A 3-Way Storm Is Approaching

Outpost 2 ended up in the 'hands' of Shidar and Li Saer. Though the second one was like an extra since he was always glued to Shidar at all times like her protective dog. On the 21st day of the mission, she was sent to not to— 'hers now' —outpost 2, but she was also to lead a convoy with 80,000 Spiritual Ligament realm, Spiritual Condensation realm, and Link Consolidation realm cultivators from other organizations to help in the other outposts from the entire Self-Mutilating Honores Sect's organizational territory.

In total, 220,000+ cultivators ranging from the Spiritual Ligament realm to the Link Consolidation realm arrived at the stronghold after passing through the outposts, and some directly arrived at the stronghold without knowing what was up with the ‘small’ strongholds they saw while driving through and being brought here.

This was all that the weaker and small other organizations in the organizational territory of the sect could amount to, it was at least so for the first 3 weeks, and besides, nobody wanted to send the utmost elite of their own small organizations to possibly die right away on a failure of a mission.

Yet, they were right away bombarded with rules by the seeemi disciplined sect disciples of the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect by the rules that they had to follow. Consisting of the very first rules, which were about going in and out of the stronghold and the outposts, they were basically housewives now, as they didn’t have any Identification Token from the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect and only those with a legitimate one could go through it after reporting to said outposts and strongholds.

However, to them, if they wanted to come in they would have to wait until a squad went over to where they were in a car and manually open up the way for the outsiders to get in, escorted by the squad in the car all the way to the outpost or stronghold either by driving them or going at their foot-speed level; depending on how many there were and if they cared enough to bring them in fast. It wasn’t a rule for the sect disciples to be their chauffeur anyway.

And they also couldn’t bring many people outside, at most, about 100 squads, due to the already ‘low’ quantity of sect disciples placed in each outpost and the stronghold, as well as the dire need of all of them to defend said outpost.

There were many tactics for defending an outpost even in the worst-case scenario, where the stronghold could lend some help as well without exposing their real ‘base’, but that was naturally not needed for the moment, and it would only be made use of when the time came.

For outposts 2 and 3, they were given 30,000+ cultivators from the subordinate organizations. They were by far the most needy and also had a good but not enough grasp on the situation and the norms and regulations that Ciemnosc was clearly implying into ‘his’ corps’ system.

Meanwhile, Ernesto was the one to understand those norms and rules the best from the 3 outposts, and if it wasn’t already obvious how they would both always seek advice from him while trying not to bother their commander Ciemnosc. Then the fact that their commander sent ‘only’ 20,000+ cultivators from the subordinate organizations demonstrated how and to what level Ciemnosc placed his ‘lot’ when he sent that last portion of cultivators to outpost 1.

In the same day that the outpost entered the stronghold was the same day they were told of the rules, followed by being separated into groups with the larger 140,000+ portion of the 220,000+ cultivators then being placed for the stronghold. While the other 80,000+ cultivators were sent to the rest of the outposts.

There wasn’t time to train them all for what they were going to be useful for, and could only make sure that the newly arriving weaker cultivators would first get to rapidly acclimatize to the corps, and Ciemnosc’s still feebly believed in leadership.

Then, for the next 4 days, they were trained to do what would be processing materials and building the ongoing constructions of the whole stronghold still to be built. They were trained ‘properly’ to say the best of it. Punishments were there, alright, and the cranky, ill-humored weaker cultivators, who were just processing materials and being taught the blueprints’ reading as well as their very own experience of the sect disciples to the subordinate cultivators.

And whenever there was a ‘cool dude’ or ‘gal’, there was a punishment that either had to do with being whipped, intimidated, or excessive exercise once for some little time that was enough to tire them out half a day before recuperating by cultivating.

For a cultivator to feel hopeless, unable to move, and tired from just ‘exercising’ it was indeed something brand new as a show of power from the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect’s disciples. Not really understand yet that these were punishments and not brainless, straight-up bullying.

In any case, whether they noticed or not, the subordinate cultivators became more and more tame as those 4 days’ 25 hours per day passed by. Mistakes went from being made every now and then every few minutes to there not being any in hours by the 4th day. And though that was worse than what the sect disciples could do even on their first day, it was enough for these subordinates to start helping build the stronghold.

Before in the first days after the randomized temporary living quarters of back then were almost emptied out by more than ¼, the workload had increased to the lesser 25,000+ sect disciples. But now, and so obviously, with the arrival of these subordinate cultivators, the 170,000 cultivators working to move, process and construct the stronghold were many times much faster than ever.

Meanwhile, the subordinate cultivators at the 3 outposts were now more at ease, being capable of sending their teams hundreds of kilometers away to scout every day and actually getting some fine pieces of information when getting back ‘home’ to their outposts to relay them.

Their technology and current array formations allowed them to communicate with each other. But Ciemnosc’s strange rules were of basically just reporting to each other if they were still alive every 20 minutes, and that was to one another as they scouted their respective areas before such overall, general information would then reach the leader scout who would then report that everyone was alright, and everything was still in order before the 21st minute arrived since the 20th minute.

