Lethal Jealousy (2)

"There it is!" A brown robed believer screamed this was just the east of the northern outpost, but the Moribund Yearning Cult's believers had already caught up. Some had their puppets already lunging towards the seemingly famous illusory array formation, from which many still didn't know its true image, but could make a guess with how more than 1 million sect disciples managed to nicely stay within the small area.

There wasn’t any new construction since their arrival. It was basically as if those million sect disciples from the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect had really just gone poof into the outposts and rumored stronghold, fitting wherever they were and having so much space…which only meant that these outposts and the rumored stronghold can only be of the greatest quality for this taking of the Little Lake!

It wasn’t new to use a lot of resources for the Little Lake ‘great mission’ to be taking place. It has been a few times before over the history records of the world. But the amount of resources doing something just like this would waste was too much to be practiced even more than once every tens of thousands of years by the attempting major organization in question.

It is even said that whenever one of the major organizations attempted such, by the end of the war then, no Supreme Powerful Stones would be left remaining for said major organizations. And they would be in dire danger of being invaded and taken over by any major organization.

Only the cornerstone and ultimate methods from each major organization managed to save such from other major organizations, allowing them enough time to breathe so that the lost number of members and powerhouses could be slowly replenished over the next several hundreds and hundreds of years at worst.

Naturally, now, there was a frenzied reaction by the 3 major organizations as they heard and then volunteered to come to the Little Lake. With many of them crossed over their organizational territories and borders and had to traverse the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect’s organizational territory while it was only in truth the Preferential Light Justice Sect that didn’t need to worry about such.

As such, on every border of the strongest major organization’s organizational territory angered, embarrassed, and willing to fight for their cause - sect disciples and believers from the other major organizations came rushing to the Little Lake without a second doubt.

Only needed to worry about crossing the border successfully, as any time they spent around it was time that they could be caught, then forced to fight for their lives without even being halfway through the Region towards even getting to see their goal. Such realization would always make a few more extra members die here and there, partially defeated already because of this mindset.

Even then, a total force of over 1.4 million was created and ‘merged’ under the same commander sent to deal with the ‘Little Lake’ matter as soon as possible. It was just a coincidence that the borders were somewhat loose lately, allowing for more than those planned to arrive and giving them all some kind of relief after losing many fellow disciples or believers on their way here.

They were told about what was known, about the defensive barrier that seemed impenetrable and whose limits were even completely unknown even now, even after weeks and weeks of attempts at trying it out and ‘asking’ some fellow caught patrolling the perimeter around those barriers. They also only knew that there was more than 1 such barrier.

It was thanks that these people were now fully prepared, each one had a few tools of their own, and some even came with vehicles that were made for this one little thing or the other, which though they were simply worst than the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect’s armored cars in all aspects, they would still fulfill its purpose; one way or another.

Fwwesh, whoosh whoosh, cuuh. Bowling, bwaaang, bwoom bwoom…

In just a few tens of seconds’ worth of time, tens of thousands of puppets and corpses and zombies moved from their position close to their puppeteers and masters, sending themselves over to the barrier while there seemed to not be any force waiting for them at the moment.

“Keep going! They are nowhere to be seen. We have all the time in the world but work on it like your lover is getting stolen right in front of your eyes, your entire family murdered, and your friends massacred!!”

There was such high end encouraging shouts and yelling all over the eastern, northern, and southern sides of all outposts’ sides at these moments. In particular, in this eastern side of outpost 1, the believers of the Moribund Yearning Cult were using their puppets and corpses or zombies to take care of the harsh labor of attacking the barrier physically.

The puppets using blades would have the blade in question turn into broken pieces of them. And the returning force from their own attacks at the barrier would break apart several hundreds of puppets’ limbs every attack that was made, but from which anyone managing puppets had about 2 to 5 of them in total.

Those puppets that had hammers, maces, and sticks or staffs were even worse at least both their arms would break off, but their torso, head, and lower waist would become temporarily useless, rendering the attacks to the barrier much less in number and speed.

For the corpses or zombies, their attacks were either heavy or slow, but they carried enormous power of their own, a level that ranged from 2,000 kg of strength to even 2,500 kg of strength! Such a thing was even more fearful when considering that said corpses or zombies have astounding defense, ignore all pain, and have heavy or impairing attacks on the enemy.

When it came to another person of the same cultivation base and without using their Power Energy to protect themselves, said corpses or zombies would destroy some organs and many bones and rupture flesh with just one slow palm from their arms to the other’s back or torso.

On the other hand, at these moments when the slow ‘puppets’ of the believers attacked, each time such an attack was made, the limb they used to attack would crack open a little more. Their arms, legs, heads, and even torsos were being cracked upon little by little but surely.

