First Existences' War, The Frontline Battle (1)

The next day, in the Space Station's central command. Early morning.

This module had been expanded to accommodate over 10,000,000 people seated, surrounding a small space in the middle where screens and hologram devices were all ready to be put into motion. Almost everyone was sitting, and each seat was taken, but some people were still between passageways and standing as they respectfully looked at the people in the middle. Heian Ciemnosc was among the bleachers, with everyone from his inner circle nearby.

To Heian Ciemnosc’s left, Elena sat with an upright back, with many glances moving towards her. She was the Wrath Nihility Academy’s Little Headmaster, after all. Because ever since she showed up yesterday in the Space Station’s one of many ports, countless forums of this younger generation-force debated.

Elena exuded elegance and pride, unlike Heian Ciemnosc, who just sat there in silence in his black outfit. His dark coat attracted some attention, but other than to whisper his name and point at him after recognizing him, Elena stole all the limelight and fervor from the rest.

As the silence started becoming suddenly uncomfortable, the people in the middle finally spoke, beginning their briefing. There were a dozen figures standing, looking at the 10,000,000+ eyes, watching them from every angle. One of them was none other than the Sect Master of the Obscure Orb Sect, Prada.

He is a Blue Elf with reputed, marvelous Darkness elemental affinity. He was known for having incredible sight and having a great talent for Soul. In the world, only beings were superior to him regarding Soul cultivation, and it was even rumored that Sect Master Prada.

Despite what the world knew about the Obscure Orb Sect and their title of the strongest in the Quiongu Fanhui Existence after the Change Merit Trials event, there he was. He looked at the younger generation of this Existence. Every one of them was a powerful and promising seed from everywhere in the world under the Farsighted realm.

“You may have seen their faces already, but look again,” the Sect Master said casually. He didn’t offer a greeting or a preliminary speech. After immediately starting, the digital screens around the center showed what they already knew. Thousands of faces appeared, with details of them describing their strengths, weaknesses, mentality, approximate cultivation base, and singularities.

The faces of some turned ugly, as there were enemies from the other Existence that were too mighty and were eye-catching. For example, while their Existence had many distinguished young cultivators, especially from the Overlord organizations and even the most recent Overlord organization, the other side had 3 people with Special Bodies! And they worked together!

“You must know how much is at risk here,” Sect Master Prada glanced at some of them, including Heian Ciemnosc and other Mythical realm-focused forces. We’ve already distributed the roles of Central Formation-focused and Life-Long realm-focused forces to their objectives. Now, only a few utmost important targets must be decided. Who will target them? Who will throw themselves into the pit to ensure they are annihilated?”

“There are 5 different sections where these Mythical realm-focused younger generation forces will separate and participate in the war. Finding them might be difficult, but they won’t be stupid enough to face those above their jurisdiction.” The Sect Master said, his face turning severe. “There are 8 elite forces of you, fairly small but powerful enough to snake into the war’s flames and find them. You will kill them, ensuring this war is decided rapidly!”

“Now! Who wishes to be against these?!” When the Sect Master said this, a few faces appeared, with a description of their small army, displaying the enemy’s Mythical realm cultivation bases and some Central Formation realm cultivators.

“We will!” A person lifted their hands, and the hundreds of heads around them nodded as if to demonstrate their confidence in dealing with this enemy and in the leadership of the person who lifted their hand. The Sect Master nodded, and everyone knew that information flooded into the volunteers. Their faces became stern as they took upon this task. Anyone could see the information displayed on the screens and realize that the Evergazing Existence’s significant power from the younger generation lay at the Mythical realm of youngsters more than theirs.

“Now, who will choose this one? This one will require 2 of you to cooperate. The enemy’s forces in this group are much larger, and only 1 won’t be enough unless you expect to become a turtle and wait for others to come to save you!” Sect Master Prada continued to relay the other 3 enemy younger generations to target in the coming battle.

… Heian Ciemnosc watched as the 5th enemy group was finally showcased. The 8 small forces the Sect Master spoke of had all been distributed among the 4 targets, leaving only Heian Ciemnosc and his inner circle for the last one. And coincidentally, it was an enemy group that made even the senior apprentice brothers and sisters in the Central Formation and Life-Long realms-focused forces draw ugly faces.

“...” The Sect Master looked in Heian Ciemnosc’s direction, and the latter wasn’t mistaken to think the former was looking at him as if waiting for a response. Heian Ciemnosc didn’t look at the others, but they sneaked glances at him, waiting to see what his words would be because they knew there was no way Heian Ciemnosc would say no to this. He didn’t stay silent because he was dumb.

