They Are Coming
And it was even worse for that 'something' that had once tormented him to unthinkable degrees when breaking through into the Spirit Gathering realm, but that was all that Ciemnosc could worry about, and not get even an encrypted answer from, not even from checking his own body and visualizing his Natal Spirit, which seemed to be darkness, darkness and... darkness.
And eating, all that Ciemnosc was able to do while he could do nothing to identify those scary sensations of unimaginable pain and torture was to eat more and more corpses. And only when he ate a third of the corpses from the first mobilization he employed since the start of the base did his cultivation foundation solidify until he felt he would crack open and implode, figuratively, if he kept on trying to solidify what was already the most solid.
And with the help of another 24 Supreme Powerful Stones, Ciemnosc was ready to breakthrough at basically any moment, perhaps. While the leading students were already engaging the enemy at the end of the 3rd week, and he was teaching the Craftsmaking division of his base, his bloated cultivation base slowly reached its breaking point. But even up to the start of the next month, his cultivation was still at the 7th stage.
On the other hand, at the beginning of the 4th week, since the new students arrived, almost becoming ‘the students’ alone already, the reading students had begun engaging the enemy base. Only several days later, 2 days after the next month arrived, the leading students triumphantly returned, bringing the news of having repelled the invaders once more, this time in their attempt at invading once more and under their, the base’s and the Chief in Command’s, forces!
Ever since that day of their return, the base has had quite the celebratory welcoming party, lasting for a couple of days already, as the nights all had to be silent and even if one trained, they had to train silently or at least without being an annoyance.
According to the information that Ciemnosc got, both from the leading students’ report and his Personal Token, all together: the attack was initiated 2 days after the leading students arrived at the surroundings of the enemy’s temporary base.
The leading students had to avoid the little scouts coming in and out of the enemy's temporary base, while also scouting the enemy and all of the happenings around it. Only when the leading students under Ciemnosc’s command ascertained the situation to be favorable and how to do it even more so; they went on an attack.
On the other hand, it wasn’t until 3 days later that the major organizations got the message that their hidden temporary base was under attack. Just 5 days later, however, they received information that the temporary base was completely and utterly destroyed, even damaging the small construction site where the other end of the port was being built.
Without any other choice, the major organizations were to change the location of the port’s other end, connecting with the Little Lake’s shore on the other side, but that was something that the leading students who were returning from the victorious battle cared about or knew about.
All they had to do was to destroy and seek a bit of the enemy’s intentions, and it was all given in the report on the day they returned. There were indeed a lot of enemy disciples and believers who successfully escaped in the end. But the beginning was what made the whole major organizations once again not know how nor when they lose another battle; and this time on the defensive, which everyone had believed was going to be the major organizations’ strength after knowing how well were those outposts defended…
At the beginning of the assault, the leading students opted for what Ciemnosc rated as ‘fucking good!’ in his mind. They directly ‘walked in’ with their armored cars at a mildly high speed, the surrounding students fearlessly running and dashing in the same direction as the armored cars from the front and rear of the enemy temporary base, whose entrance faced the south.
As if intended to show their challenging stance towards Ciemnosc’s base, but in any case, it made it easier for them to simply move towards the walls while cannons on top of the walls were firing at them and making some of the new students cringe and slow down.
But as expected and with sufficient mental preparation beforehand, the first arriving students yelled and shouted a bit in between the ‘pums pums’, raising the morale and encouraging the first batch of students to keep going. Quite a few minutes went by, and though there were 10 armored cars, each with 1 cannon, there were a few of the enemy pure energy shells that ended up landing on the ground, either directly on the students or nearby.
Some losses were expected, it was how battles worked anyway… But their deaths were a clear reminder to all that it wasn’t about looking fearless in a battle but, just like Chief in Command’s reminders and ‘teachings’, it was all about winning it.