For every 2 puppets who have broken off their limbs from different ‘waves’ of puppets that came after the previous ones were fully destroyed, or mostly, and had to be sent back to the nearby believers with lots of spare parts to immediately have those puppets back into action; said zombie or corpse would become completely spider-webbed over their limbs.

But unlike puppets, these ones also didn’t have the legendary regeneration to heal themselves back up. And obviously, the healing pills or other medicine wouldn’t work on them, so all that was left was to attack, attack and attack the barrier nonstop until it was fully broken.

“Th-BWWGHUAAAAAH!!...”

TRRCCRKKRRR… Trckrr! Trckrr! Trckrr! Trckrr! Trckrr! Trckrr! Trckrr! Trckrr!...

“Incoming!!” - “Flee away! To your positions!!” - “Prepare the hammers!” - “They’re coming, they’re coming really fast, hurry- AAAAAAGKGKK!!”

The barrier suddenly opened wide, but not because of it being broken, even if just a little gap, which would be more than enough for their people on the other side to cross over and perhaps finally see the outposts’ real and authentic images!

However, before they could even notify to their boss, watching from far, far away; they were suddenly met with the sight of said apertures having several long and wide armored cars come directly out from them!

For those that were immediately nearby the openings, they weren’t given any time to react, the several armored cars that came out from those openings moved left and right from the other side, left and right. Dozens of believers were plainly rolled over and stomped into paste against the solid ground as soon as even just a few seconds went by.

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Fwoosh, whoosh whoosh fwoooshaa~.

But while some believers got caught in the middle of the outburst of armored cars from the openings from lacking reaction and others didn’t even have the means to save themselves, the rest of the alive and kicking believers utilized their puppets or corpses and zombies to impulse, drag in the air or used them as a mount to hurry the fuck away from the scary armored cars.

Some puppets had long ropes coming off from their bodies, be it their torso, hands, palms, fingertips, soles, and even from the head. Some grabbed onto the trees nearby and saved their owner. While others glided through the ground and dirt as they held themselves tight to a rock or an opened piece of land in the middle of nowhere.

Trckrr…trckrr, trckrr, trckrr, trckrr.

But the armored cars didn’t just brainlessly charge out from the other side only to stop at this very moment and attack the believers around. While there was indeed a set of attacks coming from each armored car as the pair of holes at each side of them threw dangerous tools of all kinds, some even throwing Crimson Quick Rollers and killing dozens in just a few seconds with just 1 of such not being blocked by the enemy believers or with some sacrificing themselves to stop it before it could propagate further into their fellow believers like a plague.

Moving through the grass, avoiding large boulders and trees nearby that although the latter would be easy to go through, to leave more and more obstacles from projectiles and charging enemy believers was many times better than simply destroying them just because they could.

But the firstly incoming armored cars did take a lot of immediate responses from the believers. Many superficial scars and marks of blades and blunt weapons began decorating those steel-painted armored cars left and right, as a large area was enclosed by them and the believers were unaware of the armored cars’ doing and kept on fighting with panic to survive!

Hundreds of armored cars took over a large portion of the battlefield right in front of the barrier whereas more armored cars were coming out from the other side of it and beginning to take place right in front of the enclosed line of armored cars, massacring the believers from whose the believers outside of such trap were doing their best to save their fellow believers!

Whiiiiistle~, piu piu piu.

Several projectiles came from the enemy believers’ side outside the enclosure, aiming for those still massacring their fellow believers but also while being pushed back by the newly coming out armored cars, which were forming a sort of line where they would move all together with the same speed and at the same distance between each other forward.

The more armored cars came out, the more got into formation with the rest of the others and, together, they didn’t go full speed ahead and instead maintained a similar pace and spacing between each other, moving forward and attacking the retreating enemy together.

While the armored cars were ‘slowly’ moving forward, the enemy believers were forced to run back time and time again with the colossal momentum of the armored cars. But it didn’t last long as, for whatever reason, the armored cars suddenly no longer moved forwards but actually moved on to form a line of defense with their bodies!

Leaving not a single empty spot where any enemy believer could breakthrough with just their bodies, where they could do an all out tactic of running straight towards it while another group attacked heavily and intensely the rest of the armored cars to cover those running towards them.

Their blockades spanned hundreds of meters long, with each having a dozen or so, but while there was no line of defense that was as large as the whole battlefield, with the blockades even having up to a thousand and a few hundreds of meters of space in-between each other and such gigantic space being more than enough to cross without being easily attacked by the armored cars but still with suffering losses when trying to cross over the joint blockade farther behind the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect’s ranks.

However, what they weren’t capable of noticing right away, nor even minutes later was that despite their forces which numbered about 130,000+ at the beginning of the battle, their numbers were already dwindling enough when just crossing over each blockade.

