The Beginning Of The End Of The Sea Regions' Wars

In the Indomitable Heartspree Region, central building.

"... Sir, what are your orders?" In a room that looked like a simple hall, long and slightly wide, a bulky man with horns protruding from his head stood facing the wall from one of the long sides as a female cultivator walked inside and knelt behind him. The buffy fella turned around, his hands behind his back relaxing as he faced the cultivator and nodded, "Move everyone. It's time to wait for their arrival... How are the others?"

“Yes, Chairman,” the female cultivator responded and stood up. “The Wheel of Presence and Eclushisk Contrail Regions are with us… or we with them. That was a definitive answer. But the Phoenix’s Cry Region declined us flatly. The Dragon’s Tail Region finally responded, but they also declined us. Chairman, they were the last to answer.”

“Mn, I understand,” the Chairman nodded again but clenched his fists. Then, he asked her, “Details?”

Step, step. Step. “Ah, yes.” The woman followed after the half-Beast and half-Titan Chairman and debriefed the situation. “All defenses have been checked for the fifth time, and the amount of soldier units has increased to a destruction-level of danger. Our civilians were transported to the beaches safely, and the Fleets are in position. The Blauw Empire unquestionably knows these dangers, so precautions and measures for any possible counter to our offensive have been taken. Everything’s in order, Sir. Should everyone proceed as intended?”

“Yes, no need to change anything,” the Chairman nodded and affirmatively said before adding. “The Fighters should be in position, right? Tell them to attack at the accorded time, whenever they feel they can succeed in at least causing some damage. The rest will be left to the land combat. Once they arrive, give their commanders the information about the system. We’ll fight like proper cultivators, worthy of this time!”

“Ah, Chairman, it isn’t really ‘commanders’ but, um… Admirals and Generals, more or less…” The female cultivator chipped in, correcting the Chairman’s way of addressing their enemies’ highest officers. The Chairman looked visibly startled as he stopped walking and looked back. The female pressed her lips together, widened her eyes slightly, and looked back at the bulky man.

“Sigh, I understand,” the Chairman said as he shook his head and resumed walking. The female cultivator behind him nodded and followed him. After a few minutes of walking, and as they came out of the central building, with several armored vehicles moving everywhere with not a citizen or civilian nearby, and some Fighters rapidly moving while helicopters moved a few tanks teach, he said. “It’s been so long since we’ve fought a war… It really gets lonely sometimes, Master. Just as you said…”

Viuuum! Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Taka, taka, taka, taka, taka, taka, taka! Vrrrooommm~...

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The same day. 27th year, 8th month, 4th week and 1st day, in the morning.

In the Far East Region, at a little hill of the Palace island, which had now become palace personnel-only. Blauw Ishikyy stood alone atop it, with her long, intricately, exquisitely smooth azure, aquamarine hair, and as her cinnamon skin looked more ravishing and mature at her nearly 17 years old. She held a little ornament-like piece hanging from her collar, which would turn into the device showing her the images of her mother and lover watching her become a tough little girl and then a warrior.

With her fingertips tracing it back and forth, Ishikyy’s smile was beyond-beautiful, defying everything else. Ishikyy’s eyelids narrowed, and her long eyelashes of the same hair color fluttered delicately. Her body looked lithe with the wind caressing it back and forth and sideways, despite wearing her new uniform and armor, thinner than before and of an Earth grade. Although hers had this grade, the others only had the best tools and equipment they could have. She was the assigned supervisor’s apprentice, after all.

She was taller and was already nearing her mother’s height. But although her bosom was still nonexistent, entering Heian Ciemnosc’s top list of his women, not that there was one in reality, her bottom was really… pleasant, supple, and a certain someone’s hands always enjoyed kneading them like they were his toys to calm down. Especially when he was allowed to beat them as much as he wanted with his pale hands.

Bowwbooumb... Rustle! Grab~!

“~...” Ishikyy felt the world go dark for a second before, suddenly, her back was wholly taken by a goddamn tall, pale, pervertedly handsome young man. After his front became glued to her rear, entirely covering every part of her back with his body, his arms wrapped around her stomach, slowly drifting lower and pulling her strongly against him. The notion made her supposedly extra-flexible and comfortable Earth grade armor wring at his command.

