Very Mild Security Measures

In Ciemnosc's tent, that very same night.

Rustle, rustle.

The quilt, blankets, and pillows that were all from Ciemnosc's pocket and that each and every single one of them now smelled of Valeria, and quite a lot for that matter, were moved a little as a brand new naked body of Ciemnosc fell on his quilt, and Valeria directly hugged his head onto her tummy. Her smell, already vivid in his tent, became extensively more close, and intimate as he closed his eyes, and his eyelashes were like extra. Little cold spots for her burning skin.

“What’s the matter? Today you fend off the first incursion against our territory. This Little Lake is practically ours. We don’t need to wait for long to build like those mortals.” Valeria felt Ciemnosc’s arms in front of his chest, she pushed him tighter against her, and he made ‘brrs’ on her tummy, making her smile in a silly demeanor from the sensation.

“That’s not it,” Ciemnosc licked her skin a few times before lifting his head up, her small breasts barely covering her beautiful face from below. He added, his tone exhibiting his comfortable state, “There are now many new things to do, and the stronghold is needed for it to work. The Moribund Yearning Cult has pushed the hell back, but the other 2 are sure to be amassing their forces instead. Even joining together doesn’t seem to be unseen at these stages; right now.”

“Mmm, I see,” Valeria nodded lightly a few times, the skin at her back beginning to redden with his nails moving, sliding through her skin and ending up at her small bum, thereon getting groped, molested and squeezed hard while deforming her derriere.

“You’re addicted to ass, huh?” Valeria said, gasping and softly, with her hands going to his arms and propping him up to her to lay with her at the same level. Ciemnosc said in return with his smile dazzling Valeria before she couldn’t resist anymore and looked for his mouth. “Yours is just too good to not grab at all times. You’re my greatest distraction eh.”

“Mmfnh…” With a much more adamant, burning passion tonight, Ciemnosc was assaulted at his mouth, and the image of her quivering legs rubbing her reverse v-shaped outline was a delicacy for his Spirit Sense while both their eyes were fully closed and enjoyed the other’s full mouth head on.

“You can touch me, there,” Valeria opened her eyes as she stopped wantonly kissing him only to get herself breathless and not him. Her actions caused Ciemnosc to open his eyes and he saw the already glassy eyes begging him to do evil to her entire being, body, and mind just for the sake of his enjoyment, pleasure, and intimacy to grow.

“Aah!” His hands slithered down, outlining her ribs at the sides of her body, lying on her left arm and leg, his fingertips moved so sensually to her sides, then hips and then thighs where they stood there and poked for the fine pieces of meat to let his fingertips sink already.

“...~~~!” The sensation had Valeria already trembling in deep anticipation and expecting to be ruthlessly manhandled by him, his fingers emulating an ever so obvious fingering penetration, them even bent or taking a crooked form and reaching deep into her irresistible thighs.

“Gaaasp…” At last, from his seductive and slightly pale skin fingers pert ‘intrusions’ into her thighs, her oh-so-expectant moment of giving the first play of her kitty to Ciemnosc came to be, and his fingers directly wasted no time to probe around the already viscous wet and rosy lips nor tiny nut, directly entering the palpitating hole that made the throbbing of her fat, squishy meaty lips to exist.

“Aagghaaahh!” Valeria’s body shook immediately, her clamping on his fingers opening his lips with a triumphant smile, his smile telling her ‘I still got it’ which was all that she could see amidst her trembling and orgasmic, shaky movement she could barely reach when she worked herself and in very unique days where she got to interact ‘strangely’ with her in the past.

But that smile was all that her eyes would be able to see, as Ciemnosc directly left no time to take a break for the poor, innocent, and virgin young woman. That night, she was turned, tossed, and even thrown around whenever Ciemnosc wanted to eat her, play with her, and slap her skin however he wished - his whole restraining for weeks had been somewhat quenched.

But because Ciemnosc was such a nice person, she didn’t even let her see much of his pee pee during the entire ordeal. It was an all she could enjoy before the last 20 minutes before it was 4 AM. Let alone returning the favor, masturbating him or just touching him, she was completely at his mercy, and he could’ve easily begun raping her into getting her to it. But he’s just too much of a naturally good person that he ended up not doing that and only obeyed her words…

***

Within an unknown terrain to the corps led by the new group, which arrived at the Little Lake from the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect just 2 weeks ago. Close to a forest near the mountains.

There was an encampment that spanned just a few kilometers long, it was really wide, and each tent even had about 10 meters space of diameter left for them, as if in order to ensure calmness and one’s comfort while encamping together.

Just a couple of kilometers away, to the south of the encampment. A long and somewhat wide forest could be visible. And farther behind to the south were the extensively large, gigantic mountains that had been there since the beginning of history. Also another but larger, huge forest at the foot of the first mountain which could be mildly from a distance of more than several thousand meters.