A platoon would end up having their hundred men or so reduced to a team, leaving the believers spectacularly startled at the realization before they were hit by more and more tools all around. And that was only coming from the simple crossing through the blockades!

Meanwhile, it was also the fact that for every farther they went within the sect disciples’ ranks, the more they were surrounded from all sides by blockades and blockades, seemingly acting as solid, immobile lines of defense but that were, in fact, baiting and juicy easy targets for the enemy believers be attracted of ‘surrounding’ and then destroying.

“NOW!” From a group of 1,000 enemy believers, a man who seemed to be their leader commanded loudly. Immediately, there were a dozen enemy believers arriving before one of the armored cars’ left flank. The armored car remained unmoving and kept on attacking and killing as many enemy believers as possible, leaving not a single enemy believer they saw go without them being targeted.

On the other hand, this protected dozen of enemy believers was already discovered, but the corpses and zombies protecting them were just too much. But despite being so heavily protected, there were still 5 casualties from their dozen who were carrying over a large tree’s log-like large object up in the air, killed with the best means that the disciples in the armored cars could employ.

But the enemy believers, most of them, still managed to get their opportunity…to smash those logs against the sides of the armored cars!

PLWAAANGK! Whoosh whoosh, crssss~.

The large log-like object seemed to be made out of a thin layer of metal on the outside while on the inside, it was all simply rotten, eerie wood from a tree of who knows where that has gone through who knows what. And when it hit the armored car it had its ‘eyes’ . The hit wasn’t anything worthwhile, being only let go of as it slammed against an armored car.

However, when it did, the point of impact between the log and the armored car would blast off with some black smoke. The armored car would somewhat jump a little and stumble about on its position for a little bit, ending up with a slight indentation. But those inside would spit saliva as if their torsos were hit, and their bones would hurt for several minutes. Extremely painful for a moment, then very painfully resisting it until it slowly calmed down and went away.

“Here, please send some bombardment, don’t let those fucking things get close to us!” With such experience and yet seeing several dozens of enemy believers coming their way, several disciples began requesting the Phrenic realm to Spiritual Ligament realm’s support in order to not suffer anymore from such creepy attacks and cunning methods from the Moribund Yearning Cult.

Indeed, just as the superiors mentioned, ‘expect anything that can threaten your life or you’ll let them easily kill you!’. The people within the armored cars could only hope there would be enough time for them to meet a large bombardment from missiles of the lower cultivation base disciples and subordinate cultivators.

Naturally, there were not enough numbers of those, which forced some of the armored cars to be evacuated and for the disciples within it to engage in risky and dangerous direct combat. The puppets that were still mostly fine made quick work of those disciples, cutting them into tenderized sausages if not killing them, forcing some of the disciples to hide behind the armored cars to give medical aid to their fellow disciples if possible - but mostly ended up dying anyway.

Whenever there was going to be a bombardment, because of procedures and from seeing the current development of the battlefield for those battalion regiments, companies, and echelon leaders, the disciples were surrounded by the greatest enemy of flesh, bones, and organs - puppets, would be notified of an incoming bombardment to their position.

Following this was the heavily surrounded, endangered and even dying disciples would go back into their armored cars - with some forced to resist another brunt from those log tools a total of a couple of times before the bombardment finally came and eased them up for a few minutes… Before they would have to repeat it all over again!

There were always groups of a dozen enemy believers waiting for any of the disciples to get back into their armored cars, from which they would then rush as crazily and madly as possible towards said armored cars and send down their log-like tool to ‘punish’ those foolish disciples!

But every time that happened, without a bombardment occurring, at least half a dozen of those enemy believers would be taken down as they ran back to pick up another goddamn forsaken tool. And when a bombardment did occur, the entire blockade would go back to their armored cars in order to avoid the ever so stunning and soul-breaking result of friendly fire for their fellow disciples; hundreds of enemy believers would die, with those groups of a dozen being vanquished; several of them.

However, the few minutes’ worth of time as a break was enough for the disciples to recuperate themselves, not even needing to use a medicine pill or cultivate their Power Energy in order to recuperate ‘naturally’ faster. Simply breathing in, out, relaxing, and calming down as they took the medicinal pills from their felled fellow disciples and put them inside the armored car.

After all, whenever there were no longer any sect disciples within them, it would get locked whereas only someone with an Identification Token that was both: tweaked by their well reputed Commander Ciemnosc and allowed the use of the specific armored car could enter it. It was the same even with someone inside, but it wouldn’t be fully locked then from even its 2 holes on each side of the armored car.

After the bombardment, not a single trace of damage from such could be visible on the armored cars’ bodies. Only the indentation from the log tools was the only thing that remained there…reminding them that this battle was already so brutal - and that was from the enemy that had the worst fighting capabilities… Against Commander Ciemnosc’s army!

And that, this, it was all just battlefield out of 3 from one of the 3 outposts…

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