Flash Battle!

After dinner, Heian Ciemnosc walked to his bedroom section while the other Team members went to their own. Riquel didn't return to his military column. But that was just as expected. On the other hand, Heian Ciemnosc wasn't the only one to cultivate, but he was the most diligent. As soon as dinner was over, he sat on his bed cross-legged with corpses littering around him, well preserved and with still a few years before nature retakes them. Their Souls were already dissipated, and the pure energy they unleashed upon death was lost, but Heian Ciemnosc never vehemently needed the latter to cultivate through devouring.

Heian Ciemnosc was just clearing his mindset and started cultivating the ordinary way when he heard Sara fidgeting around in his inner self, but he decided to ignore it for now. He continued meditating until the things in his mind were repassed enough times to his liking to open his eyes, lower his hands to rest on his knees and grab a corpse from his left. It was a complete carcass of a Light realm 1st stage cultivator. He had to start big.

‘What is it?’ Heian Ciemnosc mentally asked. Sara stopped moving around and did a last ‘dance’ by spinning her body in the endless pure darkness before lifting her arms and looking up as if that was where Heian Ciemnosc’s face, looking at her, was. “I just never imagined there would be so little… so little to wait.”

‘Are you talking about the Motherblood Expiritus?’ Heian Ciemnosc asked, opening his jaw and getting a mouthful of flesh, bone, and veins. Sara made a face before smoothly shaking her head with her eyes closed. “No, or… Well, you can take it that way.”

‘Hmm,’ Heian Ciemnosc munched as Sara seemed to think about what to say. He waited, and Sara spoke with a softer, more feminine tone, with her lips barely moving. “You must know you made quite the noise when you wholly devoured that ‘failed’ Kingdom, right? I’ve been thinking about it. In the previous Changes I lived through… these kinds of things started happening after 100,000 years, more or less.”

“It’s usually a slow growth. But things like the Interchanging Dust Dynasty trying to become a Fourth Step organization would be seen by anyone in the Universal Lands. Even more now that its Universal Land has separated into different factions. But now…” Sara stretched her arms, still above her head, and continued. “They have also initiated the first encounter between several hundred organizations. That’s about a few billion soldier units if total war unfolded.”

‘Only Godly organizations have the ability to do that and expand throughout the world. That’s why only they can expand, but Third Step or lower organizations, even if capable, can only limit themselves to the Kingdom they’re in. If not, thousands of organizations, for as strong as they might be, would be wiped out by other organizations of even lower caliber than them.’ Heian Ciemnosc thought, naturally sharing it with Sara, even if he didn’t mean to, as he continued to munch on more parts of the corpse, and his body was filled with pure energy, slightly overwhelming him.

‘Only when a Godhood nature Supreme Kingdom has become a Fourth Step organization’s home, and they have a Godly Space Station, can an organization allow themselves to send hundreds of millions of soldier and auxiliary units to battle. Be it in that very same Kingdom, within the Galaxy, the Universe… or in a conjoint operation like this one.’ Heian Ciemnosc added, following not long after a short pause. ‘But while Godly organizations can technically expand to other Universes, only the strongest, like the Obscure Orb Sect and the Phosphorescent Flower Sect, can actually do it.’

‘While the Interchanging Dust Dynasty is genuinely too powerful and young, they cannot afford to lose these many units or time outside their home. They don’t have a space station. Let alone a Godly Space Station. If they want to take the same step and be recognized as a future leading figure in the upcoming contest for nature, they need to become a Fourth Step organization in under 100,000 years.’ Heian Ciemnosc said while holding a wrist like one would a sandwich.

“That’s exactly my point!” Sara yelled, thundering within his inner being slightly. Heian Ciemnosc wasn’t bothered and even nodded sideways while enjoying the meal. His tummy rumbled with refining pure energy. Sara continued, in a half-composed tone, “They don’t have that time, not now, as they’re waiting for a prematurely ripe Motherblood Expiritus, and not in the world! Things are moving too fast. Not even I can deduce the next large battle to ignite a tremendous conflict worldwide. If I can’t, and your Master can’t, who can?!”

“...” Finally, Heian Ciemnosc felt like he understood something. His mouth stopped moving as blood and veins remained between his teeth, streaming and tangled from and around them. He looked down and seemed in a trance, but Sara could feel the energy fluctuations he was going through and smiled, letting him experience and think on his own.

