Lethal Jealousy (3)

"Urgh..." A larger portion of the Moribund Yearning Cult's believers at outpost 1's eastern side had still not even begun fighting when they were already close to the armored cars father away from the defensive barrier. They were moving ahead with orders of rushing in in order to rescue those still trapped fellow believers that hadn't come out yet. But as they advanced, they could only despair…

“!!”

When they came closer and closer to the place where the other believers were trapped, and their non-trapped fellow believers should’ve been giving the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect a goddamn swipe even after being bombarded - they were met instead with the sight of not a believer, brown robed person, alive nor walking anywhere where they put their eyesight on and only grass was being trampled on as hundreds of armored cars moved towards their general direction.

Trckrr…trckrr, trckrr, trckrr, trckrr , trckrr, trckrr trckrr trckrr…

They moved onwards in order to rescue their trapped fellow believers from the disgusting, disastrous trap of the strongest sect. But they were just met instead with the indirect knowledge of all the couple tens of thousands of them have already been utterly…butchered! And those holding the knives trickling with blood uncaringly were now coming over towards themselves!

But then, those armored cars stopped, and similar to before, they formed incomplete lines after lines of defense, small blockades that were much more looking like a nice, left alone piece of juicy meat that nobody else was grabbing and from which not taking it for oneself seemed like a bad thing to do.

Seeing the armored cars stopped, those in charge of their own groups of believers, who were naturally also affected by the silent intake of knowledge from a large number of their own being rotundly butchered off - went ablaze and after sending someone to the back to inform, they roared and pointed onwards with their hands, fingers, weapons or tools!

“ONWARDS!” - “See that? They’re scared! Not daring to come farther away from their defensive little barrier, go get those bastards!” - “Kill them all, leave none alive, for our cult!” - “For our cult!!” - “Onwaaards!!” - “RWAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!”

Step step step step step step step step step step step step step step step…!

All at once, the still about 100,000 believers, majorly those in front, made a sudden charge forwards with even 4-5 people already carrying one of those log tools and having an already drafted plan to hammer it down to a certain armored car of their choosing.

In retrospect, those who still had puppets and corpses or puppets around were cleaning anything on their way, protecting some groups but mostly beginning to surround the blockades who would soon start having tons and tons of little ants coming out from their armored ‘colony’.

Bwaaaaghk! Bwaaaghk! Bwaaghk! Bwaaghk! Clan tang- ta- pa pang pang clang clang~.

Hard strikes of heavy, large objects hitting against metal were heard over and over again around the eastern side of outpost 1. Even as the first wave of enraged believers came only to be decimated thanks to another conjoint bombardment from the lower cultivation base disciples and subordinate cultivators, even then, the enemy believers didn’t stop and still charged over to annihilate their fellow disciples!

There was no mercy in a war, and despite the enemy believers dying over several subsequent bombardments of the sect, they were still many and quite bravely charging over to send one after another hammer to those armored cars - which seemed that the disciples within it didn’t want to come out, as there were many bombardments going on, hence they had an even greater ‘lust’ for smacking those armored cars over and over again.

… It wasn’t the same strategy on all fronts because in outpost 2, unlike in outpost 1 where a stalemate was finally achieved over just a few minutes and several kilometers away in front of the defensive barrier, outpost 2 was a more selective Self-Mutilating Honores Sect disciples trying to kill off the enemy sect disciples of both the Preferential Light Justice Sect at the eastern side and the Eagerburning Flames Sect at the southern and northern sides!

Fwoooooooooshh~! Fwoooooosh~! Crackle crackle crackle~. Poom, boom boom, pom poom.

Within the rear of the battlefield behind the barrier, even up to 2 kilometers away from the barrier on the side of the central outpost itself, Shidar was standing on top of her armored car behind the brand new installed cannon that was already ‘vigilantly’ aiming at the kinda large battlefield up front.

“Damn it,” wrinkling her eyebrows, she couldn’t help but draw 2 long and sharp breaths of air that were actually warm instead of cold, despite the manner in which she breathed in and despite the cooling temperature nowadays.

“The eastern corps must be more assertive!” Shidar commented viciously and seemingly decided a harsh decision. It only took her, however, a couple of seconds before she decided to go with it and used her Identification Token to speak with the corps leader at the eastern battlefield. “Move your troops onwards! Cut through the empty space, make way for the rest of the army!!”