Right now, as the night after 2 days since the attack was made, inside the one and sole tent in the middle of them all with a large corpse flying as if acting like a banner to indicate where the big boss was, a sweaty, dirty and overly exhausted Link Consolidation realm believer with his brown, small robe stood before a tall, brown skin young man’s extremely cloud-dark eyes and a slender body.

His very dark brown hair looked overbearing despite the leader’s tent being so dim, it was quite the powerful image that this person had, and this wasn’t just so for the Link Consolidation realm believer, as even clergy elders in the early stages of the Conflagrate realm were to sweat around this little monster outcast of the upper echelon of the cult.

“Talk already.” Seeing the Link Consolidation believer still gazing mindlessly at himself, the leader spoke out coldly and calmly. The believer then had his eyes open very wide before bowing and then speaking with his head maintained low. “Boss Kinski, I’ve brought a half-dead prisoner with me, this one was just scouting outside of his friends’ sight, and I managed to-”

“Quick.” Kinski, the leader, spoke now with impatience, and he even lowered his chin as if to look into the believer’s scared-to-shit face. The believer half-nodded robotically a lot of times before resuming his speech. An agonizing man wearing the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect’s robes entered Kinski’s tent as the believer began. “Boss Kinski, I brought along an Identification Token from the enemy, it is still working, and I can tell there are notes coming from it about the battle or- or- or about the following procedures of the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect’s group!”

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Passing over a nonagon-shaped object to Kinski, the believer showed that it was indeed true with the object flashing on its blank label a few times every now and then as if from having a lot of notifications pending to read and such a thing is already understood across the 4 major organizations, not just the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect.

“I see,” Kinski’s eyes showed obvious brightness to the realization of the object still working so fine, he took a look at the believer and spoke somberly, “Bring the decipherer— decoder—, leave now.”

“Yes, boss Kinski, thank you!” Knowing he had done well, the believer nodded multiple times yet again before turning around and walking away. The other central believers and core believers who brought the dying young man into his tent nodded respectfully and fearfully before getting out of his tent.

Step, step, step, step…

“You, talk?” Walking over to the dying young man, Kinski lowered his chin and gazed over the bottom eyelashes of his eyes, not even bothering to directly face the dying man on the ground by crouching or just lowering his head a tiny bit more.

“Fuck…you…” The sect disciple, the dying young man, said as his shoulders trembled, seemingly wanting to stand up and fight to kill this obviously great leader everyone respected and feared. It would be a great last effort before dying. But even if he was at his full strength, he would still be at the 8th stage of the Spirit Gathering realm, while this ‘Kinski’ would be at the 10th stage instead.

“How much. What is it that you want which would make you talk, hm? Before your death…” Kinski’s voice was like a knowledgeable man of devils. The dying young man’s eyes wavered even opened slightly furthermore, and his head turned around to look behind Kinski, who was slowly crouching before him.

“...hahh~,” a hot-headed gasp left his mouth, it contained lust and neediness, and the already frowning Kinski had his eyes become colder than the air or water temperature around the Little Lake. In the next moment, Kinski opened up his lips to speak, “You had to give such an ugly response.”

Swish- puk!

With a fast swing, Kinski brought out a needle with its bottom being rather fat, almost half the size of his slender hands as it penetrated deep into the dying young man’s neck with an angle that allowed it to poke out from his left eye in the next moment.

“Ah, Big Brother…!” A little girl’s body ran up to the back of Kinski, making him turn around and speak worriedly while trying to ignore the dead young man’s body, who just now looked at her in a way that made her feel terror and afraid of her life like never before. “Was it because of me, again? I shouldn’t be living with you, I’m making you upset…”

Kinski looked at the little girl, 13 years of age, a damnably cute little loli with blonde hair, creamy golden skin, 1.4 m tall at most, and rushing at him with tear-filled eyes as she extended her arms and hands towards him, longing to hug him and rub her cute face on his stomach. Because she was too smol and could only reach up to there while standing on the same ground level.

“It’s not important…” Kinski said, but he then felt the strange occurrence in the Identification Token placed at a table. Just as he looked at it, the entire thing dimmed down and it gave off a last glow like an analogical image or scene of life slipping away from one’s body.

“Hmm, that’s new.” Kinski felt surprised, quite for that matter, never in history did such Identification Tokens able to not only showcase their owner’s death but even detect it and become totally useless. With a single sweep of his Spirit Sense, he was able to tell all that from just looking at it.

Rustle- pop.