‘It’s… it isn’t a simple error, right?’ Heian Ciemnosc became interested. His knowledge-slutty self became exposed to desire. Sara nodded and gave small ‘ahas’ before becoming quiet to let Heian Ciemnosc mentally speak, and he did. ‘The Motherblood Expiritus didn’t just start gaining more pure energy cultivation efficiency… It is simply… ‘birthing’ faster than previous because of the new Change?’

‘But… why? There isn’t such a thing. Nature might transmute a being and even an object from being eroded by Elements, pure energy, and luck. But why would such an advanced, exceedingly rare, and precious existence like the Motherblood Expiritus be affected by such simple things?’ Heian Ciemnosc became hella interested, and he couldn’t stop himself anymore.

Standing up, Heian Ciemnosc walked back and forth in circles around his bed. He still ate the corpse he grabbed before, though. As he munched, his free hand gestured as his mind thought. ‘A failed Kingdom can’t return to become a Kingdom, but after they are gone, there’s a chance of their seed forming again somewhere in the world. That’s one of the handful things the world knows and has proven Mother Nature to act upon.’

‘But it has always been something for the future generations. For a future where only the beings would see from the moment it formed. Never has it occurred that Mother Nature helped something like the Motherblood Expiritus grow faster, mutate, or evolve. This would be the first time… Sara, are you sure your senses were right? The Motherblood Expiritus will become ripe before a year?’

“Yes, I am sure, Heian Ciemnosc.” Sara said without any bit of insecurity after hearing all that. Only then did Heian Ciemnosc feel some kind of pressure. Not just because of the Motherblood Expiritus’s upheaval in the land around it when it blooms but because of the sensation that his thoughts on cultivating at ease might not be achieved.

“Look, you’re doing great. Maybe not as fast as other Chosens I’ve peek before you were even born, but nobody, not even that Great Sage, could be as powerful as you. You know what that means? It means you’re something a Change like this needs. If you weren’t here, and whatever was supposed to happen happened, I’m afraid it would’ve left the entire world devastated. Never had the Change been this hectic after a dictator was overcome, taken down, or passed away along with its history.”

‘Really?’ Heian Ciemnosc only had others’ writings to compare, but he was too clever to believe in them blindly. There have always been rumors of the world’s honest scriptures being torn apart, burnt, or erased from the world before they made it into the public. It wasn’t strange, considering the surviving, mightier party wouldn’t want to let the world know things that might make things more difficult for them, one way or another.

Of course, Heian Ciemnosc didn’t have such scriptures or writing that weren’t only from the victor’s side. However, he had something no one in the world’s thorough history had, or even knew existed. A lolita hidden inside his inner self without a physical body but not entirely just a Soul, yet not a Sub Fauna. Sara.

“Mhm,” Sara rested her face on her hands again, as she usually does, and blinked cutely before continuing. “The moment I saw you, I felt it. After being with you for decades, I know it.”

‘... You’ve been watching everything I do, huh?’ Heian Ciemnosc grinned and dropped his bum back on the mattress. Sara lifted her left eyebrow and faced the ceiling with her front body. “Are you sure this is a good time to get all riled up? Aren’t you too busy cultivating? And eating those things?”

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‘...’ Heian Ciemnosc looked down at the corpse, whose only remains was a layer of flesh, and became pensive. He internally looked at Sara, who slightly pouted, and said as he finished it. ‘I can use my Vocón Link and not eat them from now on if you dislike it.’

“Hm? Well, sure… it’s not that, really. But… Ah~, sigh… Maybe you’ll understand once you grow up.” Sara said, somewhat confusing Heian Ciemnosc. He asked her, ‘Grow up… more?’

“Grow upper!” Sara’s childish behavior came to light, and Heian Ciemnosc grinned, but her little face became infuriated! However, she wasn’t counting on Heian Ciemnosc having a trump card of trump cards under his dark sleeves. He appeared in his inner self and let his dark tail and Vocón Link out to eat another 2 corpses of the Breaking Point realm. His body within himself opened his arms towards Sara and put on a bastardly, pervertedly handsome face with a grimace.

“Sara, you love me. When I grow stronger, I will find a way to feel the world without needing a body. Then, I can present you to my wives, my family, and my people will know I have another perfect, astounding… amazing wife.” Heian Ciemnosc’s words smoothly drilled through the small-bodied’s chest, making her eyes fully open without her knowing.