For the next few minutes, the students took tool after tool, enhancing those projectile tools and the thruster tools once the students went through the breached walls from the front and rear. Meanwhile, the cannons on top of the armored cars seemed to ‘see into the future’. Each time an enemy cannon was going to shoot, whether making arcs up into the air or directly firing at the students, the armored cars’ cannons were always a step ahead and it was even more so when the walls were being breached by the students.
The battle started its most brutal moment, just its beginning, in the most casual and easygoing of ways. The fact surprised the new students, not really believing that this was exactly the way that a war was fought, thinking that there would instead be great generals pointing somewhere and shouting out loudly while exposing themselves to the enemy without fear.
Instead, it was all about the students hearing their leading students through the communication device every now and then, with the leader of each ‘team’, ‘squad’, and so on talking to their superior and so on until the very direct subordinates of the leading student in question would relay the overall success of an objective being accomplished or for a certain unit needing help… or being slaughtered instead.
The students weren’t the only ones with tools and, it was even more terrifying just the idea of barging into the enemy’s territory without having seen it before. But they all had to push forwards and make their way all around to kill the enemy. Those were the leading students’ orders anyway, enter and kill, that simple, and the new students even heard that it was how their Chief in Command liked it anyway.
However, there were ‘veterans’ from the previous mobilization, which could indeed be called veterans as they survived tens of times the previous time, being the ones also assaulting the enemy and yet surviving those dangerous objectives despite the ‘large’ amount of enemy Conflagrate realm cultivators.
Compared to now, there were more early stages Conflagrate realm leading students on the veterans’ side. While the enemy did have some, but not that many, perhaps because they thought there wouldn’t be any problem in setting a base by invading their enemy’s territory.
Naturally, such a great advantage wouldn’t come twice, especially after the major organizations were to hear about this second brutal defeat. So the leading students were the ones who were the busiest, hunting down every single enemy Conflagrate realm cultivator they could find, even if he or she was at the late stages of such.
Bloodiness became the most common scenery, but while the troops were forcing their way into the enemy’s temporary base, they could also see how the temporary base in question was built. And the students who returned alive, which was a great majority of those who left the base, made sure to clearly tell time and again about how crooked, ‘ugly’, and ‘brainless management’ the buildings situated and how there was a huge building right in the center that was as if trying to say ‘bigshots here, please bomb away!’.
Such words were spoken time and again in the 2 days of celebration, the ratio of casualties was larger than in the previous mobilization, but unlike before, the enemy now had made preparations even if they were just sure they wouldn’t be attacked.
They had tools and some protective, small though, arrays inscribed that gained too much attention from even the first-arrived students, leading to lots of deaths from the base’s side by the time that the temporary enemy base was virtually exterminated.
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With such little stories from the returning troops, Ciemnosc realized the problem of cultivators dealing with arrays. Deciphering and undoing another cultivator’s array formations wasn’t something doable, it was possible but unless everyone was a Ciemnosc, it was bound to be a waste of time instead of just bombarding with Power Energy or tools, tools enhanced by Power Energy as well; of course.
Hundreds of deaths were the ending result of the battle, the victory wasn’t small, but not that big. A few thousand ended up dying, but too many hundreds for Ciemnosc’s taste, yet he couldn’t help but feel it was okay, maybe they’ll start realizing how much they could lose this war when fighting against such expertly warring ‘major’ organizations-
But at least, the experience from dealing with this slightly prepared enemy’s settlement gave the students, Ciemnosc, and his team more things to worry about. The previous mobilization had no array formations inscribed around. The major organizations weren’t ‘crazy enough’ to send a ‘master’ so far away from their direct protection, but it was going to be different now that the terrain that the enemy could operate had been shortened thanks to Ciemnosc’s first victory.
Leaving such things aside, the base was now looking mightier and much more stable than before. Especially thanks to the dozen mines that went from producing a regular amount of 3,000 Inferior Powerful Stones to 4,500 Inferior Powerful Stones; daily; each.