Bzzz, bzzz.

“...Commander, if I do that, we’ll let our rear open to the Eagerburning Flames Sect disciples!” A distressed, male voice sounded from her Identification Token, something that shouldn’t have happened if it was any Identification Token, even those from the grand elder, grand ancestor, and the sect master, let alone elders and acting elders.

“I wasn’t giving advice, corps leader.” Shidar severely spoke to the eastern corps leader, with Li Saer still watching with an extreme focus on the battlefield, seemingly wanting to catch any big fish the moment they moved into the fray. Shidar continued to order the eastern corps leader through her Identification Token, “If they move towards you, there will be brothers and sisters of the other 2 corps to have you back, you are allowed to spend everything to form a defensive line perimeter against the Preferential Light Justice Sect disciples, turn around and begin making a charge against the other flamy enemy sect disciples then and then join altogether the entire army to execute the rest, you hear me?!”

“...Yes, commander, I will do it!” The eastern corps leader spoke to Shidar after 2 seconds where his breath, sharply and raggedly breathing in could be heard making more than 5 successive in and outs breaths in quick succession. And following him were the other 2 corps leaders from the south and north, who became tighter close to each other’s battlefield.

“There’s no need to worry about the southern side of the northern outpost, if we leave a gap wide enough for the relief forces when they come towards us, they will be able to directly aid them, not us!” Shidar added, needing to boost up not just her corps leaders but also her whole troops. Her words were now being transmitted to them.

“If we can take care of our own enemy, with all of them being the bane of our powerful armored vehicles, wouldn’t that make the Commander feel our prowess and praise us when we return triumphantly?!” At first, once her words were over, there was an uncomfortable silence, but as 3 seconds went by, even amidst the battle; the first round of cries began emanating from the soldiers’ beating hearts - to the well-welcoming surprise of the corps pleaders, division leaders, bridge leaders, regiment leaders, and battalion regiment leaders!

“Then let’s- l-le- let’s make our Commander proud of us…” - “For the sect…” There was a silent attempt of a cry just then, but even without needing to wait for there to be an unconvinced crowd’s silence, the same voice’s owner shook his head and then lifted it while raising his right long pike and keeping his door shield down infused with his Power Energy to defend against the tongues of flames trying to burn him and those behind him into charred meat, hair, and clothes.

“For the Little Lake, for the 3 outposts, for our stronghold, for our conquest of the waters, and for the Commander!”

“For the Commander!” - “For the Commander!” - “For the Commander!!” - “For the Commander!!!...”

“...” - “...” Shidar and Li Saer looked at each other’s faces, the love in their eyes there but now having an equally amazed surprise within them. Li Saer even seemed to be telling her with his eyes ‘look at what you’ve done’, while she equally, silently answered with a ‘aren’t you glad, doofus?’ before smiling and looking back at the battlefield, their smiles becoming serious, stern and strict faces…while holding each other’s right and left hand respectively.

Step! Step! Step! Step!

“Hooo! Huaa! Hooh!” - “Hooh!” - “HAAH!” - “Gruwh!” - “Grraah!” - “GAAH!”

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In a slow but unstoppable fashion, the eastern corps of the sect began moving further into the rank of the enemy sect disciples, who in return tried to stop those armored cars by shooting icy rays from their tools while also slowly retreating, but a tad bit slower than the sect disciples. Yet, that alone seemed to put such a heavy force in their hearts, as the— mostly female —beauties in front of the sect could see that their beauty no longer had such a passive but efficient effect on these sect disciples. Causing them to become a bit panicky and retreat more than necessary, almost causing an actual retreat and not an ordered one; temporarily.

Armored cars seemed to ignore whatever ice-sticky tool’s attack was made against them, be it at the holes which the Preferential Light Justice Sect had been preparing over the past 2 months, resulting to be worthless against these…improved armored cars of the sect!

Only after 2 tens of such attacks hit the armored cars on their wheels would the wheels in question become frozen…but slightly, and for less than a couple tens of seconds, before breaking that ice off and advancing without problems.

Whenever that happened, the armored cars right behind it, even though not in a straight line and close together at all, would still patiently wait upon the leading armored car to take the lead after those ten seconds, not going over to protect them from further icy-sticky attacks from other tools or bombardment from all the way to the back of the enemy sect disciples.

