The Run (2)

"How does he look?" Within the crowd, Ciemnosc practically did a sweep cleaning of standing up bodies wherever he went, in front of himself, for minutes. Grand ancestor Pesela spoke to sect master Yolin. But getting no answer from her, grand ancestor Pesela asked once again while looking at the left profile face of sect master Yolin. "What are you thinking about?"

Her tone wasn't soft, but it was comfortable to hear. Her questions were also simple, so the sect master didn't even think about it for a bit before responding with a dreamy tone. "Even as he is enjoying doing those things, 'making evil', why is his smile so...illuminating? I can't help I-I... feel some sort of joy when I see him smile like this. I can't help myself."

Ending her words with a shake of her head, the sect master realized she talked too much. But she didn’t care and continued on to observe the path of murder and bloodiness that Ciemnosc left behind, wherever he went. It seemed…as if that would only keep on continuing to even after this whole ordeal was over… And as for why she thought like this, as if Ciemnosc was supposed to escape this impossible place, not even she herself knew.

“Hmph!” From behind, grand elder Li Tong harrumphed with her arms crossed in front of her chest. She looked at the back of the sect master’s head and made a ‘eugh’ face, not caring about hiding it from anybody, at all.

In retrospect, grand ancestor Pesela looked back at her. And seeing the former’s eyes look at her serenely, she then nodded at the grand elder before turning to look at the little river of people being made quick work of by just one person. A kid, a cultivator not even in the Spirit Gathering realm, only using swords and some blades for that matter. How pathetic.

“Spirit Gathering realm disciples are moving in, finally.” She commented, and immediately, she felt a jolt from the sect master’s body, who looked on with incredulous eyes. In the sect master’s head, only a certain kind of thought could be true: ‘It should be fine, right? He is supposed…to now be able to contend Spirit Gathering realm 10th stage cultivators…right?’.

Still not sobered up to the idea that she was thinking of Ciemnosc for the better of the latter, the sect master then continued to watch on and on as every other Obsidiafying realm cultivator did. Several dozens of Spirit Gathering realm cultivators, followed by hundreds and hundreds of Phrenic realm cultivators came out from the edges of the arena, their road naturally to intercept Ciemnosc, who was having an easy time butchering his previous fellow disciples.

“Stop right there! Scum!! Traitor!!” The leading Spirit Gathering realm enemy disciple at the 10th stage of the Spirit Gathering realm shouted, standing in front of Ciemnosc, with another 2 taking his left and right as dozens of 9th stage or lower cultivators stood at his back.

“Oh…” Looking around, Ciemnosc indeed realized he was in danger now. There weren’t any more ducklings he could have a really glorious time killing without holding back that necessity of killing them all. Somewhat along the line of ‘because he could’, but also because he could no longer keep the contempt and disgust he had for these kinds of people he had to endure for way too much time in his point of view for several months in the sect!!

Pss, pss, psss~.

“Look out! He- blggasssh-” - “Aaah! They’re flying, flying!! He’s a monster of Spirit Sense!” - “AH! Spirit Sense monster, he’s trying to kill us all!”

Swish swish swish swish, cuh cuh- crreeshhk crreeshhk, phhshk phhshk phhshk, ckrsheerr…

Suddenly, from the back of Ciemnosc where no actual damage nor weapon had been done to it or reached him in the previous half an hour where he spent his time killing the zealous and enthralled enemy disciples, several tubes went flying out into the air in several different angles. Some went fully up almost 20 meters into the sky before falling against those surrounding them. While others slithered in the air towards nearby enemies.

Each of those tubes, though not everyone noticed at first, ‘held’ a top notch sword or blade at its end. And as those things went out in flight within this small space and even smaller with everyone else surrounding Ciemnosc, there was just no time at all for anyone nearby to fend off at ease against these things that came out of nowhere!