Mostly, they could allow themselves to spend this much manpower to the outside of their outpost’s territory to scout thanks to the newcomers who were in charge of keeping everything clean, orderly, and maintained back at the outpost.

Of course; for that; some similar training to that of at the stronghold was given to the subordinate cultivators. They were taught how to give basic maintenance to their babies, and their cars, and how to tell if it needed some real repair or ‘high end’ maintenance of sorts.

For that, there weren’t accidents like explosions or destroying one of the babies. Only when it was about the ordinary mortal’s dealings was it that such things would happen. It was simply ignorance to treat ‘godly’ beings like them such as cultivators like those mortals and their stupid, fucking mistakes.

Still, the subordinates at the outposts weren’t just trained to deal with such things, and after being shown what punishment really meant as they were forced to keep on working the very next day no matter what, they became pretty tame as well.

In any case, these subordinates were taught a lot of things that had to do with fighting in accompaniment of the huge ‘babies’ they were giving maintenance to daily. As well as the use of tools that were similar to the Moribund Yearning Cult’s way of sending wood with a gloomy aura to kill off the sect disciples before.

‘Mortars’ one could call them, but they were more like massive fireworks that had to be held by the subordinate cultivators, resting their belly on a solid enough surface that could withstand the starting strength at the moment it would shoot off into the distance; which they had to be trained to do.

They could shoot the thing directly, and that was the best way to do it, as the higher it would go the fastest it would lose its speed, be less accurate and even become a simple fish gotten out of the water sliding through the air, spinning and becoming an easy target for any Spirit Gathering realm with an actual dangerous tool which could be anyone to be fair.

You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

In any case, besides making use of those tools which Ciemnosc began designing after witnessing the prowess of his commanding car and the tools used by the cult in that battle. Of course, his going all out to make those tools were too much and materials were still coming from the outside without having found any actual ore deposits or rich locations in flora. Only a large number of animals and Creatures were sighted by scouts and already hunting parties from the outposts.

As such, Ciemnosc merely did a few thousand each and the rest of the subordinate cultivators were to find their way to be useful in the battles to come by being given different strategies unless there was an enemy that had the same level of cultivators to fight head on and without needing some guerrilla tactics amidst a real full out battle.

These were all ‘just in case’, but the preparations for war from a major power is always followed by the war itself; it was the same in this case as battles would sparkle all across the Region involving the 4 major organizations every few weeks at the latest.

Besides that, Ciemnosc was getting ready to ask the sect for some Craftspeople in order to begin not only his mass-creation of battle-focused necessary tools but to also begin creating some traps all around the outposts and stronghold which could be activated or deactivated by control remote.

It wouldn’t be a system of activating/deactivating anytime and for any occasion, as it would have a long cooldown so to speak and anyone could trigger them, indeed, even with the Identification Tokens with their respective owners. This was, however, so that even if they were to be discovered, they wouldn’t be deactivated by other arrays or tools especially and intricately made for those occasions.

Also, they were incredibly sensitive, so much so that the arrays below the earth or hidden in plain sight would trigger with just the direct use of Spirit Sense, let alone how they were supposed to be used and triggered by weight, movement detection, or even with just the sound of engines, voices and the most difficult with triggers at the sound of footsteps.

Of course, this was something that nor the sect disciples nor the subordinate organizations’ cultivators knew the very detail of, and only Valeria had the chance to cutely ask Ciemnosc as she made a mess out of her frail and innocent body, already eaten out so many times by him…

Making the arrays surrounding the outposts every few kilometers and right at their perimeter was beyond exhausting already. Making those traps and placing them would be just as exhausting for him but only for one outpost instead of all 3 like before; he just wasn’t stupid nor paranoid enough to keep it all to himself.

Besides, just like how he learned the magic of array formations when he completed his first Synergized Equatrend Mobilizer, the traps would only be traps after Ciemnosc made a few adjustments only he knew about and finished a little extra array only he could know of…as he devised it himself…

. . .

3 days went by, it was now the 28th day of the mission. Ciemnosc was in his tent, in the night, and with a cute, beautiful young woman resting her back against her quilt as her poor pussy lips were still quivering and his mouth and chin were just now cleaned up by herself.

“... Wanna read the letter now?” With her right index finger tracing his left cheek and with Ciemnosc pressing himself on top of her, a huge slightly refreshing, and cooling something up against her tummy and throbbing from time to time. Valeria spoke to him with her black eyes gazing up at him without there being an ounce of seeing this, not even an 11-year-old specimen of a boy as that - a boy.

“Mm’kay, you read it. I’ve become ‘tired’ from ‘talking’ so much with ‘her’, aah.” Ciemnosc said, his voice slightly hoarse, making her ears become red, and bite her lower lip with narrowed hazy eyes. Her lower mouth also quivered and expelled some more honeyish transparent water from it, which she shyly hid by rubbing her thighs, and Ciemnosc was seemingly ‘unaware’ of.

Rustle rustle~.

