"First, let's kill those three!"
Seeing ten Black Lily Clan disciples getting torn to pieces, the others preferred to stay away from the woman waiting by Ralf and Lareina. The movements of the woman, whose origins were unclear, were sharp, and her actions seemed ruthless.
Turning their directions to the trio on the battlefield, those from the crowd who were Black Lily disciples surrounded Nafız, and the others surrounded Alis and Jashua.
"Why hasn't the Sheikh gotten up from his place?"
"How much longer does he intend to sit without reacting?"
While these and similar conversations were being held among the spectators consisting of thousands of people, Sheikh Atractivo was dozing off. The Second Elder had the five Clan Leaders who didn't enter the battle and the Third Elder under his scrutiny. They were watching what was happening inside the Blood Dome like commanders watching the battles of the troops under their command from a commanding hill.
"Black Lily dogs, come!"
Nafız drew the bow in her hand. She shouted at the clan leader releasing the captive spirits from the magic circle inside his palm and the disciples under his command. The old man, who gathered people from ten fiefdoms along with the warriors of his clan, was attacking supporting them with the captive spirits he added to them.
"Don't let her speak!"
"Cut her throat!"
While the warriors, numbering over five hundred, were coming at her along with just as many spirits they took with them, the red-haired girl started her shots. When hundreds of arrows appeared in front of them, the disciples defended themselves drawing the shields they brought with them.
The arrows consisting of blood hit the metal shields and scattered leaving some damage on them. The shields that were shining a moment ago were now blood red. The enemies closing the distance between them didn't slow down, but rather sped up even more, when they saw Nafız making the same attack once again.
When the arrows leaving the bow at a crazy speed filled the air, the people their tips were turned to were prepared. Raising their shields, they met the attack roaring. The earth and sky rang, the sounds didn't cease until the first person among them fell to the ground.
"Did you really believe those shields could meet my arrows?"
They were like mulberries falling from the branches of a tree shaken violently from its trunk; they fell apart when they hit the ground. Their shields were along with them. Their surfaces, previously covered with blood, stood next to them worn out almost to the point of disappearing and possessing a few holes.
The first attack was just a deception. Nafız had tried the poison formula melting metal alloys, then executed her main attack and riddled their bodies with holes.
The poor fools, thinking their shields were enough, were caught off guard since they transferred all their energies to their weapons. The spirits also got their share from the attack; while they were flying defenselessly against the blood arrows, they faded away.
The Black Lily Clan was a community that fought this way throughout its history. By putting the weak forward, they would tire the enemy, and deal the finishing blow at their weakest moment. The moment you fell into the error of thinking they were suffering losses, it would coincide exactly with the moment your job was finished.
Aware of this, Nafız was making every attack of hers aimed at killing. The serious expression settling on her face and the determination she showed while using her blood energy were telling that the game played over the Battlefield just a moment ago was over.
"Blood Flowers!"
She bore down on her enemies falling to the ground with the attack that was the feature of her daggers. The attack, which was easy to defend against for an enemy whose power was in place, was very effective against those who had holes in their bodies.
"Never mind those on the ground, attack the girl!"
The target of the crowd abandoning their comrades to death was Nafız. The attacks breaking off from their weapons were targeting only her.
"Blood Wall!"
Nafız shouted once again. This time there was no attack coming out of her weapons. The blood overflowing from the bodies burned alive by the Blood Flowers was becoming a wall around her. The blood rising up to her ankle, acting almost like a living organism, was rising wherever the attacks were coming from, and joining the pool again.
Seeing that their ranged attacks didn't reach their target due to the moving walls rising from the ground, the Black Lily Clan disciples took action for close combat. The person standing opposite them, in their eyes, was a little girl of sixteen. How could they not cut her head off and present it to their leader.
Nafız, putting away her bow, gripped her daggers tightly. When the blood energy overflowing from the tips of the short weapons increased their lengths to half a meter, she saw fit to meet the enemy on the way. The resulting picture was unbelievable; a single person attacking against hundreds of enemies.
Taking a five-meter path in one step, Nafız accelerated even more after stomping her right foot hard on the ground. Before the Black Lilies, expecting her to try to keep them away with her arrows, could understand what happened, she entered among them and tore open the throat of the first target in a single blow.
Blood spurted in such a way that the faces of those around her were painted red with their friend's blood before their own blood. The young girl herself turned into an arrow and cut right through the crowd. She didn't cut her speed, but rather increasing it even more, she headed for the clan leader hovering in the air.
When she made a cross cut using her two daggers, the energy separating from her weapon took the shape of a huge X and hit the old man. Breaths were held, but Nafız saw what happened. The clan leader had waved his hand with the magic circle, and the attack hit the giant spirit pile in the shape of a skull appearing in front of the man a breath later.
A crooked smile appeared on the face of the old man who sacrificed hundreds of spirits to defend himself. The disciples remaining behind Nafız were coming back. The old man, standing in a suitable position for defense, was determined to use those under his command first.
"Get out of my sight! Blood-sucking creatures!"
The red-haired girl headed for the enemy again, but this time she found them defending not in a crowd, but in groups of ten. Seeing that their numerical superiority was defeated by speed, the Black Lilies changed tactics and chose to fight in small groups.
Nafız paused for a moment; taking advantage of this, the Black Lily Clan Leader sent the spirits coming out of the circle in his hand right behind her. Nafız, stuck between two enemies, took a deep breath; she was just about to attack when a familiar voice echoed in her ears.
"Sir, don't enter among them!"
The person speaking was none other than Jashua. The Young Count knew what the Black Lilies, one of his enemies he fought for almost two years, were after.
"They didn't line up randomly! Every group of ten is a key point of the formation. If you enter inside, either you will consume their energy or they will consume yours!"
When the Young Count told her the trap she was about to enter, Nafız smiled. Although she had six hundred years of training, Jashua had fought his enemies more than her.
"Thanks Jashua!"
Nafız spoke calmly and suddenly dove among the Black Lily Disciples. After accelerating like lightning, she suddenly stopped; the place she was in was exactly the center of the formation.
"She really entered!"
"This girl must be a retard!"
"She ran to her death with her own feet!"
"Get ready, we are finishing her off!"
Listening to the voices rising from all four sides, the Blood God roared, almost forcibly trapping the air around her into her lungs.
"Come on then, you little bitches! Let me show you what a real warrior is like!"