Where The Cannon And The Armored Car Was

It wasn't just subordinate cultivators who died from the sect's side. There were many hundreds who also perished cruelly to this 'tactic', from each flank and rear on both extremes of the large battlefield, north and south. Quite some thousands died from this one single act of many Conflagrate realm cultivators basically ganging up on a bunch of much weaker cultivators from major organizations...how...how and fucking why?!

As there was melted down ‘people’ right at their feet as well, the much less than even 200,000 troops from outpost 2 all could see the remaining remembrances of their felled comrades but also feel them at the same time.

Despite it being disgusting and most of them not understanding what transpired for such things to…just happen. As they watched around them and were wondering why only some of them ended up dying while all of the Preferential Light Justice Sect and virtually all of the Eagerburning Flames Sect were exterminated.

But their answer was pretty obvious and even easier to get. They just had to look up.

Crackle crackle… sssssiii~...

“!!” - “!” - “...! …! …!” - “N-no, no way…” - “Wuu, uncle Farsix…wuu.”

Looking up, anyone would be able to look at the brightly lit semi-humanoid figure in the air under the still early morning dark sky without any signs of the sun being close to showing up any time soon.

A figure, which was not capable of moving his eyeballs nor mouth to talk or just make a single guttural sound anymore, because he was done dead, was hovering in the air with his arms held to the sides facing the northern and southern battlefield sides from the outposts. His right knee lifted over his abdomen towards the lower left side of it, and his left leg threw a bit backwards as his limbs - they all seemed to be pushing out with force towards…anything.

And that anything was, of course, the flames that would’ve been the thing that did all or at least most of those disciples under on the ground become melted remains were pushed out. In the course of his actions, this uncle Farsix, naturally, died.

It was without a doubt that this one of the few acting elders of the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect had become the sacrifice that they needed the most. As such, even the most neutral and indifferent, or haughty disciples of the sect shed a tear or two for him as they watched his completely still and charred body still hovering in the air with his limbs uncomfortably, awkwardly extended out like that.

“...You can grieve after this is over… Right now, the stronghold forces are chasing the routed enemies right behind us, the southern outpost has begun moving from their battlefield and stations to intercept them from the right flank. The northern outpost still needs some time. Even if you’re tired and feel weak from this battle - we are no longer…’busy’. So we can hurry back into another battlefield…and avenge him, to avenge them all! Let’s lead them straight to the northern outposts’ forces!!”

Shidar’s voice came at this moment, their medallions glittering a bit before becoming dim once again. And even with the first line of defense still up and almost intact, they could see that their commander had already made her way towards the new battlefield - how could they understand what was she and going through after all these results?

Crrra-cck, drrssss, step… ste- step step, step step step step…

Some were kneeling, some were stuck in place, and some were just lying on the ground and looking at the dark sky, occasionally not being able to resist and giving uncle Farsix another glance.

The first ones to begin their movement, which their hearts and minds called on to almost instinctively, but mostly thanks to their discipline had them stand up even as they wagged and almost stumbled down every 2 seconds as they started attempting to walk forwards.

Then followed those who lay on the ground, and with their bodies having seemingly recomposed better both their mind, body, and Power Energy flow by having done just that, they had a much more vigorous movement as they also began walking towards outpost 2 - to the next battlefield.

Next, were those who were stuck in place, dumbstruck and seemingly dumbfounded all the same. As their legs moved on their own, though they seemed to tell themselves that they didn’t have to go on anymore, when seeing the melted remains and not being able to even see their ‘gone’ faces nor close their eyes as a last act of respect; they could only shut their minds down and keep on walking forth… Onwards to just one more battlefield to fight in.

But they were also seemingly the most affected ones, and as they fell, some were timely rescued by the nearby troops who were either kneeling or lying down just now. While those who fell were helped by those 2 types of troopers all the same, even helping them up as they couldn’t temporarily walk on their own - but that they would then surely beagle to even kill when they arrived at the next fight!!

