Extreme Surprise
... 4th stage. And it hasn't been even a minute since he broke through, as he had just left his pockets with only 183 Supreme grade Powerful Stones, and his face when coming out of his commanding vehicle was like seeing cheerleaders getting skimpy and covering their white outfits without anything under wet and smiling in joy with each other. Ciemnosc was just a boy, a boy.
His clothes which had been a rough mess during the first few days of his escape were now not only fixed in a great and unrecognizable repaired state from their previous torn selves. He even made more as he got himself and everyone else to cross through a few forests whose trees allowed for the sound of his commanding vehicle’s roaring motor to not be heard from too far away and hence taking the fellow little Creatures by surprise.
The plains were too easy to be spotted, even more so as the steel painting on the more than 80 meters long and 6.2 meters wide long snake head followed by its fat body 100 meters behind itself. The snow made it all too easy to be spotted, and the ladies of the Preferential Light Justice Sect were wearing all kinds of colorful dresses and robes, no shit would they wear the same colors and styles outside the sect. Let alone the brown-robed or bright red/steel robed or uninformed from the Moribund Yearning Cult and the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect respectively.
“Hey, hey! He came out, he came out!” - “Shit! Everyone stop cultivating. Stop meditating because the beast is out!” - “He’s coming over here, isn’t he? Good thing he doesn’t cultivate and train every day like us, or we would simply have no chance at all…” - “He looks more mighty fine now…” - “...” - “Slut.” - “Correction, happy and glad slut.” - “...” - “...” - “...” - “...”
Step, brrf bfrr, step step step, bfrr…
His feet sinking into the snow, a beautiful feeling to cool one’s hard working and training body, more so as a cultivator, wasn’t even felt by Ciemnosc’s always refreshing, cold body. As he made the very first few steps, his swords came out, as there were no longer any more blades of top notch quality within him, at least for those he wanted to and was willing to - use.
And there weren’t that many left in his pockets as well. Only 37 of such were still in his Covert Space bags as he held these other 2 in his hands, more than ready to let them break in a bit.
As a Spirit Gathering realm cultivator, Ciemnosc was already able to better protect his swords and blades, but even so, after killing a bit over a thousand with each weapon in his hand would then end up breaking. Every time that Ciemnosc tried to make them last longer, he could feel a kind of ability to let his swords gain some kind of absorption. But he always failed and was incapable of really achieving that.
It was a unique sensation, as he would for sure want his weapons to not break this easily. They were so special, after all…
But each time, his dark Power Energy didn’t have just that necessary kind of even more unique property to itself. And Ciemnosc’s body just couldn’t achieve it no matter how ingenious the methods he employed were. From bathing them in blood especially, even changing to other weapons and only soaking in blood the almost totally broken ones, to trying to ‘feed’ the swords of other weapons.
He was just incapable though. It was as if he could really make that happen but couldn’t, whether it was his All-Devouring Force Chronicles or the stage that he and only he had still needed progress; Ciemnosc still didn’t give up and continued training that ‘project’ while massacring these people. Who, by now, so many days have passed that Ciemnosc’s kill on their numbers was already above the hundredth thousand mark.
Barely, though, and with every single one of them really not understanding how weaker they are compared to him, even the kidnapped and disappeared Conflagrate realm cultivators. Of course, due to that ignorance already being quite severe, they were even less known of the fact that Ciemnosc was just using them to solidify his cultivation foundation, making it extremely sturdy and as sturdy as his own mindset.
Over the past few days, as well- Ciemnosc came to reduce his inner rage and conflict to a finally gone level. He wasn’t simply going to forget all that had happened, and how much he had influenced for all of this to happen, but he was also no simple boy himself.
And so, with a couple more steps, Ciemnosc didn’t make the already anxious and fearful looking of losing their lives after having such progress wait any longer and directly jumped from the snow with his feet sinking deeply before taking off into the air and jumping a huge 30 meters in the air and directly ending up landing more than 100 meters into the first line of his pursuers.