“Big Brother…” From below, Kinski returned to glancing at his front and then lowered his head to gaze at the little girl, her cute face lifted up and her mouth pouty as her lovely curly long hair fell on his forearms and the back of his hands. He lifted his right hand and, without needing to put a smile to ease this cutie. He rubbed the top of her head and said without emotion but softly.

“It’s alright. As long as Little Catherine is alright, nothing else will matter.” Catherine smiled a little when hearing her ‘big brother’s’ words, wiggling her body as she hugged his slender waist, her little fingers barely meeting each other behind him only due to her small body, hence moving both their bodies cutely and in silly motions while hugging.

If a believer, even a clergy elder was to see this image…it would cause nightmares of the little tyrant of the Moribund Yearning Cult behaving as such…

***

The next day after the battle took place at outpost 3, the 15th day, commander Ciemnosc held another mass meeting with the other outposts watching it from their own outpost.

In it, some things were talked about briefly without clearing out much about them. But they were all practically for the good of the corps and that it would be helping the already existing outposts, future ones if they were even needed, and the stronghold itself which was going to begin being built from now on.

It was to be at least 5 times larger than an outpost, already being able to hold a few million inside of it but it wasn’t necessarily like a city. It was more like a fortress, yet it was so obviously damn huge as it would spread through the entire rear of the outposts that were facing the overall east.

In it, there wouldn’t be another garage, but many more things would have to be built, like factories in order to make brand new cars to move in-between the city without needing to spend the resource to move the huge battle-like cars. It was also quite unsophisticated and impractical to use them in the middle of streets that other people would be driving or simply walking on in the future.

Hence, the lookout for materials and the processing of these took ⅓ of the 25,000+ cultivators at the randomized temporary living quarters. While the rest got to work already on the construction of the huge stronghold that would be a few hundreds of kilometers wide and a couple of thousands of kilometers long - it was opt to be a difficult one to defend - but that was what the outposts around were there for.

Meanwhile, Ciemnosc would be creating security measures to ensure that no possible trespasser, however, it might be, would be able to take information or even some material straight out of the outposts or strongholds in the future. For that matter, Ciemnosc had to start inscribing a multitude of arrays, all for security purposes and of the daintiest, most delicate of processes.

Hence, for the next 10 days, Ciemnosc remained in his tent while he attended the early morning meeting in the main tent of the randomized temporary living quarters, despite the walls having already been built and with most buildings already also built being safeguarded by them. Within such, the actual living quarters for the stronghold, which amounted to more than 500,000 directly, became the new home of these sect disciples.

On the other hand, there were already training grounds that were so large they could almost pass out to be a town-sized desolate land, whose construction had yet to begin and which Ciemnosc added after seeing the poor battle strategy developments during the previous battle.

It was just basic training, in truth, as experience and muscle memory had to be trained in the midst of harsh and bloody battles. But even the sect disciples here were lacking. It wasn’t as if they were the worst of the sect, which they obviously weren’t. But they could barely fight together as thousands, barely managing to not injure or kill each other…

In any case, 10 days was all it took for most of the stronghold to be built, and with that, only some types of buildings remained to be completed, while they would be in the thousands still each per type. And it was soon the 25th day since the mission started. Valeria had been the quiet beauty of the stronghold, while in accordance with commander Ciemnosc’s orders, the outpost will have several groups of 1,000 to up to 3,000 people move out of the outpost in order to hunt and maintain the best combat awareness for the sect disciples.

Makis complied. His outpost 3 was pretty damn obedient of commander Ciemnosc’s orders now, be it by intimidation for Makis’s punishment, berating one of the battalion regiments, and/or simply because of his very same order being the reason they were mostly all alive and were now even being trained in the hopes that many fewer mistakes would be committed.

After all, losing 10% of one’s whole forces against someone so much less in numbers, prepared and that was even semi-ambushed - it was outpost 3’s cruelest shame that they suffered, and that made them stand out of the other 2 outposts that were doing just fine and hadn’t been attacked at all for the next several days as well.

Outpost 1 had Ernest as its leader, basically. Though it was more of an unofficial and more spiritual kind of title, as Ciemnosc wasn’t anywhere near feeling it was enough for any outpost to have an actual leader. The only one that wouldn’t need his orders would be the one to be named as a ‘leader’ of sorts.

Yet, Ernesto was quite the very well-accepted spiritual leader of outpost 1, where he had all of his people who had been either accompanying him since time go when he was just a young man on his very first few missions or had been led under him for the last few tens of years.

Hence, he was easily able to gain quite the spot among the other new people he nor his own people knew about. He began holding quite a special place among the entire corps’ sect disciples as they began using more and more the intranet of the outposts and stronghold still in construction.

Outpost 2, however, had its leader been decided by Ciemnosc when the people from subordinate organizations arrived on exactly the 21st day since the start of the mission…it was…

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