Massacre, And Low Level Massacre!

Whenever there was enough distraction, much fatigue from the small groups of enemies consisting of a single squad to several of them at most but still not quite a platoon, a car armored would come right into the fray and go looming in a charge towards the small group - sweeping through and heartlessly crashing into the meat bags packed all together.

Every few minutes, loud and far-reaching ‘CKRSHEERR’ and ‘BUGSH’ sounds were emitted from each small group, an armored car driving right into the small group, sending tons of limbs flying up while only being able to penetrate into the packed crowd halfway through.

Right then, as it happened and without fear of being completely destroyed as well the enemy cultivators being both stunned and with the feelings of revenge all over their heads. The armored cars that had driven into the crowds would be calmly attacking those outside but nervous, sweaty, and fearful for their lives from the inside.

And with such an easy way to attack but the hardest way to get injured while in the armored car, the enemy cultivators outside the armored cars were getting pulverized at the same speed and analogical process as butter melting on an already very hot pan, their bodies falling backwards or pushed against the armored car by itself or other nearby armored cars’ attacks.

But right in the middle of such, when the armored cars were being compromised and the people within it began to actually get injured, considering these small enemy groups consisted of 1 to several squads and only 1 squad was within each armored car - drastic measures had to be taken.

Thus, from afar, a rain of projectiles dawned upon the armored car and its nearest surroundings, the armored cars protecting and leading up to even a platoon of low cultivation base subordinates making use of their tools before drawing all the way to the back and picking another set of such from within the armored car.

The armored cars in charge of safeguarding these subordinates were moving very really slowly, but never stopping and always in correlation towards the battle going on. While the subordinates in question would lay prone several meters in front of the armored cars moving so slowly, and even atop of it, there was no better solid base to use than the armored car itself that weighed who knew how many tons and were created from certain special materials to such hardness.

And so, with the armored cars letting themselves as the bait, the far-away subordinate cultivators would start sending their tools from the distance, their speed through the airs of battle, blood, and cries making a scene of their own; indeed.

With whistles and the sound of air being pushed outside of one’s head, with those very same sounds, tens of projectiles would fly away from each armored car into the armored cars that were compromised, which would, in turn, begin glowing a light blue shining from the inside and the inside only; while the infestation around them was to be cleaned up with the rain of even more fire.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOOM!...

“Shit! SHIIIT!” It didn’t take long for the supposedly invading forces against these outposts to begin forming ideas of retreating, but not everything was lost! They could still make a really last few bouts of their forces fight and kill as many as they could to discover the enemy’s capabilities so that when retreating safely back to their own camps, possible weaknesses and a storm of ideas could be made with ease to devise countermeasures for such.

But after the second round of fire was witnessed by the enemy cultivators on each side of the outposts’ battlefields, what they could see remaining afterwards was just the dead bodies of everything around them. Eyes opened, wholly white as if they had been erased of their pupils and irises, and even the sclera was left to become lifeless and pale.

Yet, each pair of eyes that managed to remain open, or at least from a head that did manage to keep its eyes it was as if enlarged and with some really bloated and their skulls slightly opened from their eye sockets, hence letting their bloated eyes become even more…attention grabbing.

Charred bodies twisted as they were pushed by the explosive waves against the armored cars or were simply instantly forced, with great force, against the ground and towards each other once again. The few surviving Spirit Gathering realm enemy sect disciples or believers were despondent as they were killed off…

For as just when the other small groups, who weren’t charged at by one of those armored cars, yet, we're feeling hopeful when seeing the armored car unmoving for a good while even after the explosions. They would suddenly move, targeting the downed Spirit Gathering realm enemy cultivators— their comrades —, weakened and exhausted of their Powerful Energy, running them down and bombarding them with even more tools and projectiles from bows and crossbows.

…The fight could only go on and on. The armored cars weren’t invincibles for any matter. But the sect disciples would drive them back the moment they met several setbacks, or a really damn strong counterattack from the enemy, to the point they suffered casualties within said armored cars and even had a section of its armor destroyed.

It was as simple as going at each other and fighting until the other died then continuing until there was victory. Though for the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect’s corps, it was extended to until the other died, then continuing until oneself became too exhausted and/or needed medical attention, until one fell unconscious and was carried back, or until victory!