Naturally, those top notch quality swords or blades came from the device on Ciemnosc’s back, which had been ‘resting’ all this while, but that it was more because of the fact that Ciemnosc was too engrossed in his own hands taking the lives of many others, all around him, that he ended up not using it. Besides, though they were to be manipulated with his Spirit Sense, as he still could not send his Power Energy into it, it wasn’t going to be tiring for him; hence, he didn’t use this but only because he was that thrilled with the massacre he was causing all around.

And so, those flying blades went out, each one targeting a few different targets, as there weren’t that many tubes that could hold those swords and blades anyway. The 3 10th stages in the Spirit Gathering realm had it easier, as they just had to infuse their weapons with their Power Energy, the strongest kind that any Spirit Gathering realm before the Conflagrate realm could and had to their disposition.

However, as they moved their weapons to block those flying blades, they were so unused to not just these kinds of weapons but also to what something new and never seen before could signal, and hence, it didn’t cross through their heads that the ways that these swords and blades had to attack were not just thrust and slash or swipe nor hack down…

“Aaaaaaaah!” One of the Spirit Gathering realm 10th stage disciples held his saber up and in front of his face; vertically. The flying sword coming towards him was doing so at an incredible speed, one that even he himself felt that if it was an ordinary arrow, even with his Power Energy protecting him this ‘rawly’, he would still be penetrated by it.

His Power Energy was infused into his saber. And the saber was held firmly in front of his face - yet… just as the sword’s tip was going to be cut in half or at least stopped right at the collision with his saber - it just simply ‘turned around’ and the tube that was following its handle behind it began to encompass the saber’s blade instead. On the other hand, the sword only turned to the left a little, making a very small circular roundabout before…once again aiming at the head of the core disciple!

The core disciple, of course, though surprised and not expecting much, still managed to try and do something to avoid certain death. His head jolted up and to the back at his left, while his right shoulder was jerked back as fast as he could but… but the flying sword’s tip still found its way into the core disciple’s neck, thereon entering his body and exiting the same through it.

The hoarse scream that was actually high pitched but became too infused with blood and the fragments of that sword’s steel that were lost in his throat made it sound harsher, but that was only for one of the 3 10th stage core disciples.

The one in front of Ciemnosc could only feel as if his entire body was locked in place, a thing none other than a misconception that Ciemnosc caused him by merely looking at him and charging at him! There were those 2 swords in his hands that were aiming at him, but like a scorpion, a third one followed right behind Ciemnosc’s head and above in the air - and the situation was already dire for the dumbfounded 10th stager.

While Ciemnosc began to slice that face from the group leader’s face little by little, the remaining 10th stage core disciple was assaulted by 2 top notch quality blades, from which one aimed at his forehead and the other one…it could only be said that he felt an itch right before where his testicles were.

In swift motions, that core disciple used both his gauntlets to deviate the incoming blades. However, as he was too busy finding his own way out of this speedy and powerful blade threatening to take his life, he didn’t see any of the other battles, overly focused on only himself and his own fight with barely any awareness - which is already one of the worse features one needed to become the worst kind of fighter.

In the end, the blades only needed to wave downwards or upwards to easily trick the core disciple’s mind and have his hands and palms meet only a gushing burst of air, small but that also cut through his gauntlets despite them also being of a top notch quality. Then, both blades cut into his body through his solar plexus.

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One blade moved to intercept the ribs all around, thrashing left and right the core disciple’s interior. He couldn’t resist uttering a choked-out scream, as in the next moment his throat was stifled by the blade which had now come up before stabbing at his brain; the tip of it showing coming right outside from the top of his head, and only 1 cm long of the tip.

On the other hand, the other blade moved downwards once inside the core disciple’s body. Finding its way to his male sexual organs, thrashing them around as the blade rotated on the spot where his lower belly and pelvis were, leaving the core disciple more than helpless.

Both blades met resistance, strong ones, from the core disciple’s Power Energy, it was even creating awful cracks here and there already, which left several fragments attached to some organs and bones within the core disciple’s body. However, with the pain tormenting him like he thought that no other person in the entire world could ever suffer and his life slipping out of his grasp, the core disciple’s Power Energy became more sluggish with each thrashing from the blades.