Heian Ciemnosc stood up smoothly, as if there was no crucial matter to speak of, and said in a seemingly low yet loud enough voice to let all ten million people know his words and conviction. “We can deal with them. I’ll lead this force. I can promise on everyone’s behalf that this objective will be successfully accomplished before a day passes!”

Heian Ciemnosc left a cold feeling in everyone within the central command except for his people. They turned to look at him, and even the Sect Master’s eyes glinted as he rapidly glanced at Pera and the Tenos before he finally revealed a slight trace of smiles and spoke to conclude the meeting. “That will be all… To know this Existence is full of honorable youngsters… This little Sect Master is contented to work with you… Don’t die without letting the other side know it!”

“Huaa!!” The central command roared, and Heian Ciemnosc felt a little bit of… blood boiling sensations? He calmed himself and sat back down with a grin, kinda feeling embarrassed for those emotions. Even when he had grown after a couple decades, he was still a living being.

“Disperse!” The Sect Master nodded, grunted with conviction, and spread his arms before shouting. Immediately, the several gates opened, and everyone stood up, saluted the leading figure in their entire Existence, and turned to walk out of the central command.

“Husband…” Elena looked at Heian Ciemnosc. He stopped his motion to stand up and looked at her. Her right hand clipped his dark coat’s sleeve and looked at him with a look of her own…

… 40 minutes later, only 20 minutes were left before all spaceships left the Space Station. And as for the remaining vast majority of the younger generation’s forces. They were anchored in space behind the Space Station, facing the Evergazing Existence. However, while even Heian Ciemnosc’s forces have checked and reassured they were a million times ready, thrilled to fight as Crimsonbreaking Faction’s face under the entire world again… their leader and his wife were nowhere to be seen.

Plop… rustle… plop.

In a slow, sensual repetition that had drowned both leaders into unending pleasure, Heian Ciemnosc sat on a toilet with his legs spread and the lid open. Meanwhile, Elena went up and down with her legs further spread. Heian Ciemnosc had set a concealment array formation and even used his dark Neutral Energy to constantly feed it power, enhancing it continuously.

Elena’s pants were gone, which were part of her armor, but her uniform underneath her breastplate acted like a skirt, covering their interconnection as she kept self-impaling herself up and down on him. Heian Ciemnosc occasionally grabbed her hips but mostly let her do the work as she slowly yet irresistibly mounted him.

“...” As silence emanated, and only the slight, lascivious noises between their intimate parts sounded slightly and squishy, tender yet obscene. Heian Ciemnosc looked at his wife, and her brown eyes looked at him, narrowed and dreamily. She felt his gaze, and her mind trembled, knowing something was on his mind. So, she breathlessly spoke, “What is it?”

“Bringing me to pure lust before a great battle is to ensue,” Heian Ciemnosc answered, smiling from the left corner of his mouth. He attracted Elena’s attention, which she didn’t fight, gripping him tighter instead, making him breathe raggedly a couple times. He smiled from ear to ear and calmly and quietly said, “I don’t know if you’re a romantic or a battle-lusted maniac.”

“... huff~!” Elena leaned forward, pressing her chin on his forehead before lowering her face to look at him with downturned eyes, as he looked at her with upturned, darkest eyes instead. She breathed onto his face, into his nostrils, gasping mouth, and said after licking his lips from the bottom lip to his philtrum. “My, maybe both.”

“...!” Heian Ciemnosc grinned. He took Elena’s hips and viciously pulled her down on him, making her eyes lose focus and divert out of pleasure. She sat on him, and they both went silent with the tremendous moment of intimacy. Elena then slowly lifted her ‘skirt’ to reveal her mound of venus and behemoth-engulfing, hungry lower mouth.

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She resumed her earlier movements, squatting on Heian Ciemnosc’s crotch as the enormous thing went out and inside his wife, pleasuring him as she brought herself to another flow of ecstasy. Heian Ciemnosc was also reaching that moment, and the open lid below his thighs showed they had already half-filled it with their juices.

Elena’s sight of looking down at her vulva as she ate Heian Ciemnosc’s prick caused Heian Ciemnosc’s darkest eyes to tremble a few more moments before he was finally unable to keep it any longer, and Elena arched her neck upwards in pure bliss as she bit her lower lip. After facing the ceiling for 10 seconds, her legs started trembling, and Heian Ciemnosc groaned as he was furtively milked.