From the enemy side, in the south, flames spewing from the tools of virtually all the enemy sect disciples, their tongues and thin snakes of flames making quite a number on the armored cars over long periods of time with them even managing to push a bit within the battlefield at the center. Which, in the end, with the armored cars swarming towards them meant nothing but death.

Yet, it was the second organization to make the most damage to a few armored cars over the course of just half an hour of bloody, explosive, and hot in battle. Their combined efforts made their approach towards the armored cars braver and with even disdain in their eyes, but when they saw the incredible capacity of enduring hot temperatures and direct, Power Energy-powered attacks they began to feel much more apprehensive at last.

In the beginning, they might have thought that there was going to be some resistance before they were finally free to take the outpost! But to their dismaying expressions and one after the other, the Eagerburning Flames Sect disciples began to take these armored cars with the seriousness and sternness they deserved. Yet, it was too late.

… In the central outpost, its side was the most perilous to watch for the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect, the Preferential Light Justice Sect’s ice, water, and simply cold atmosphere-based attacks were truly too potent and effective against the armored vehicles. Each time one appeared near a small group, only one of them was focused on after having fought against them for a good while or even by just watching others do so.

While the concentration of attacks towards said armored car wasn’t light, not all of the members in the small enemy groups would attack, as while most attacked, others concentrated on fully defending their small group with their whole Power Energy put into the equation.

From this side, unlike the other 2, they were basically all females, with 1 or 2 males for every 90 females that were around. Their combination and synchronization, however, was top notch despite the confused and startled state they began the fight with.

And from the beginning to the half an hour of battle that quickly seemed to pass by before arriving at a seemingly favorable stalemate for the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect’s side, the Preferential Light Justice Sect’s enemy sect disciples remained cautious, literally moving not from their defensive spot, let alone moved forth towards the outposts.

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As such, the squad driving those armored cars could only think of closing in and slowly wearing them down, going in and then out when it was enough and too much for an armored car to keep on the fight. However, even then. There were too many casualties that were occasioned by the armored cars closing in on the enemy sect's disciples.

And even when retreating, despite being fast and following slightly differing routes from other armored cars to retreat, they didn’t really make use of the formation of other armored cars and basically moved through open space with some noticeable rumps and protrusion from the ground itself up.

In the end…quite a few armored cars became motionless in the middle of their retreat or by almost exiting the last tens of meters to escape the battlefield; the perpetrators, the nearby enemy sect disciples spending time and bombardments of their icy and cold temperature or atmosphere to stop those retreating armored cars instead of to those attacking them.

Only after it happened close to ten times did the armored cars, the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect disciples began taking other courses and routes to flee from the battle, this time without intending to come back.

But as more tens of minutes passed, and it was the central outpost, who had it harder. The subordinate cultivators came to their full utility. Their bombardment of the enemy sect disciples became totally accurate, to an extent, as they had been shooting those explosive, long range, and rather directional, accurate tools from more than an hour ago.

The fact that the Preferential Light Justice Sect had such strong efficiency against the cold, metallic armored cars with their Water element based attacks was a great surprise for both parties. But it was so pleasant for the enemy sect disciples while to fear for the sect disciples.

And it was like so that their own defensive. Dangerous tools came to stand up again after their team became initially overthrown by the disorder, explosions, and sudden death happening all around them.

Hence, strong and sharp icicles began flying towards more and more armored cars as time went on, also expanding the subordinate cultivators’ bombardment to shift from the small groups to those of lower cultivation base from time to time with no other choice, as those enemy sect disciples were helping the enemy dispatch armored cars faster and faster.

By the time that the hour and a half since the start of the battle arrived, explosives could be seen flying from the far away armored car, which had to actually stop unlike what happened in the other 2 outposts’ battlefields. But, at least, the subordinate cultivators had an easy target that whenever one tried to move, the armored cars would go up front and force them to stop.

On the other hand, by the time that the 2nd hour was arriving, all the armored cars did was to put up their pre-inscribed protective arrays at all times and simply wait for the enemy sect disciples to die to the fire and slightly, ever so slightly untraceable amount of energy that went off each time such a tool exploded.