Brrff…step step! Creak- whoosh~.
“Haaaaah, here he comes!” - “Protect the weaker ones, don’t let him catch any of you alone, attack him together but prioritize defending!” - “You stop daydreaming! Do you think no woman would be with him if he was accepting any? Get into your fighting stance or prepare to stupidly die!” - “Tsk, fine.” - “Don’t break your positions, don’t let him catch any of you, let him move around!!”
Many voices sounded out, all giving notices left and right white Ciemnosc spent his sweet time ‘flying’ from over there to over here with them. And instead of sending some Crimson Quick Rollers with his dark Power Energy infused in them like crazy to make them disorder each other’s grouping and the like, Ciemnosc let it all happen as if they were able to survive better for a bit more every time - that would enormously help him stabilize his foundation.
Later on, he can just bring some Conflagrate realm to help accelerate solidifying his cultivation foundation, not that Ciemnosc depended on only that, as today would be used only for the sake of stabilizing his cultivation base, and the next several days could be spent to solidify it. He didn’t have any more Obsidiafying realm cultivators to slurp their Power Energy from their flesh, bones, organs, and bla bla bla.
As such, Ciemnosc could only go on with ease and slowly, not allowing for any group to suddenly come bearing news that he is a man-eating cultivator where every single person in the world would then be more than willing to try and stop the evil of this world.
Whooosh- Bang! Clank clank clank clank clank clank clink clink clink! Clank clank~...
Ciemnosc’s body fell down from the sky, right beside a few elite groups of Spirit Gathering realm disciples and believers of all stages, which was a rare few, since there were many more from the Spirit Gathering realm at the middle and late stages due to their training. Training given to them by Ciemnosc and his course of intensive meditation with life threatening events.
The group that was going to be stomped on became paralyzed, everybody in that group remembering at the last moment of their lives how others were targeted by Ciemnosc just like this, so cruelly and brutally with the objective of just jumping down on a certain ‘random’ group of disciples and believers.
The moment just one of his feet landed under the thick snow of the ground, the moment he stomped down with all of his strength, the momentum he carried, was also the moment that said the group would suddenly turn into a full explosion of red liquid. Sometimes even with brown, but mostly with bones becoming all splinters and flying about in all possible angles, paving the way for Ciemnosc’s murder day.
But at the last moment that the selected group was about to become that image this time, with their blood surging into the skies and their weapons breaking into almost dust right away from this impact alone, another group that had rushed in at the last few seconds joined in the fray and got in between the paralyzed group; awaking them and making the react by instinct and prepare to receive the powerful monster that is Ciemnosc
The two groups joined hands all at once and, in the last second, their efforts were not in vain as they managed to send all of their Power Energy forwards and also to stop the stomping down Ciemnosc, who felt a large portion of his bodily strength being taken away, his right foot aiming down at the previously paralyzed being taken away 6,000 kg of its strength, leaving it only with 10,000 kg by just touching about 80 different bouts of Power Energy from tools.
This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.
Then, at the moment Ciemnosc’s right foot fell on the multitude of weapons and even tools with some holding both with each hand, using their whole Power Energy for survival, Ciemnosc’s 10,000 kg of strength in that foot became even less, to the point that just these arms with 2,000 kg of strength each could altogether stop Ciemnosc’s stomp in the middle.
Seeing so many added hands with their weapons, and tools. And their Power Energy saving their little lives, Ciemnosc was astounded in a very good way as he went back to being creative, but he brushed apart the next moment as he became still in the air while being blocked by their conjoint effort.
Stomping down with his left foot, unceremoniously, Ciemnosc’s bodily strength directly made the weaklings below him gasp as they flew about in all directions, some of them right in the middle, from the lots who got huddled up together to block him and ended up with up to their whole shoulders breaking and losing the ability to even move for many seconds.
Being sent flying backwards like this, they couldn’t stop Ciemnosc any longer from getting to the ground by the time the other groups arrived, and their 2 groups, who were the ones to face the brunt of this monster’s strength began to be killed off 1 by 1. But with the addition of other groups arriving, instead of simply individuals as a large, universal group and coming to trample them as it was in the first days, they got helped up and backed up by them.
