago, when you tried to ruin the grand plan, I forgave your clan's leader once. As a result of the Royal Family's provocations, you caused Isabel's death, but even though my heart bled, I did this.
Did you stop? No! This time you united with that filth of a family again to attempt on her daughter's life. By causing Mora to cause the death of one of her favorite friends, by making her a friend killer, you caused her death.
She has neither a grave nor a lifeless body. Thanks to your never-ending treachery, while she was supposed to rule the Hell Realm, she died at the other end of the world.
Despite all this, you expect me to forgive you, huh? It is time for you to go to the dogs I killed before!"
Before the middle-aged man's words finished, Virgen drew his weapons and tried to make a surprise attack, but his hand froze in the air before his short sword could reach his opponent. He couldn't move; the blood flowing from his veins starting to appear over his skin flocked towards his face.
A few breaths later, blood began to spurt from all holes in his head; this situation continued until the last drop of blood in his body came out. The middle-aged man waved his hand, and the blood gathering in the shape of a sphere began to darken; when they turned to dust and mixed into the air, the body on the ground also disappeared from sight.
"Orc warrior Nafız, who calls herself Blood God. What is the reason for you giving your single arm for someone you don't know at all?"
Nafız thought for a while after making eye contact with the middle-aged man whose entire aura changed; perhaps for the first time, she was left without an answer.
"It resembled the death of Sangre, the Blood Warrior you created, didn't it?"
Nafız leaped from her place, and the blood dagger appearing in her left hand stopped one millimeter away from the middle-aged man's neck. Nora, who was a sweet girl, was gone; in her place came the orc Nafız with her two front teeth hanging from her mouth. The breath she huffed from her nose was hitting the man's face.
"You are truly worthy of carrying a piece of her; I am sorry you have to live her karma too!"
The middle-aged man took Nafız's arm on the ground and attached it to its place as if it were the easiest job in the world. When Nafız, returning to her orc appearance, moved her right arm, she felt as if it had never separated from her.
"Do you really think you cut off your arm?"
The gray-haired man asked smiling; the person fishing with his child was long gone. He was now someone charismatic enough to have power over everything.
"You have questions, but I cannot give the answer now. I have only one offer for you; if you want to listen, follow me!"
Nafız, tagging along after the man who turned his back and started walking, entered the small hut. She had passed through this door to change her clothes before, but this time the place it opened to was completely different. They entered a long corridor where four people could walk side by side comfortably. The walls of the path, illuminated by flashy chandeliers hanging from the ceiling every five steps, were blood-red.
After walking for approximately a hundred breaths, a door surrounded by an energy field appeared before them. The middle-aged man stopped right here and turned around to speak.
"Open your ears, listen to me well. You will make a decision and there will be no return. When you enter this room, solitude will be waiting for you!"
Nafız just listened; she was waiting for the gray-haired man to spill the beans.
"Eventually, you have to abandon the legacy you carry inside; this is your fate. Two different powers cannot exist within the same body. Especially when one is powerful enough to wipe out all the others, this is not possible.
For years, you experienced Mora's abilities with your unsuitable body; no one can say you are insufficient to learn blood techniques. It won't be easy; if you don't use Mora's legacy, you will have to work at least ten times harder than even the most untalented disciple."
The man, explaining many things in a single breath, stopped and looked at her; Nafız's eyes were blazing.
"We are talking about a training that will last for hundreds of years; no one would risk this, of course, unless they are an orc who doesn't die as long as they find food. When a hundred years pass where the door opens, only one day will have passed in the Outer World. Along with all techniques of the Holy Blood Sect, as much food and blood stones as you wish are ready for your development.
Do you have the courage to create your own blood techniques by using the familiarity of Mora's memory?"
The middle-aged man extended his right hand to the energy shield, and the last obstacle in front of Nafız opening the door was removed; now only her answer was awaited.
"You know why I came here, to the Hell Realm, don't you? When everything is over, I will get what I want; do we have a deal?"
The moment the gray-haired man's head went down meaning yes, Nafız opened the door and stepped inside. Without thinking for even a single breath, she walked fearlessly towards the solitude that would last for hundreds of years.