And for those other Phrenic realm cultivators fearlessly moving to the front along those armored cars, some not even hiding, where holding on the lead, the head of their marching troops from falling or slowing down, also not waiting for the armored cars who were taking the most of the bombardment and sticky-tool attacks from the enemy disciples.

As a matter of fact, after several minutes of going like this, those on foot were already reaching close to overtaking the armored cars’ farthest ahead formation by a couple of meters, while the one furthest to the back by even tens and tens of meters.

Yet, the lower cultivation realm disciples and subordinate cultivators still advanced fearlessly, their fear was indeed existent, but…their feet still moved onwards with the strength they would always think they didn’t have anymore after every few steps and of their feet sensing the cold from within their shoes, a result from the endless bombardment of icy attacks.

Despite extremely long lateral barriers or walls, of flames at their farthest right and left flank, there were remaining layers of ice that didn’t or couldn’t melt, even as the walls of flames continued on advancing little by little behind their corps and seemed to be making their fellow disciples and subordinate cultivators on the southern and northern side of their outpost 2.

But those walls of flames were also moving…somewhat closer and closer to themselves the more they advanced to the eastern corps’ rear…

“Forward, at my command!” - “At my commaaaand!” - “Hear me, ready!” - “Prepare!!” - “Upon my words!...” Suddenly, the lower realm cultivators no longer mindlessly marched forwards under the ‘saints’ heavy bombardment. Their heads were lifted to see no nearby armored car in-between their left and right, only themselves and more lower cultivation base fellow troopers.

“CHAAARGE!” - “Charge, charge, charge!” - “Now! Charge at them, form a line, form a line!!”

“RWOAAAAAAAAARRHH!” - “GRWUAAAAAAAAH!!”

STEP STEP STEP STEP STEP STEP… Swiish- tiling~ wheeeeeeesh~... STEP STEP STEP STEP… STEP STEP STEP- CRAAAAAAASH.

All of a sudden, a cry rang out from their highest superiors, their medallion at their collars sent to every single soldier the sound of the attack coming into effect; their direct superiors on each team, squad, section, platoon, and so on and henceforth yelling at the top of their lungs and some dragged on as they gave commands in-between those yells but that was still audible and discernible.

Those cries suddenly made all of the corps’s troops wake up; wake up. Their blood started burning, boiling. Their heads feel the rush of blood, adrenaline, and flowing Power Energy! Intrinsically!

Charging over the dainty, lithe, and particularly immense beauties without an ounce of mercy…in the female troops’ hearts but with some pity in the male troops of the sect and subordinate cultivators; the sect and its subordinate attacked with a raged pace against their enemies!

But the Preferential Light Justice Sect didn’t just let that happen. They pretty much had already prepared to form a barrier to protect themselves from their charge. In under 5 seconds, as they all raise their arms, some with weapons, some with tools, and some wearing equipmenT, they formed a 3-way wall of ice that surrounded the incoming charging enemy with it!

An ice wall that was at least 7 meters tall, and as wide as the enemy sect disciples wanted it to be as it spanned the entire frontlines of the enemy disciples as they formed a square surrounding formation upon the sect disciples charging at them and the incoming armored cars - appeared. But the charging sect disciples still didn’t even doubt each other as they continued their charge without any further contemplation!

Looking at them, instead of fear, disdain, and schadenfreude appeared in the faces of the beauties and handsome ones from the enemy disciples’ ranks. But when the very first hundreds, then thousands - of disciples crashed against the ice walls, despite their blood exploding along with the flesh and some with their whole arms and thighs being ripped open, they continued on charging until the ice all fell even if it was upon them and inflicted them with severe injuries!

“Fall back! Charge! Fall back…charge! FALL BACK! CHARGE!” For every wall, a few leading figures were strenuously shouting among all the tremendous deafening sounds of sect disciples charging, crashing against ice but ignoring it for a while and then either returning to the back to be treated or forced backwards by other fellow troopers.

Their growing emotions naturally affected the charging troops of the sect, as they watched blood rain and explode about, some having to go through it and continue the charge before being done the same by the remaining shards from the ice walls and some lucky enough to only watch others be done over by such, their blood exploding and some of them even dying…

“!!!!” However, the at ease and composed enemy sect disciples were incapable of keeping themselves from entering into an arduous state of panic! Their eyes, as beautiful as they were, became intensely fearful as they watched strong, sweaty by the pain and bloodied bodies of the ferocious looking male and female troops of the sect working together…to kill them!