“Ahh~, you know I can feel it whole. Are you teasing me?” Blauw Ishikyy gathered enough courage to utter those words in her next satisfied moan. Her left arm was raised to cradle his head from behind as a virile something pressed hard between her attributes. As she did, her hips moved a little higher and backwards, directly placing something fresh and cold but somehow warm meatiness deep between her pants’ rear.

“Or am I too young for you to embrace me? Hm?” Ishikyy teased him back, turning her upper torso around, twisting it, and smiled at the pale face which she just could never feel tired of wanting to bite and grab a many tastes. Heian Ciemnosc grinned momentarily before his deadpan face made her a little excited. He grabbed her wrists and turned her around so her left hip leaned on his front.

“Do you need me to bed you to love me?” Heian Ciemnosc let go of her wrists as she fell on him, and her body became like jelly that quickly warmed up from every pore of her skin. She wore a dumb, retarded smile on her content face as she whispered while placing her knowledgeable hands on his torso. “You just know how to win against me every time. Not only in Mini Warlord, huh? By the way, which rank are you?”

“Oh, Diamond #100, and you?” Heian Ciemnosc contested, palming her right buttcheek a little and making her even more warm and tender. She replied softly, with a meek tone. “I’m barely Gold! Those wives of yours, my big man, are already at a high rank in Diamond, too. How can they do that? Do they have much free time? If you weren’t warring and planning for so long, you would’ve surpassed them already, right?”

“Nah, they are also busy. Not like you. How was your fellas’ wedding? Did they exit their bridals’ chambers after a day?” Heian Ciemnosc changed the subject as he didn’t want to tell this nearly young woman, who already knew who his wives were, along with Shuna, in what kind of ‘missions’ they go to around the world. It wasn’t that easy to tell a Second Step organization how a Third Step organization kills tens of millions every operation and smaller portions every mission. He had those views and spent his own time witnessing massacres to get used to.

“Mm, I see… Soon, I will become Diamond, too. Then, we can meet each other in rankeds without creating a friendly match, and I’ll do my best to beat you.” Ishikyy rubbed her nose in his sternum after she spoke, smelling his scent and giving her brain pleasurable sensations with the bimassage. She appeared so cute… Heian Ciemnosc caressed the back of her head and lightly said, “It’s good that you want to try, mn.”

Bite~, bite. Ishikyy suddenly bit his clothes on his solar plexus. And while she did strike his skin, pulling some of it, she only tasted his fabric. Thus, she climbed his pale body, hugged his neck, and dived her head on his right shoulder. Ishikyy’s teeth sunk into his pale skin as her tongue was left lying on his uncovered skin, tasting it while his skin kept her fangs in position. She closed her eyes and hummed a little, content with the notion.

Heian Ciemnosc let her ‘grab’ his torso like a monkey and bite him. It didn’t hurt him and made her calm down, so he didn’t mind. After several minutes, he slapped her bum many times before she eventually let go of his shoulder, and her lazy, heavy tongue gained vitality and went back into her mouth after growing used to just doing nothing and tasting his skin.

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“You’re a Captain. What are you doing spending time with someone unaffiliated with the army, hum?” Heian Ciemnosc suddenly said, causing her eyes to grow wildly open. She covered her mouth before stopping acting delicately and whispered, “Ah, you heard?”

“Of course I did. Even after you waited a month before your comrades exited their marital chambers, the first thing they did was gloat over your ‘solitude’ time and again. But that doesn’t matter. We can give them a show after the war’s over. Now, you should now go and prepare to become the big star again.” Heian Ciemnosc said, with hidden intentions in his last words as he looked at Ishikyy suggestively.

“I understand. I will be careful…” Ishikyy placed her hands together before her lower belly and nodded. There could be no more dangerous act than going to war with not only another 2 Regions at the same time, well prepared and expecting them, but also with the strongest sea Region in the Eastern Blackotia Kingdom. Then, she looked at Heian Ciemnosc with a burning face and asked him softly, “What did you mean by… a show? How exactly…?”