It would have been above 5,000 if it wasn’t because the tools and security measures in the mines as well as protective tools for mining needed to take their huge toll on the thousands of people working in each mine and the constructed defenses around needed some of those Inferior Powerful Stones not for protection only, but also for more easily moving the Powerful Stones and saving a lot of time for the miners to keep mining nonstop.
There were a few thieving cases… but there were also a few heavy punishments with most ending with death…
As such, in this one little month, the productivity of the base’s mines went so high up that it was barely believable, each mine begetting a typical number of 54,000 Inferior grade Powerful Stones and a total of 1,674,000 Inferior Powerful Stones per month!
But that was just for now because once Ciemnosc gave the order to fully use ⅓ of the troops for mining, that would easily become over 3,000,000 Inferior Powerful Stones per month! That was fucking hilarious, almost comparable to what the major organizations altogether can get!
As such, Ciemnosc could already begin to grant his troops a total of 3 Inferior Powerful Stones each every month, and 1 extra for those mining, for about 800,000 Inferior Powerful Stones being used for giving them all to his troops, and rewarding those who have participated in missions with quite a few extra - all around 10 Inferior Powerful Stones. But such a reward had to be given on later dates so that the protective array formations of the base could finally be built.
. . .
On the night of the 4th month, 1st week, 5th day since the beginning of the Rocaloi Academy’s operation, and war with the 4 major organizations; the east.
In his own personal bedroom in the large tent, Ciemnosc was reading a letter, holding it with his left hand while his right hand was already in the midst of preparing a piece of paper, an envelope, and had a pen constantly dancing in between his 5 right handed fingers constantly.
It read: “Little Brother! The machine is so good that even Older Brother couldn’t help himself, and I just happened to see him grab a large serving of vanilla with choco, my god! Later on, I will spy on my Older Brother eating more ice cream more!!!!-
-Little Brother, I can’t wait until you come back. The array formations to keep clothes from Spirit Sense is already too boring, even though I see more frowns happening around me, :O. But I can see you have impacted the academy. When are you coming back? Older Brother is going crazy with the blueprints you gave him to learn, he has even forgotten to caress his favorite plant its twentieth time today! So incredible… Little Brother, come back so that you can teach me more array formations. In exchange, I’ll kiss your cheek and tell you whenever I’m wearing pink ones.-
-Also, Little Brother, the teachers have noticed that you are having a lot of Powerful Stones in your hands when they went to visit your base, don’t give them a tiny piece, you hear me? They have been hiding it out but, there have been rumors about several new mines found in the north, within the mountains. And it is rumored that the mountains might have some ores of Powerful Stones as well - say no, and they better understand or else!-
-Oh right, I barely managed to make one of your pills, so I guess I’ll pay part of my bet, I don’t wear any on the last day of the week;;;).-
-The headmaster already told us that when you come back, I am to give you all rights to study the academy’s grand array formation with me and Older Brother, make sure to have everything prepared because I’ve heard many supervisors and old teachers speak about how you are just stealing the academy’s glory while ‘using’ the other students, and that the headmaster purposely sent the actual best students for your cause.-
-Wow, now I know you made them sign that agreement, or else some old parties would’ve been trying to take your forces already in the shadows. But don’t worry, they still don’t know I have peeked a bit into the academy’s grand array formation with your notes and can PEEK at them from time to time. I’ll keep you up on these boring relics trying something on you, Lil’ Bro, I gotchu!”
Sincerely dearly, your Big Sister (you better call me that when you return, or I will wear panties all days of the week from now on).—
“...” Ciemnosc finished reading the letter with his left finger letting go of it, he shook his head slightly while on his palm rested his chin, his eyes following the ‘floating-flying’ like letter that descended on his little study desk. His right hand began to work on replying to this Tini girly, while his mind thought out without embarrassment. ‘It’s good that you feel content, when I return I will focus on my studies a lot, siiiigh~.’