“Pre-pr- prepare an- aaah! KAAAAYYGH!!-” While there was shock, fear, and panic from the unexpected results of their always feared ice wall being bested over so simply and casually by the sect disciples as they did as much as to ‘just’ continued ‘walking’ over to them, the enemy sect disciples still had chosen leaders of their groups trying to keep everything in order.

PHHSHK- crreeshhk crreeshhk~.

But one of the beauties, who were for the first time experiencing something that hadn’t happened over hundreds of years was attacked by an ‘inferior living being’ at merely the Link Consolidation realm, which she just wanted to swat away with her long staff. Yet, the ‘inferior’ sect disciple crouched and the other 2 people at the Phrenic realm 10th stage stopped that sweep of the staff by the Spirit Gathering realm 7th stage enemy disciple.

What followed next was the incredulous female enemy disciple feeling her neck being invaded from the front of her neck to her stomach and even down until the other end of the double-bladed spear appeared from within her rack where her anus was - having crushed all her guts and ribs in the process - she could only scream for a second and a half, before the rest of her body was broken over by the ‘inferior’ cultivator of the sect who used his entire 2,000 kg of strength in his arms to rip in half the body of one of the leaders from the enemy’s army.

Her insides flew about, especially to those at the back, who were waiting for their leader to defend herself and kill off anyone who dared come close to her! But as their big, beautiful, or cute eyes watched, after 2 seconds of that scream being heard, they suddenly saw shit, mangled organs, and broken bones of all kinds flying about as the ‘inferior’ cultivator drew back his double-edged spear.

The sect disciple took a pose with his back lowered and tired to the left, his legs bending and his double-edged spear on his back with his right arm thrown back, this image - alone - broke the minds of many enemy disciples watching on and holding their weapons or tools with their Power Energy shakily flowing into them.

“RAAAAAAARRGHH!” The ‘inferior’ disciple shouted before charging, his body disappearing into the enemy ranks, killing, cutting, maiming, and crippling endless female beauties and male pretty boys. His body became riddled with more and more injuries, wounds, and bleeding ‘spots’ from which his body began turning wholly red…

Slowly, the enraged ‘inferior’ being collapsed, his dying body with his stomach against the ground, bloodied and grassless as he still swung his double-edged around and made deep and superficial cuts to all shins, calves, and heels.

It wasn’t until his body was obstructed from sight by the nearby sect disciples and leading figures that the movements around that certain spot began to slow down, and the already elevated hearts of the troops and their leaders…regurgitated with endless emotions!

“UWAAAAAH!!” - “Grrwaaaaaaaarrgghhhh!” - “Hold the line, hold the line, but we have enough time! Go ahead and fucking put them to death until reinforces come, KIIILL!”

In the end, and with Shidar’s silent acknowledgment as she also became silent watching these events happen, the leader of the several units in the sect moved forwards with their defensive lines already having been formed but now advancing forwards evermore. Their troops fearlessly moved forwards, ignoring the cold, ignoring the hoarfrost, and their pain and emotions of weakness - they kept on going forwards as the motors from armored cars began sounding at their back, but they still wanted to kill more!

They all simply… thought, ‘if he can do it, why can’t we?!!’... And with their simple hearts set ablaze, the burning heat inside their hearts evaporated all sorts of negativity, leaving only killing, vengeance, and hatred within their bodies, channeling their Power Energy flow to the utmost!

“Enough!!” Coming to them as clearance but with their emotions still all riled up, Shidar’s voice, their commander, made all of the sect’s troops stop at once, like an already prepared parade of a dance. Afterwards, her words came into their brains and gave them a reason as they also heard the ‘trckrr’ sounds already beside them, the armored cars preparing an actual immobile defensive line; ‘the’ new frontline in front of the human frontlines - a real blockade.

“Flammy enemies are nearing your rear already. Even if you still want to kill, don’t just give it to one of them and share it with the rest of the enemies! To your positions at the rear!! Let the cavalry take care of these putrid ‘saints’!” Shidar’s words, as venomous and passionate as her voice had become, kept the intense sensations within her troops at bay… And so, they listened, orderly retreating and letting their fellow strongest disciples hold this line; wishing them well as most of them retreated with their backs still not being given to these so-called ‘saints’; indeed.

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