It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that Ciemnosc only had a small portion of the casualties from this group. While it was the group itself that took away almost half a million of their own from ignoring their fellow disciples and believers. And even then, it took them not only days to change their modus operandi, it took them almost half a million casualties to stop being so retarded.
Now, as they were being aided by other groups and many more were coming, Ciemnosc had already started to bathe himself and his weapons in so much blood, so many pieces of flesh, and with a lot of bones coming to his body only to be crushed and brushed off by just coming into contact with his body. In a way, it was just impossible for females— or even males —to not be attracted to such a possible partner with such potential. ‘What kind of monstrous babies would come out in the end?’; for example.
Straight away, Ciemnosc was barraged with an endless amount of projectiles that arched from the distance and fell towards his general direction, directly flying by the heads of fellow disciples and believers before successfully not hitting any of their fellows but only ending up being easily deviated and blocked off by Ciemnosc’s swords.
Edged, bladed, blunt swords and polearms came to his back, hacking down and cleaving at it. From his front, they thrust and sought to impale the body of this monster little boy. And all sorts of heavy blunt weapons came swinging at him in any possible way, all for the sake of knocking Ciemnosc down a peg a lot off balance, never managing to do so or even being easily parried and bounced back instead.
There was just no way for these slow, weak, and tiny storages of Power Energy disciples and believers all around Ciemnosc capable of even finding a spot to suddenly and finally attack him. He didn’t even show a weak moment or aperture for a single second. He just didn’t want to risk betraying their hope of getting him this much; too much is too bad.
… It wasn’t long before a whole hour-long fight ensued, the many corpses littering around being carried, though many body parts were buried under the dirt as the snow had been melted after both. So much Power Energy flew about, and many tools were successfully used.
There were Eagerburning Flames Sect disciples all around, trying to scorch Ciemnosc’s body from time to time with a very decisive and calculated plan devised by the enemy, ‘entrapping’ Ciemnosc in a wide rectangle, thereon sending a massive and deathly amount of flames that not even Obsidiafying realm cultivators dare to face off without any protection.
Not a single time, despite their effort and tireless attempts, did the enemy ever manage to find a spot of the tiniest of most superficial of wounds on his body afterward, only that he had the rare and really lewdly strange habit of taking his clothes off and showing off his pack, and his abdomen and muscles too; right before being burnt off over and over again.
And whenever the massive scorching plans were over, the disciples in question that were always in batches and the most proficient in using flames were tired to no end. Would he put his clothes back on once he was sure that no more of their Power Energy and flames’ particles lingered around in case of the tiniest of combustion happening.
Of course, they didn’t know it only felt amazing and it even sped up his stabilizing as well as a little bit for the solidification of his cultivation base and foundation. And even less that it felt extremely comfortable, he didn’t feel any warmth, but Ciemnosc indeed felt the same as if he was being bathed in the darkness within his own mind; it was exhilarating, to say the least.
Then there were the icy ladies from the Preferential Light Justice Sect, who always were so eager to employ their tactics to the point they even sometimes went ahead and participated twice, unlike the other 2 major organizations with something to offer in these terms.
They would form a light, thin crystal barrier cocoon all over Ciemnosc, with a semi dome shape, and for over 20 meters at most - that was their limit. And through the entire time, Ciemnosc would of course take his damn obstructing clothes off - while the thin crystal of ice would reveal his everything to the perverted and awful eyes of women; it was terrifying.
But Ciemnosc just didn’t care. If he hadn’t received training from his Sister and she teased him so badly as he grew up with unique stares and words as not once did they touch after she rescued him… so long back then - Ciemnosc might’ve both gotten embarrassed… and hard.
Thankfully, his Sister was so thoughtful to even plan for these kinds of things, without even knowing what good she had done to him, ah.