Trckrr…trckrr…trckrr trckrr trckrr trckrr trckrr trckrr…

Armored cars began approaching them, without asking, without saying a word, and simply by opening their closed entrances, they went into the armored cars that then zoomed into the distance once they got enough passengers to bring to the next.

Not only armored cars of their own but also those who came and aided in the massacre of the Preferential Light Justice Sect members, also making sure they weren’t able to escape, not a single one of them. Even then, there was an armored car that brought the unconscious few bosses from the Eagerburning Flames Sect members and drove straight into the battlefield as well.

And so, like a pilgrimage or the returning of adventurers from an odyssey, the most breathtaking of images from the scene of these troops all afflicted but still going for more developed…under the dark.

***

Since the battle, and in a distance equal to the time spent, 15 minutes away from the stronghold.

Trckrr…

“Here we are…” Ciemnosc said as he got out of his car after parking it just a little over near a huge tree that appeared just ordinary and innocent. Following him out of the armored car was Mosto who was in no way going to let him stay away from him when going out of the stronghold.

“...Well, it seems a bit lonely, don’t you think?” With a low, almost quiet-like tone, Ciemnosc’s voice was a bit delicate, purposely made so. He spoke to Mosto but also did so while looking at the front of where they were both standings, where only bushes were basically visible, and nothing else was there.

“...” Mosto said nothing, simply looking around without any sense of being on guard. But while Mosto was distracted, a disturbance in the air occurred almost without any sound just 7 meters away from them, at the front. And from it, a female voice sounded while a male one followed after. “Well, it is expected of ‘Commander’ Ciemnosc, able to feel something was wrong in the middle of nowhere, ehe.”

“Mn, it’s a pity that we didn’t get to shoot you with a thing that your own people made for others, now…being used against you! Ah, haha.” As soon as Jelin finished speaking, as if desperate for being the one to talk and ‘do it better’, Joah spoke out as they both went out of the concealment array, and Mosto’s eyes shrunk while his shoulders tensed and his neck jolted backwards!

“Oh, Mosty, don’t be like that, why don’t you leave and let us handle the situation? It is after all, from the orders of someone that is…” Jenlin spoke again, her black long hair’s left female layer of hair covering almost her entire face this time as she looked down, tilting her head to the right and giving Ciemnosc and Mosto a most exciting, tantalizing image of her.

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“Gruffh…” But Mosto, instead of hearing any of her shit, gruntled and snorted from his nostrils like a beast being provoked, for worse. In response, Jenlin no longer played and mimicked a female’s womanly charm knowing best how to use it, looking at Mosto with seriousness and strict awareness instead.

“Hmf,” on the other hand, Joah smirked quite from the right corner of his mouth downwards and faced Ciemnosc once more with his right palm holding up his Identification Token. “Do you know what this is? You little Ciemnosc?”

“Hmph.” With a quick snort, Ciemnosc tilted his body a little by lifting his left leg as if he was trying to stumble himself down. While Joah frowned and Jenlin looked at Mosto in the same manner from before, Ciemnosc’s left hand quickly flashed his own Identification Token. And with a swift ‘pressing of a button’ with his Spirit Sense, there was nothing that changed around their surroundings…

Yet, Joah’s back was sweating intensely as he looked with terrified eyes at the cannons from Ciemnosc’s commanding vehicle. Yet they didn’t even turn around a bit.

“...gulp.” Slowly calming down, Joah then returned his eyes to Ciemnosc, who no longer held his Identification Token with him, and without letting any more time pass by, he spoke with a cheeky grin on his gentlemanly self; gentlemanly appearance. “Don’t worry, we will deal with you accordingly, you just have to speak about how to do a couple of things you’ve been inventing, heh heh.”