They remained in the same position as she stuck her pelvis to him. When she stood up slightly, bountiful ounces of his sperm oozed out as if Fighters came out of a spaceship, falling into the toilet’s mouth. Elena separated the overly stimulated, thankful tip and placed her hands on his shoulders. Her previously pale, now pink, and exhausted petals let the pale monster go with several streams of forcibly pulled-out cum trailing lines between them and Heian Ciemnosc’s penis.

Elena gazed into his eyes silently before she smugly grinned, “I won.”

. . .

It was time to set off. Everyone was waiting after receiving a notification from the central command. Only 1 minute before moving out! By now, Heian Ciemnosc had already joined his force, and the Crimsonbreaking Faction’s Large Flotilla, temporarily under his command, was at ease when he finally did. He didn’t appear like before, so fashionably, but simply walked into the Low Battleship’s central command.

“Thrusters, start the deployment,” Heian Ciemnosc said as he looked ahead, standing in his commander’s spot. The female reporter stood at his side and wore a serious, professional expression as the Low Battleship undocked from the port and started floating with its thrusters, maintaining it stagnant in one place.

“The minute’s over, sir. Should we proceed?” The reporter suddenly said after a few more seconds as the piloting experts were starting to become idle and could only wait for further instructions. Heian Ciemnosc nodded but calmly added to elaborate. “Move 2 Cruisers and a third of the Frigates to the front of the formation. Set!”

“Yes, sir,” the female reporter said in a low, almost whispering voice. It didn’t need to be replied to as his orders were immediately arranged, and 2 Cruisers and a third of the Large Flotilla’s Frigates moved to the front before everyone advanced.

Heian Ciemnosc watched as the hundreds of spaceships around him also moved. Several routers were traced in the screens around Heian Ciemnosc. There were more than 17 different angles that Heian Ciemnosc had to revise all the time, and this was when they were in an exceptionally safe spot like the Space Station is.

The reporter beside him looked at him from the upper left corner of her eyes, analyzing Heian Ciemnosc to see if he would feel overwhelmed, but he wasn’t. The reporter wasn’t just a new attendant and had worked directly under some Third Step commanders due to her contributions and helpful aid during any situation. Only the upper echelons knew why she was put here with a first-timer, even if it was the young black monster.

“...” Yet, as the reporter examined Heian Ciemnosc, her discerning eye told her he wasn’t just calm. Even if many more screens were opened, as this Low Battleship could, he might not batter an eye… She suddenly felt proud of serving a totally young, capable, decisive man who could do the work others shied away from.

“We’re moving out of the port… all our forces have undocked.” A piloting expert said, reporting to Heian Ciemnosc as he nodded, and he leaned his head to his assistant, and placed his hand on her lower back. The young woman’s eyes widened, but she only nodded and sternly looked at Heian Ciemnosc before taking a clipboard out of her Covert Space bags and hurrying out of the central command. Her device was pure technology, but an array formation only recognized the eyes and Spirit Sense of those in charge.

“Turn the beacon on. No need to hide or fear anything.” Heian Ciemnosc crossed his arms and ordered. A few piloting experts nodded and gulped before activating something. Suddenly, one of Heian Ciemnosc’s radars around his commander’s spot showed his Low Battleship, within his Large Flotilla, brighter and with an image and hidden information that only those under his command could decipher appeared above his spaceship’s icon.

Then, many more spaceships suddenly sent ‘links’ through the radars, which the piloting experts dealing with direct communications systems and chain command procedures got busy with. Before long, hundreds of spaceships moved towards him. At this moment, Heian Ciemnosc nodded to himself and ordered again.

“Move to our spot. Everyone’s aboard… Welcome our incomplete Fleet,” Heian Ciemnosc said. His last few words startled the central command, but they flawlessly continued to work. Their heads were slightly lifted. And as they gazed into the screens that anyone could see at the walls or before them. Their blood boiled, and their hearts thumped as saliva constantly ran down their throats.

“Sir… it’s… my honor!” - “This will be… the beginning of something, haha. Alright!” - “Damn… it’s actually like we’re leading an Incomplete Fleet… Young black monster is awesome!”

“Clear comms!” The female reporter returned, storming into the central command as the chatter finished. Heian Ciemnosc gave her a nod, and just seconds after her, several citizens carried boxes inside the module. Heian Ciemnosc rapidly went through them and satisfyingly nodded again. The reporter sighed in relief before gesturing the citizens to leave.

The citizens looked at the tall Heian Ciemnosc, pale and irresistibly handsome as the ‘legends’ told. They were just stories and recounts of his achievements… but those tales were much more in non-cultivators’ brains. Besides, rumors and evidence pinpointed Heian Ciemnosc fucks their boss, so.