“What love? Have I not been using you so that you can bring me to my world? I still need to save it, after all…” Sara dropped her eyes, but her heart was still affected, and it could be seen from how her chest heavily pumped, even if slowly. Heian Ciemnosc looked at her eyelashes, as it was the only feature near her eyes he could see, and stepped forth. His left index finger’s side lifted her chin, and she looked at him with downturned eyes.

“You’ve always cared the most about my cultivation,” Heian Ciemnosc said, closing in on his future wife. His calm, quiet, and soft voice became soul-stealing, terrifyingly seductive, and charismatic, with some hoarseness and slow drag. “Alyona and Hong Mei are my protectors, care for me, desired me… and we were drawn to each other after meeting. Elena wasn’t my intention, but she turned into my wife and made me her husband. Ah.”

“But you’re the one who has always been closely watching me cultivate, supervising every little step I made. Being there despite not wanting to let me know. Oh. You thought it could work without me knowing, as you reside in my inner self? Aren’t you silly still? No matter what kind of person you truly are, before me, I can see through everything.”

“Nn…” Sara softly groaned and turned her head sideways, but Heian Ciemnosc lifted his hands and grabbed her wrists, to which she rapidly turned to face him, and only a couple millimeters separated the tips of their noses. Heian Ciemnosc continued. He wasn’t finished yet. “You became mine when your body was bouncing under me, and your legs held me. You’re my woman, but to be my wife, you’ll have to wait for me to do whatever I want so I can make it happen. Until then… even after I save your hometown, you’ll be chained to me.”

“...” Sara’s eyes remained neutral, not becoming unfocused or trembling, as Heian Ciemnosc looked at her so up close and said those inconceivable words. Her stance faltered after several minutes, and she sighed as she softly threw her head backwards. Her eyes closed, and she seemed vulnerable. “Sigh, ah… We were just talking about something important. Why did you have to make my body like this?”

Sara looked down, eliciting Heian Ciemnosc to do the same as Sara’s body became nude with a single thought on her part. The bare skin Heian Ciemnosc has eaten several times since the first bite was there for his taking, and a moist spot marked the treasure. “You’ve tainted it. It’s broken now… Make it better~?”

Sara’s words fell as Heian Ciemnosc’s muscular, long arms embraced Sara’s back, and a mattress and bedsheet appeared to rest on her back. Their faces met each other smoothly, with their jaws opening as teeth, tongues, lips, and saliva met the other without order and flamboyantly, wishing to make a mess of scent, texture, and taste. Meanwhile, Sara brought her hands lower and lower as Heian Ciemnosc kept his lower naked body glued against her. They went really down.

This time, Sara didn’t want to be left to rest until she had to sleep and recuperate her composure. Heian Ciemnosc couldn’t exhaust the ‘energy’ that kept her awake, which she had to slumber from every few months, but he could make her want to hide under the sheets for ages.

The things they did… were those normal? So naughty… and filthy pleasurable!

. . .

7 months and 2 weeks later, at the beginning of the 3rd week.

The days went on however Heian Ciemnosc wanted. At least that only affected him. He would cultivate with utmost efficiency from night to morning, whose speed and results were higher than any other cultivator would have during the same amount of time taken. From the morning to the early night, Heian Ciemnosc would prepare food and progress on his road to becoming an accepted black monster throughout the Crimsonbreaking Faction. Then, he would converse and talk about life with Sara at times.

Heian Ciemnosc’s dishes became stupidly famous after the first week he let his fellow comrades eat a serving. Needless to say. After the Team Heian Ciemnosc belonged to was under debriefing for several hours, Heian Ciemnosc could only promise 1 dish every 2 weeks because he couldn’t work alone for so many people and with so few tools and items.

Thus, Heian Ciemnosc was slowly gaining more grunts, but his favorability in everyone’s hearts was also boosted. He could take such an exchange. Thus, Heian Ciemnosc made meals for tens of millions of cultivators every 2 weeks, which he didn’t spend much time on as he let others know. It was tough, but only when he started. Afterwards, Heian Ciemnosc could get many things done and continue doing them after a few days while he focused on cultivating wholeheartedly. But the Team was sent to the battlefield to ambush more rats.

While the enemy scouting groups weren’t getting more clever, and they could only guess whenever they saw a strange architecture rush towards them. The coalition’s moving speed and the proficiency to kill off those enemy scouting Teams increased exponentially.