Then, he looked at Mosto, and as if all previous embarrassing moments he went through because of the towering bulky teenager were sins that commend heavenly punishment, Joah so fiercely said with his teeth gritting and spit coming out his mouth uncontrollably!

“You will die first, you stupid foul monkey!!”

Click…click, click…click click click click click click click…

“...huh?” Joah was just mildly confused a second after yelling and his face’s viciousness showing his true-non-facade nature. At the same time, right after Joah spoke his words, a clicking sound went off right behind them. Where Mosto wasn’t able to see, but Ciemnosc didn’t even need to use his Spirit Sense to see the silhouette of an armored car with a cannon on top.

Then, 2 clicking sounds went out, this time with Joah’s nervously shaking hands. He became confused as the thing didn’t seem to work.

Pressing the button over and over again, as he wasn’t able to form a Spirit Sense even at this stage in his cultivation based on his Identification Token. He looked down at the thing as if doing so would make things change under Ciemnosc’s playful but still indifferent eyes, and with Mosto slowly turning his head to face the one making an idiot out of himself. Jenlin, on the other hand, began sweating and taking a few side glances at her partner.

“N-no, no, no! It doesn’t work!” Joah looked at Jenlin with a sweating face, wholly opened eyes, and with the wobbly face of his skin slapping about a tiny wee bit. “It doesn’t work! …It doesn’t work?”

“...It seems that plan b, then,” after seeing enough of the gentlemanly idiot, Jenlin said and returned her face to look at Mosto while taking 2 katanas fashionably with her hands taking a reverse grip stance as her forearms crossed each other and her fists grabbing was right under her armpits but her right waist made a tiny sound of space disrupture to only Ciemnosc’s ears.

Her hands suddenly had a pair of half-silvery and half-black katanas appearing in her hands in a normal grip. Twisting her hands as she unwrapped her arms in front of her chest, she held both katanas at each side of her ribs, ready to fight!

On the other hand, with his previously cold sweat turned lukewarm, Joah took out a pair of fuma shurikens, both of his hands holding onto them neatly and expertly, as he was clearly a master for dual wielding such.

“Mn, come!!” Joah’s voice tremblingly said, facing Mosto even as he and Jenlin were both at the 10th stage of the Spirit Gathering realm, the same as Mosto, he was also trembling from his knees just a little bit; just a little bit though.

“It’s alright, Mosto, go and play, I can deal with the rest,” Ciemnosc said without feeling any bit troubled, but his words made both those in front of him weirdly look at him, then looked back at Mosto as he did something very simply; yet boundlessly terrifying. “HURGFHHF!”

Step- STOMP STOMP WHOOOSH~~.

Right after shaking his head without a care for his jaw, snorting so ferociously, especially as he looked at Joah, Mosto stepped ordinarily on the ground, but next was his left foot stomping against the ground - followed by his right foot and then his whole body disappeared in a blur in the pair’s eyes as he came towards them!

Only being able to react as if in slow motion, a katana and a fuma shuriken were lifted to their left and right respectively suddenly meeting a totally unstoppable force against them whereas Jenlin’s body was flung directly away into the sky by a left palm slapping-pushing her left shoulder!

“Uah! Aah- awaaah!” On the other hand, Joah found himself with his fuma shuriken with one of its blades against Mosto’s right shoulder, only noticing that his right arm was caught by the ‘foul monkey’, screaming to his terrified state without a fucking way to help it!!

WHOOOSH.

But gritting his teeth, and noticing a clear pain and soreness from his right shoulder already, the clever Mosto threw Joah in the same direction as Jenlin from before, who had still not recuperated after crashing and bouncing off trees up in the air left and right, even up and down a little bit here and there as well.

Pak! Pak! Pak! Pak! Pak!

On the other hand, Joah’s body, which was sent away by his right arm tightly grabbing at it and then using his whole 3,000 kg arm strength to shove him into the air - went through the trees themselves, helpless to stop his back and front body from penetrating tree after tree while ‘flying’ through the air before the Conflagrate realm.