In any case, Ciemnosc would end up ‘frozen to death’, whereas everyone could see his body getting covered by layers of ice that seemed to behave like hands, all moving and caressing all over his body, not leaving a - single - place - of his - left - untouched. And whenever their attempt at slowing Ciemnosc down and mortally injuring him, only to always fail like always and like the rest of everyone else; it seemed that the icy ladies couldn’t help blushing and shivering. Some even trembled too much that their legs even quaked with strong spasms.
It was such a good thing that the Preferential Light Justice Sect had such a minimal male recruitment ratio. But on the other hand, all Ciemnosc felt, besides hands trying to rape the shit out of him, was the clear sensation of his body whilst and afterwards as if he was being washed.
He didn’t mind, having so many maidservants out of nowhere. He always kindly remembered the way he was done with anything back then with ‘his’ first few ‘women’. All in all, he was bathed nicely well and with some tickles here and there every time it was their turn to try something.
Then there were the Moribund Yearning Cult believers, who didn’t try that hard to slow him down or to send ‘curses’ right at him. It was more or less known, according to important intel before they had this mission, that Ciemnosc seemed to have certain characteristics, tools, or pills that allowed him to have a connection with the Darkness element.
Thus, not much was done by these believer guys, who in the end could only do their best to send their puppets to break themselves apart just by trying to attack Ciemnosc, and their corpses to be easily torn apart by Ciemnosc’s swords wrapped by dark Power Energy; his.
The Self-Mutilating Honores Sect had it different, much different than any other major organization; for all they had to and could make use of was the several tools for bombarding large groups and powerful structures or vehicles for that matter. Naturally, there wasn’t any armored car in their ranks, or Ciemnosc would've already stolen it for himself and possibly needed repairs in the future of his commanding vehicle.
They only had missile type of tools and bomb type of tools as well. And all they had to do was to use them. To send them towards Ciemnosc, and hope that it would damage them. However, whenever these fools tried to use these, Ciemnosc would crazily just go run after them, not caring one little bit about anything else but to murder this sect’s disciples.
As a result, the largest amount of cultivators from this ‘union’ between the 4 major organizations wasn’t only in the majority of the casualties belonging to the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect by Ciemnosc’s hands; even before when Ciemnosc could easily make them kill each other, it was their own fellow disciples and believers who ended up killing more of the same.
The ratio between the 4 major organizations in this remaining more than half a million enemies was then sent off balance by Ciemnosc’s evil machinations. But he was always up to murdering more of those from his ex-sect.
… … … … Pwuuuggh~~~~...
But, just at this moment, as everyone else was calmly and with tranquility fighting each other, getting killed by Ciemnosc and improving their cultivation as well as cooperation, a whistling sound that came from an exploding-like noise went off from the west of the ‘true west’; and right behind Ciemnosc’s back at the moment as he was murdering some more.
The sound wasn’t everything, as before when Ciemnosc was just exiting his commanding vehicle, the afternoon glow on the back of his body already gave him an obscured face that alarmed all of the enemies who he had already begun killing for a couple of hours and his stabilized cultivation getting even more stable than already stabilized.
As it was now evening, early on but still the evening, the dark, deep blue sky above and the ‘starlessness’ of it always being there. A bright glow surfaced all over Ciemnosc’s back, but also in the eyes, faces, and then bodies of his enemies.
It seemed to slowly glow on their front, while Ciemnosc’s back glowed on instead. But it all occurred in a mere few seconds, not taking the slow amount of time that seemed to happen in everybody’s heads. Except for Ciemnosc as he was the first to react, his body moving backwards, and from his point of view with his neck twisted… he could see dozens and dozens of Obsidiafying realm peak cultivators flying right behind them and a little up in the air!
There were dozens of them! All at the devil damn peak of the Obsidiafying realm!!
“!!” Ciemnosc wasn’t even sure there were a dozen peak cultivators of this level in the north, south, and east of the Region. So, who were these people?!
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Aixi not knowing she has been of such help to her Brother: ⊂（゜Д゜⊂ （／．＼） ---> d( ●ゝω・)