All that those behind him or near could see from the ‘internal’ fight of the 3rd core disciple was how an elephant’s trunk suddenly burst out of his clothes, his thighs revealed the bones inside and his pelvis intermittently showed itself to the naked eyes of those around, his ass having already been flashed multiple times, but the vulnerable spot was already torn to nothingness long ago.

While the inside was a simple mess, the outside was the real mess, be it in sounds or images. The core disciple went from standing in a fighting stance to slowly losing balance. Then, from losing balance, the core disciple barely stood still, his knees facing each other while his back seemed to have become too rigid - his waist and hips immobile as he threw his head to the back and his neck slowly revealing a rapidly rotating blade that swiftly made his neck disappear instead.

While the neck was being eaten by the blade’s crooked edges and tip, his crochet had a new dick, larger and thicker than ever, though instead of thicker, it became much wider in actuality. Yet, while all that was happening, his body still remained standing on the floor. His stomach could only be seen to have 2 wounds, but from them were the tubes that brought those now really terrifying weapons of inhumane properties, rolling and thrusting in and pulling back constantly in the eyes of the observers who…momentarily became afraid of even stepping forth.

The core disciple’s body slowly began to fall, but only after the neck was so roughly sliced apart that the head had nothing else to be held onto to connect with the rest of his body. The core disciple was, of course, long dead before that could happen. The shock of the pain and the knowledge of the things his body was going through was enough to really make his body enter into a state of horrendous shock, killing him in the process.

But it was an even worse mess for those at the back of Ciemnosc, who were able to see some of the ‘fights’ that the 10th stage core disciples had with the other swords and blades. For them, there were several who flew towards them, looking for a vulnerable core disciple to start with.

As if those blades and swords had lives and intelligence of their own, they moved in a swaying, tricky fashion which confused those who were being targeted and, when they least expect it, some felt a strong vibration on their feet that signaled whenever the one at their side was tackled down and impaled for a few short seconds on the ground; killed off immediately.

Others felt their arms and thighs to their sides getting cut, followed by being engulfed with large amounts of blood and any limb, organ, flesh, skin to even hair slapping either side of their bodies. The comrades of those who experienced ‘seeing’ a new image of their fellow disciples were shell shocked almost instantly.

“Aaaaaaah! Eeh! Please, don’t kill meeeeeeeee!” Then there were those who were impaled but, instead of being tackled against the ground, the sword or blade that impaled their chest, stomachs, or even their trapezius muscles continued on with the strength they came to push farther apart the rest of the core disciples around or in front with the body of the impaled one.

It wouldn’t be until that sword or blade that allowed a Spirit Gathering realm to know what it felt like to fly… backwards, to die however as they would either be stopped by a small group of other core disciples or 1 to 2 core disciples who felt like sacrificing themselves for seemingly no reason.

Boo-splash~... Splash~, splash~, splash~, splash~, splash~...

But by then, every small group or a single couple of core disciples that decided to aid that fellow core disciple in need would get a very damning surprise. For each time that an impaled-flying core disciple was stopped, a large boom containing the flying sword or blade’s kinetic force would implode from the core disciple impaled - in question, affection the rest of those who were in the immediate surroundings of the then bits of flesh, hair, some remaining organs intact and pool of blood - impaled core disciple’s remains.

From a distant point of view, if one looked around carefully and even tried turning the volume down to a full, one would be able to see how this resembled a ballad. And if anything, a dance scene where Ciemnosc was the femme fatale that everyone wanted to push down and show some concern but also dared not even look at for more than a couple seconds.

Because whenever those eyes of theirs were set on his body, of this belle dancer, the belle’s eyes would look back. However, instead of receiving beauty and flirting in those eyes, a darkness that made the whole sides of their bodies, their shins, and their forearms sweat would engulf them, a lifelessness like no other that somehow attracted them to look and look more and more would instead feel like a curious thing they only wanted to look at for a moment… But ended up dying in the next several seconds.