Placing his back on the bed, his thing calming down and amazing with the sight of it those black eyes that became mesmerized she saw it, let alone as it slowly shrunk to its still quite big a manly thing. She then took out an actual letter from her Cover Space bag and after re-accommodating herself to place her head on his hairless chest of slightly pale skin, she read the letter that she held to the left of Ciemnosc’s body with his right arm resting on her spine.

“Sir Ciemnosc, we’ve become aware of your needs for the development of the port and the defensive measures needed to defend it. In 2 days, namely on the 30th day since the start of the mission, we would like for you to welcome 3,000 of the sect’s Craftspeople. The Sect Master and Grand Elder had placed great importance on the construction of the port and were content with the results of defending the port, especially the letter…”

Mwchu.

Valeria looked up at his chin and handsome charming neck, which would otherwise be either ugly or indifferent to everyone’s eyes at the very best. But to her, that was a delicacy. Ciemnosc looked down and smooched their dumb, juicy lips and made a resounding bilabial noise with their mouths before she smiled beautifyingly at him and then continued reading through the letter.

“Though it has come to the sect master’s doubts on whether the construction of the port being delayed was the right choice; so, from the sect master’s very own personal words, ‘hurry on the construction of a port, it is the most important before a war breaks out, which will be breaking out pretty soon’.”

“As such, Sir Ciemnosc, please develop the mission’s main goal as soon as possible. We hope that the 3,000 Craftspeople from the sect are of hefty help to your subordinates’ hands and the subordinate cultivators as well. The grand elder specifically fought in debates and almost…’heated’ arguments for the sake of sending such manpower to you - they might not be the best of all of our Craftspeople as it is our elite groups of them. But they are what no other major organization can count on even if they wanted to make use of to create something as important and great as the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect’s port.”

“Lastly, it has come to our attention that there was a dispute from traitorous acting elders on the very first night prior to the start of the mission. Though we’d like to let you know we are supporting you in this matter, you should still return someday to clarify many things. We’ve become afraid that a lot of displeasure has been created among the acting elders and even elders of our sect. For the sake of the mission, do come back in 10 days for the start of the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect’s end-of-the-year tournament. And please remind that disciple of mine to not forget to come back as well.”

“Your recently made friend, elder Tin.”

“Woah!” Valeria finally spoke out without reading. She sat up a little and faced Ciemnosc, her little tatas jingling about a bit. She looked at Ciemnosc and began excitedly saying, “I’m coming back in 10 days, I still have my fight against Fu Lan, and though you won’t be able to participate, it will be enough for you to show up with me so that those ‘dissatisfied’ elders are quelled.”

“Will you go with me?” She calmed down a few seconds after saying that much and looked down at Ciemnosc with her starry-like shining black eyes. Ciemnosc had his hands behind his back as he blinked ignorantly at her a few times before smiling, revealing his smooth canines, and nodding. “En, I’ll give you a ride in my car, beauty, how ‘bout it?”

“Good!” Valeria shouted, she no longer had anything else to say and sent her head down to take in his tongue, and lips and make a fine work out of his teeth with her lips and tongue, sucking on anything she could get a grip of with her mouth and not even sparing his poor, handsome charming nose…but she at least straddled him and began rubbing her twat on him back and forth.

The slumbering mast became active, and its veins alone tracing her fatty lips of curious, cute, and hungry lips welcomed it wholly as it became amply separated by it yet she still pushed her lower body onto him even harder, rubbing more powerfully his underside with great effort yet showing such tenderness that quickly made him release a bout of show of love…

“Hahh, hahh~- gulp…will you let me fuck you, inside, brains out - now?” Ciemnosc muttered his strength to say, his pulsing phallus making Valeria’s orgasm feel as if she also had a dick and she was orgasming with both her sexual organs at the same time, driving her so crazy at this being the first time feeling it since Ciemnosc let her orgasm on her own their actual first rubbing each other time.

“Shhh, don’t ruin it…second round?” Though Valeria was just this close to allowing Ciemnosc to plow her senseless, she recuperated her mind in time and denied Ciemnosc of her cherry. Therefore smiling predatorily at the man below her snatch while her hands slowly picked up some of his essence. Seeing that smile, Ciemnosc became stiff, on the face; his eyes not fully opened but looking as if he was about to go into crazed mode the next moment.

“Start moving, Valy.”

. . .

Today was the starting early morning of the 35th day of the mission. 10 days have passed since the subordinate organizations sent their second-best to their elite subordinate cultivators. At the riverside of the starting point of the Little Lake.

Splash,splishy splashy, splash~.

At this moment, Ciemnosc was with his feet in the coldest water he could ever think of that could ever exist, feeling the water clash with his moving feet and frowning as he looked down at them.

“Sir!” From afar, a voice shouted, bringing with it hurried steps as Ciemnosc pettily let his Identification Token out at last and saw all the anxious messages from those ‘spiritual leaders’ under his command, directly and without freedom of deciding any slightly medium-sized importance kind of matter to deal with; he smirked and let out a sort of snort through his nostrils as he stood up and faced the incoming Schnell running rather fast towards him.

His feet were already dried up from the coldest water that could possibly exist, and his shoes were on.

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