“...” Heian Ciemnosc said nothing and merely grinned at her questions. Ishikyy’s eyes widened, and her jaws opened widely. She didn’t even bother asking if that would be fine to keep their relationship secret. She only cared about putting that image in her head and replaying it over and over again. Heian Ciemnosc nodded and pulled her towards him with his arm suddenly hooking around her waist and back.

“After the war, we’ll have a meeting with the other 2 Regions, so dress nicely, even if you’re bloody and injured.” Heian Ciemnosc said while picking her hair and moving it to the sides. Ishikyy didn’t complain and kept a resting face until he finished speaking. Then, she commented, “What if I lose a limb? Do I go there armless or without legs?”

“I’ll reattach it to you or form a new one if you lose it,” Heian Ciemnosc said, not needing to speak about his daddy Wrath Nihility Academy founding his daddy's behavior of owning everything. Ishikyy kept the same facial expression but added, ”So, if it’s something like my arms explode, you’ll get me a new one? I don’t have to worry?”

“Oh,“ Heian Ciemnosc nodded, putting her extremely smooth, azure, aquamarine hair behind her ears and rubbing/pinching her nose. Ishikyy’s eyes darted to the left before naughtily saying, “You know… my personal Imperial Teacher… if it’s an arm, or two, I think your cock is nice enough to replace them…”

“...” Heian Ciemnosc was… dumbfounded-ly speechless. His darkest eyes slowly went down from her front hairline to her brightest, cutest azure, aquamarine, big eyes in a robotic rhythm. His pale red lips could only say one thing, “Oh, so you’re into that? Calling me names now? You whispered other words when you were playing with it.”

Seeing his expression, Ishikyy now wore an innocent expression as she said after pouting a little from her lower lips only. “... Is it better if I use Daddy instead?”

Rustle… “... Yeah, the war can wait.” After saying that, Heian Ciemnosc patted his pale hands as if to clean the dust, surprised his Little Ishikyy by lifting her up his chest, and directly unrobed her pants, armor, and panty safety anti-Spirit Sense. Her twat and thick bum were out in the air and before long… Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!

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The same day, several hours later. In the free ocean.

Hundreds of warships traveled together as each followed their respective fleet. The First, Second, Third, Fourth and new Fifth fleets were slowly moving towards the general direction to the south-east free ocean. They were complete, repaired, replenished, even of rockets, and were followed by several massive amphibious fleets. They were under a gray sky that only began turning grayer, close to the night, and with the enemy’s defensive measures at top capacity and visible even thousands of kilometers away.

An enormous shield wall could be seen, extending from the Indomitable Heartspree Region to the Wheel of Presence Region. It was… massive, to say the least. 3 Regions formed a shield wall that only had a few gaps in between their Regional borders, more or less, and at their center. Some sort of civilization could also be noticed around the shores in those gaps, but they were instructed not to attack without confirming first.

As the fleets moved closer and closer to their soon-to-be enemies’ sea territories, they noticed more of what they were seeing. Their radars were enhanced as the overall cultivation base of the Blauw Empire advanced, equally progressing so as to not make them useless when their cultivators’ Spirit Sense was already growing quite a lot. Thus, they realized these were civilians, and not only that, but hundreds of millions, all placed beside the beaches, with breakwaters placed everywhere so no disaster would befall them during the time their cultivators were absent.

Other than that, Fauna seemed distant and hid deep below the water’s surface, not wanting to come up now that the flames of war were dancing in the hearts of the land people. The Empire’s navy advanced through these waters, dividing before entering the Indomitable Heartspree, Eclushisk Contrail, and Wheel of Presence Regions. The first was the Far East Region’s neighbor in the far east across the ocean, while the other 2 were in the far southeast.

While the east was majorly controlled by the Crustaceous Defense Faction, since mountains that ranged from the ocean to inland, and whose height was several kilometers each peak at their north, and some endless hill and their south, the only ways for competing and clashing with other Regions in the eastern side of the ocean was by fighting one another. The Eclushisk Contrail Region and the Wheel of Presence Region fought for benefit, not enmity.