The enemy was also not as many as the first field of ‘rats’ had been. They were between 100 to 200, and not 500 groups of scouts like in the first case. Thus, a different tactic was elected. The ambushing Teams would still make the first move, but the other Teams meant to directly confront the enemy would act shortly after the ambushing teams and once the enemy was confirmed to be surrounded.

It was highly functional, and without the enemy knowing they were all exposed, they were clueless until they saw every one of their countermeasures neutralized, taken down, and turned into useless scrap before the coalition’s forces.

However, the coalition had to send a quick Team whenever a fleeting rat tried to survive so they could tell the tale and alarm not only the other enemy scouts but also the enemy’s leading figures. But even with the 100% success rate of avoiding such things from happening, the group of scouts the coalition confronted weren’t all of them.

The coalition’s mobile base was like a bunch of long, thick, and wide streets glued to a moving rock. Sometimes, it spun as it advanced. Other times, it simply spearheaded through and stopped to let the Teams take the enemy out in under a day.

The coalition’s base could move around 200,000 kilometers per day as long as it was at least 20 hours moving. It could be further enhanced temporarily by array formations and Elemental Arts. However, these were immensely costly. More so than when the platforms weren’t complete, which was 2 weeks after the coalition embarked on this semi-race towards their objective.

Thankfully, the Tortoise Glabella Pavilion was kind to send so many mighty warriors with their intact Covert Space bags pretty alive, although their bodies and Souls were practically gone. The coalition even started seeing Tortoise Glabella Pavilion’s emblems after nearing the last 10 million kilometers before their goal.

Days went by, and the coalition got used to moving, killing, living relaxedly, and repeating. Heian Ciemnosc continued cultivating. He was unstoppable. Even Beto couldn’t force Heian Ciemnosc to spend more time with them other than a few dinners every week when he returned from the First Step cultivators’ kitchens or randomly when he exited his bedroom section.

Heian Ciemnosc’s cultivation base had achieved an astounding Soul Spirit realm 10th stage. His bodily strength had gained progress through the fights through the weeks. So far, the only thing Heian Ciemnosc needed was the opportunity to breakthrough, just as any ordinary cultivator would try to find through alchemy products, in fights, or furiously cultivating. However, Heian Ciemnosc only had to keep fighting. He didn’t know any other way to keep doing what was already working and seemed efficient.

… On this day, Heian Ciemnosc cultivated in his bedroom section. Cara’s bedroom sounded like a heavy object kept bouncing on her damaged mattress but never stopped until the next day. It was still going, but it could hardly bother Heian Ciemnosc. His cross-legged position was solid and unmovable, as his dark tail and Vocón Link devoured the last 2 corpses he had after the last week, which the enemy scouting groups seemed to retreat since.

Knock, knock. Heian Ciemnosc heard a knocking sound from the ground, as the ‘doors’ were fabrics, and opened his eyes as his body incorporated the pure energy into his body and instantly refined to become his. Or even… faster than instantly…

“What is it?” Heian Ciemnosc asked. Ruo Wei’s voice sounded from the other side, “Hey, stinking monster. You ought to attend a meeting with the other commanding officers. Beto has already gone there. It’s urgent. Don’t dawdle anymore. You’ve already proven yourself. 10th stage, few can believe it. Only we can understand it, but it doesn’t mean we won’t beat your ass later. Go and attend that meeting!”

“...” Heian Ciemnosc grinned, his calm, indifferent, and even slightly cold face becoming relaxed and in a good mood. He picked up his dark coat, put it on while wearing nothing below, and ‘opened’ the ‘door’ to face Ruo Wei, who scrutinized his muscles before nodding in approval.

“Mn, now I understand. It’s no wonder so many harlots visit us. If my Beto could find a body tempering Art, he could also bring me out of our bedroom and clean me in the showers while I lay unconscious.” After Ruo Wei said that, Heian Ciemnosc embarrassingly smiled. He sighed silently and promised her, “I’ll pick one for your future husband when we come out of this place. The Celestial should be… very understanding of your torment. I’m sure.”

Thud! “Just go already.” Ruo Wei blushed slightly. Punched Heian Ciemnosc’s chest with her semi-closed right fist and said in a low, kinda cute tone. Heian Ciemnosc grinned from the left corner of his mouth, like a mothefucka, and walked out of the tent.

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