“Mosto,” right as Ciemnosc saw him about to leave, he called out to Mosto, and the latter suddenly stopped when he was just bending his knees to jump away. Ciemnosc added with a neutral tone but in a low volume as well, “Be careful, those are Mortal grade. They are just hiding it, don’t let it take you by surprise. I’ve already disabled the communication upgrade on their Identification Token.”

STOMP. Whoosh…

“...” Mosto halted, his eyes looking back with a bit more terror, comprehension, apprehension, and brutal respect in his eyes enhancing a bit more, before nodding and then departing from the scene and leaving Ciemnosc ‘alone’.

“...” Ciemnosc then remained on the spot he has been standing on ever since he came out of his armored car and walked a bit forth with Mosto at his side. But he was now all alone and with nobody to protect him. There was also the armored car with a cannon on top of it that was not from any one of his commanders but was, confirmed as a matter of fact, made without Ciemnosc’s notice for the ‘opposing’ party.

“Won’t you show up?” Ciemnosc blurted out, his voice cold and trailing to the near distance in front of him.

“AAH~! You’ve found me!” Exclaiming with a slightly high pitched tone, Oscar’s silhouette suddenly appeared from the ground from where actual grass and bushes were covering his body. He had suddenly jumped up from the ground, some dirt smeared on his shirt and arms, which he began cleaning right away.

“You know that even if you smear yourself with your own piss and shit I’ll still be able to detect you?” Ciemnosc looked at Oscar as he stepped out from the natural darkness from up above, his appearance becoming clear once he stepped into the light emitting from Ciemnosc’s commanding vehicle. But Ciemnosc then added, with Oscar lifting his head a little and his eyes to their upper right corners to look at Ciemnosc, “Nobody can hide from me.”

“...Puufh, hahahaha!” Oscar laughed it off, how could he not? He was well over 2 realms than this kid. Who would believe this shit when he told his subordinates in the future? They are already in the millions. He could already imagine how much they’d be laughing their asses off as he tells them of this virgin little kid’s last few words, oh dear!

“Ha… Even though you’ve got quite the Spirit Sense, kiddo,” the teenager spoke to Ciemnosc as if he was not a teenager himself. Ciemnosc wasn’t even expressionless but what was next from it. Oscar suddenly shouted with abrupt seriousness getting into his being and showing off intensely in his facial expressions. “NOW! Put that damn thing down~!!”

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. Tacksha- prrriiubb~~... Kacha---swuaaasshhh~!

“...” Even as 4 figures with hoodies covering their bodies came from above within the trees’ tallest branches, even as they seemed to have each a different part from a certain device with a really high end array inscribed on it, and even as Ciemnosc was just about 1 meters away from his commanding vehicle which was the target of these 4 covered figures…

Ciemnosc was unfazed from the moment they made ostentatious sounds to frighten him and the explosion of electricity along with some pure energy behind him went off; he still just looked at Oscar while those 4 figures went over Oscar to stand on his left in a diagonal line towards himself.

And Ciemnosc had even less of a reaction as 3 more appeared to stand right beside those previous 4 on Oscar’s right. Whereas a total of 7 others came out of their hiding spots to stand on Oscar’s left diagonally. Each of them was at the Spirit Gathering realm 7th stage, while Oscar was at the 8th stage himself.

“Well…” Saying so, Ciemnosc took a look at the clothes that Oscar wore, exactly the same as those that the sect made for him as the commander of this ‘great mission’ from the very beginning. Taking out his jacket and pants of that very same uniform, Ciemnosc revealed a simple white shirt that hid his slightly pale arms and collarbone and comfortable pants on his lower body.

Thud, thud.

Throwing the uniform on the ground, Ciemnosc looked up at Oscar once again, oh~, the latter had a face that was such a conceited, haughty, and cheeky grin!

“I am going to be fed well today…”

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