If they were enemies after having the Crustaceous Defense Faction at their north, well protected by natural walls, and the mightiest from all sea Regions, they would have been long turned into the Faction’s puppets. On the other hand, since they weren’t unruly, the Crustaceous Faction wasn’t going to force them down to their knees and make them swear oaths of loyalty. However, it would be better if disorder ensued and they could pacify the pain. However, neither of the 3 was that dumb, and the southern Regions were watching.

As such, even if the Indomitable Heartspree Region somehow fooled the other 2 Regions and made them truly hate each other. The moment its forces chipped in and joined with right or evil causes. The southern Regions would show up, definitely. Especially after the Dragon’s Tail and Phoenix’s Cry Regions seemed to re-establish their old relationship and ended the feud that fueled only discomfort among both Regions’ inhabitants.

Everyone, every Region, every organization within a Region. They had their own problems, history, and drama to deal with. Sometimes, it could last for Eras until a younger generation believed it was enough and fell under the initial strife for changing their ways or ideals and initiating a revolution or civil war with the only objective being… destroying the opposing side.

However, while all 3 sides of this sea Region were with their own troubles, worries, and longings. The most peaceful one was the northern. Although there was enmity among them, they didn’t spend their hundreds of years scheming against each other, trying to pull down the others’ legs. Constantly struggling to gain resources and benefits in ownerless lands and protecting each other’s back from the foreigners on the other sides.

They also weren’t in constant internal strife and inner conflict between Regions’ alliances. It seemed like a joke, but when one looked at the Dragon and Phoenix’s records, anyone would see how repeated their cycle was: recompose unity and strength, unify the Region, contact their neighbor, discuss and debate, ally with their neighbor, suffer from internal strife, lose unity and waste strength on themselves, one side wins and take control of the Region, their neighbor has haughty ideas after seeing them lose, both Regions fight, both Regions lose. Then, everything would repeat, over and over again…

The Phoenix’s Cry Region was the one to keep their unity the most, as they were invaded by their friend-ally-foe Dragon’s Tail Region, the latter always lacking a thorough leader through their history. But when the former was the one to have internal strife and cause the other to reflect and avoid having 2 internal strife situations at once. It became uglier. The Phoenix Cry’s Region was always the bloodiest, merciless, and heartless win-all-or-lose-everything opponent, even more so to themselves.

If there was a reason why neither side ever won in every cycle, it was because of the Phoenix‘s Cry Region’s impudent pride. When they were the invaders to their ally’s Region, the war didn’t end until their younger generation declared a loss, and the Dragon’s Tail Region could only pick their feet and return home to heal the grievous injuries on their bodies, blood, and land. On the other hand, the Phoenix’s Cry Region’s people would sorrow, grieve, and lament until they were tired enough and began regaining strength…

And when the Phoenix’s Cry Region was invaded instead, it wasn’t until the Dragon’s Tail Region realized they just couldn’t win because their numbers are always at least exchange 2 or 3 for 1 of them, as the Phoenix’s Cry Region’s people are too prideful to let their remains rot in their own land at the behest of their enemy’s hands, that they detonated even before nearing their end and rushing at their opponent, sometimes catching a few off-guard.

It was simply bloody and meaningless. But now, it seemed like they were in their allied phase, and would take hundreds of thousands of years before starting a long war to the bitter end. Both Regions were always ruled by a Clan belonging to the exterminated Clan from before, rebuilding and reconstructing what they once thought their home was. Some tried different approaches, but they were, in the end and always, somehow bested by those who followed their ‘something strange’ feeling inside them.

Fortunately, however, Heian Ciemnosc didn’t deny any of the goodwill from these southerners, or the Blauw Empire’s conquest would’ve been slowed to at least 50 years… That wasn’t just for his women in the Empire, right?

… Meanwhile, on one of the Cruisers of the Second fleet moving towards the Eclushisk Contrail Region beaches…

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