Thinking of his poor life and how miserable it was, Ciemnosc reclined back onto his chair, where a pair of slender hands slowly ceased massaging his shoulders. And with his neck against the top of the backrest, he saw a pair of nice enough breasts and a bunch of blonde hair to the racks’ sides.
“Chiefy, flirting with other girls far away when there are 3 beauties asking you to defile them with your monstrosity of manhood every day? How cruel.” Fatima said, her hands falling a little, hanging in front of his chest with her elbows on his shoulders, but that only gave Ciemnosc a light push, not even a relaxing sensation but Fatima also did that on purpose.
“It’s not fair to me, I was just starting new studies of everything I couldn’t put an official name to,” Ciemnosc said in return, defending his monstrosity of manhood hanging below the chair as he sat on and looked all lackadaisical. “Now I am here giving it my all for this base and the future of the Rocaloi Academy to rule over the world, even if they call it unifying or pacifying; it’s not really that.”
Ciemnosc’s voice went a little hoard and whispering by the end of his words. But Fatima saw his right-hand finish writing down the letter, put it in the envelope, and seal it with his fingers letting go of the pen and his Inscription Pen appeared out of nowhere in between the same fingers right after, using an array formation to seal it before storing them both back into his Covert Space bag.
“Okay, Chief is working, and he is hard. All of that together, poor you, yes.” Fatima said, her breasts massaging the top of his head, her face lowering with her lips lightly tapping his slightly pale chin over and over again, but just a few times in reality.
“Mm…”
Rustle~- stomp, tap ste- tap tap, fwoo-thud- ump.
Ciemnosc was barely muttering when Fatima, who was about to start lovingly kissing him to see if today was the lucky day, the day; suddenly felt him turn around and stand up, also making her stand back up fully with her back straight. Her feet danced among his on the ground. She was thinking that they had been living in a tent for too long when she suddenly felt her body heavily impulsed backwards, and all she could do was fall onto his bed.
Ciemnosc followed, not letting her have a thought that would belong to a reasonable, not seduced, and lucid woman.
“Next week, we’ll have a little place to stay, but I’m designing something else, it will be nice, though not too big. And it’ll be somewhat all-terrain, but better in water, as for you… rrmmh…” Ciemnosc said with his voice so seductive in her ears, her little lips below fluttering in their stead; however.
When he purred at the end, she felt her eyes tremble crazily, and his next words made her want to scream out loud: ‘fuck me, already, you retard!’. “You better do as I tell you to when I decide to eat any of you up.”
“Oh, yess, my fu-” Fatima was speaking. But suddenly saw Ciemnosc, who was on top of her and about to use his magic hands on her little, innocent body after a rough night. He suddenly looked as if he was an ordinary male noticing he couldn’t wait and needed to enter the throne and sit there for half an hour at least.
“Breakthrough?” Fatima tilted her head to the right, quite, and asked him with his eyes slowly turning captivating and serene whilst moving on to look at her eyes. Preciously, he tilted his head to half a nod, and Fatima grabbed his neck, pecking him for a long 3 seconds before sliding away from his evil grasp and saying while walking out of his room.
“Be right back when you are done, surprise me, okay?” Hence, the beauty left Ciemnosc alone as he silently sat cross-legged on his bed and placed his forearms at his thighs close to his knees.
‘Sigh… sorry, I guess.’ Ciemnosc calmly went through it, and knowing that only 106 Supreme Powerful Stones remained in his pockets, his body’s blood turned ‘black’ and flashed for several seconds before turning back to its ‘normal’ red color… and glow.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
A few minutes later, little footsteps sounded, and a now totally bare and lonely Fatima peeked into his bedroom. Her head shadowed by the darkness of the night, and with Ciemnosc’s personal bedroom even darker, she didn’t even ask as she directly rushed in, jumping into his arms and straddling him before feeling his hands welcome her all over her body… slowly falling unto his bed and beginning the kissing and handsy games.
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