They solemnly saluted Heian Ciemnosc before departing. Heian Ciemnosc looked at the boxes carried inside on serving tables, and with those boxes were obscure purple in color. There were 6 of them, and he just confirmed it was 2 different flora with 3 of each.

“Everyone’s in position, sir. Moving to our spot… we’re expected to arrive in 1 minute 3 seconds,” another piloting expert said. Heian Ciemnosc looked at everything and instantly read through those actions. The coordinates, all the spaceships of his inner circle, forming this semi-incomplete Fleet, small force, and the distance between them and the spot.

In space, from a far point of view, a long column of at least several hundred kilometers was composed of the Quiongu Fanhui Existence’s younger generation forces. However, one way or another, these were the only military forces that mattered as only they could decide the outcome of this game war the Heraxle Clan had put them through.

Several Flotillas and individual spaceships moved to consolidate that column even more. Those lonely spaceships or smallish spaceships that couldn’t complete a Small Flotilla were from itinerant cultivators. While they wouldn’t give their lives up instead of cultivating to survive, the benefits and spoils of war they’d receive if they lived and won were immense. Otherwise, no matter which side won, they would live the same.

Before the column, several portal-like rings separated into different sections as the borders of the Existence became transparent, and the other side could be seen. However, while the other side was no longer the Quiongu Fanhui Existence, it similarly wasn’t the Evergazing Existence.

This was just an empty space with little to no resources and where many asteroid rains would emerge to turn into dust in a matter of decades. For this war, the Heraxle Clan dispatched an existence to ensure no such thing happened. Otherwise, it might make these dangerous things fly towards the other Existences and create numerous tragic accidents that could have been avoided.

These rings weren’t actual portals, but they would teleport spaceships forward. While the in-between of Existences was virtually empty, its distance was at least 50 weeks if taking a Fighter speed, and about 10 weeks just to reach the other side. And this was without stopping, which was virtually impossible without a Mothership or a Carrier at the very least.

These portals would send them ⅔ into the empty space territory. Then, the forces would continue for a few hours before meeting each other and battling to the death and utter destruction of the other. There was nothing else to opine. It was an Existence against another. While it wasn’t one of those archaic racial wars from yore. It was still a place where only death was welcomed.

The waiting time before both sides found each other wouldn’t be small since both parties’ speed would be enhanced by the rings, allowing them to reach the battlefield as soon as possible. There were no official limitations to this, but it would become a war whenever one side decided it was enough waiting.

“... We are in position, commander,” a piloting expert said as he worked hard on the panels before him before turning his head back to stare at Heian Ciemnosc. Heian Ciemnosc nodded and placed his hands behind his back. Just as he considered waiting for a minute before sending a message to the Space Station central command, Sect Master Prada appeared at the column’s front, which Heian Ciemnosc’s force was just a few tens of kilometers away from.

The Sect Master wore a blue robe with black in its interior, looking like an umbrella robe with only a smallish but long cone showing his front body. Heian Ciemnosc and everyone paid attention as the Sect Master was brief and terrifying but also boosted the battle spirit in their hearts.

“The Heraxle Clan has decided 82 hours shall be enough to decide a victor! If there’s none, this war will be unfolded all out! No place in our Existence will be safe!!” The Sect Master’s words dragged on a little. “It’s been barely 2 decades since the 10 year war finished. I don’t know about them… but I won’t let my Existence suffer another cruel war!”

“They’ve said 82, but I want this finished before 40 hours! If you can do that, continue ahead! Death will await you. If you don’t, wait back there until your sorry bodies grow heavier the more you watch your homes burning and dying! Now, go!!” The Sect Master didn’t wait for a response and immediately flashed to the side, seemingly returning to the Space Station, arching from their front to their left wing and finally to their rear.

“Send a message ahead, open up for us. We’ll… lead the 4th ring!” Heian Ciemnosc commanded. His piloting experts were taken aback, but they soon completed his instruction, and the reporter nodded before facing Heian Ciemnosc. “Commander, the 4th ring’s first force to enter has responded. They said they’d follow young black monster. Should we proceed?”

“Go ahead!” Heian Ciemnosc ordered. Immediately, his Low Battleship elevated from the column. This was an unusual move, but as his piloting experts notified his force almost in under 2 seconds entirely, they confidently moved outside their spots and flew above the column to the front.

Many eyes looked towards them, but all they could express from their eyes was respect. And as they watched them stop at the front, leading towards the last ring, on their right wing, they grew severe. This was… war! No games… not for them… And definitely not conquest… But pure, open space battle, indiscriminate… war!

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