Ciemnosc could tell, oh, he could really tell, and while he was a belle like such in that way, there were many who were ‘up to his level’ that were seen from afar.

From a distant point of view, one might be able to see a couple of faces that were enthralled seeing the beauty dance and dance, nothing stopping the dancing and no one capable of dancing along. Only one, only one person, and only one murderous beast was set free on the dance floor. And the beautiful scenery began to form a scene that even the experienced Obsidiafying realm cultivators were finding hard to not feel their stomachs churning.

“Get him!!” A heart wrenching voice sounded out. This time it wasn’t any that Ciemnosc knew of, it might have probably been just one of the core disciples who lost their friends or even lovers to the brutal massacre he was orchestrating, enjoying hosting, and furthermore…

Cuh- swish swish slash!

There were 2 young women in front of Ciemnosc, both wielding dual daggers as they unequivocally and crazedly began shoving their bodies towards the air in his direction, ready to trade their lives just to have their daggers piercing Ciemnosc’s body - as if they were crazy already but would become exhilarated the moment they were able to do it!!

Waving his swords to his front twice, their nice enough shaped and sized breasts were cut 8 times in just a couple of seconds by the tips of his current blades, but the young women both kept on throwing themselves at him. Their breasts getting disfigured in a jiffy and their screams of pain not holding a candle to their ecstatic, mad-like facial expressions.

One of them suddenly intercepted the other’s body in front of her, and with their breasts carved up multiple times so that they no longer held any distinctive shape, let alone looked beautiful, she tanked with her back another 6 slashes from Ciemnosc’s blades’ tip`s that ended up revealing all of the anatomy from the back of her torso.

Swish…

The other young woman who was protected by the other was still with those facial expressions, the only thing that changed in her were the tears falling down her lacrimals, and confusion that was slowly waking her up from her previous greed and lust; it was too much.

But her hands were already in motion, her body soaked with the other young woman’s blood, and even seeing sideways from her eyes the totally flaccid and boneless neck of that young woman as she put on a thin, small grateful smile. Grateful…but for what, dying? Following their actions to kill Ciemnosc? For what??

Tak tak…

But she didn’t have any more time to realize her thoughts or the last one from the other young woman, the latter naturally being the one that was sober in the moment of ‘arriving at her deathbed’. Her hands suddenly stopped, even twisted as they broke almost instantly, for they had finally managed to reach their target, achieving their objective that cost that one young woman’s life too quickly, a bit too suddenly.

…cala- cla lank~...

There was no more stopping though, not anymore. But as her daggers fell on the floor even quicker than the other young woman’s body- no, corpse met the floor… the emotional and physical pain finally got to her.

“Ahh, heu- haff, heuf…”

“... … … …” While the young woman held her breasts slightly, her wrists all broken, disfigured, and bleeding, the entire dancing floor, the entire arena, became absurdly and impossibly silent. Little by little, the sobered-up young woman in pain lifted her face, tragic and enchanting, as she held her body that was bleeding out rather quickly.

Tap.

Feeling an index finger and a thumb grasping her chin, she could only look at a pair of darkest eyes. And those eyes were the most comfortable, nicest of deathbeds she could ever think of. Walking one step forwards, stepping on her crooked and cracked dual daggers with her dancing shoes, her chest stuck to his just like the rest of her whole front body, she became tantalized as she looked up at him and lost herself in those eyes.

“Fall. Go to sleep now,” Ciemnosc lightly said, and she obediently followed her command, closing her eyes and slowly lying next to the other young woman. A smile on her face.

“!!” - “His body!” - “HOW?!” - “This is…impossible! Impossible!!!” - "Little Ciem-nosc... gasp..."

The moment a few tens of seconds passed, strangely to the surprise of nobody, the scene’s brutality, goriness, and cruelty returned. Screams rang out. Firstly from the Obsidiafying realm cultivators, from which many pairs of eyes were furiously shining when looking at him…all of this…will become theirs soon… Soon.

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