…While the Eagerburning Flames Sect and the Preferential Light Justice Sect had rather visible and very efficient effects upon the armored cars respectively, the Moribund Yearning Cult had the worst of it. Before even the first hour and a half arrived, they were already collapsing and their puppets as well as corpses were all littering the ground rather ostentatiously.

Unlike when dealing with flesh and living beings. The armored cars were…the bane of the Moribund Yearning Cult, destroying all hopes that the believers had for their always capable tireless fighters. When it was just half an hour, they all noticed how death came easily whenever one took such things out…it was as if these sect disciples simply detested said things despite these not being the ones who fought their previous fellow believers who fought in the first battle.

Soon, only the corpses of the Spirit Gathering realm and Phrenic realm believers remained. And for the first time in all the 3 outposts’ battlefields, and a shout for clemency sounded.

“...Stop! Please! Take us hostages!!” One Spirit Gathering realm believer, not a leading figure whatsoever since he was only at the 2nd stage, shouted and anxiously, hysterically screamed after seeing so many of their people already dead and still dying. Only now did he and the lower cultivation base believers understand; the report from Kinski wasn’t an exaggeration.

“...” The battalion regiment leader at the northern side of outpost 1 popped out from the top of his armored car. He was seemingly speaking to something attached to his collar, which the believers saw and could only squint their eyes, understanding that some kind of talks was going on despite the Identification Token of said leader wasn’t taken out.

“Alright!” The battalion regiment leader suddenly had his eyes opened wide. He seemingly became more serious and even gave what seemed like a humiliation to the believers as he lifted his left hand to his forehead with his thumb against it; it was weird.

“You can choose one or two things,” the battalion regiment leader said, saying the same words that the commander Ciemnosc just now ordered him with. At the same time, sounds of ‘trckrr’ sounded out all around-behind the believers, who turned around only to see more than 100 armored cars all behind them in the most clean and most perfect state as they first saw them at the beginning of the battle; but without scratches here and there.

“UUH- what is this about?!” The believer spokesperson yelled the battalion regiment leader wasn’t fazed though, and he even shouted back slowly and not that loud. “You can either choose to fight, or to receive a fusillade here and die that way.”

“...What is a fu- agh! How is that any different from killing us?!” The believer thought to where he had read that word before, but almost went crazy at thinking he was deviating his mind from important stuff in such a situation, yelling out loudly and frustrated now; anger began building up in those eyes filled with unavoidable death which was something the battalion regiment leader had to avoid.

“If you don’t fight, just death! But if you dare fight, as long as you defeat our own cultivators from the Spiritual Ligament realm to the Link Consolidation realm, you’re free to go.” The battalion regiment leader shouted his words but spoke the last few bits of them, and seeing the believers’ faces made him sigh in relief at not failing his commander Ciemnosc…’his’.

“We choose to fight…” A young boy, about 14-15 years old, wearing his dull brown short robe and with stains of his comrades’ blood on it spoke out, and soon followed more as he looked at the battalion regiment leader with upturned eyes with shadows over them. “We fight!” - “Let’s fight! To the death!” - “Let’s fight!” - “Let’s fight!” - “Let’s fight!” - “We choose to fight~!”

Though still weak and mentally affected by the battle that seemed to be so close to its end, the believers responded with conviction. The battalion regiment looked around at the armored cars before giving a general nod to the believers. Afterwards, he seemed to speak to the thing attached to his collar once more, sparkling some believers’ attention, “W-what is that?”

But the battalion regiment leader ignored it and simply waited, 2 minutes later, 2,700+ subordinate cultivators began disembarking from the armored cars, which rapidly drove towards her. Compared to a little over 1,000+ weak believers and some Phrenic realm and even fewer Spirit Gathering realm believers.

“Now step aside. Let them fight. Make a move, and everybody dies.” The battalion regiment leader said, coldness and semi solid orders-following doctrine showing and eclipsing the thoughts of salvation from the believers. Afterwards, the Phrenic realm and Spirit Gathering realm believers began moving to the sides of the battlefield. The small ‘arena’ in the middle and rear of the actual battlefield.

As soon as they went away sect disciples went over and put them down against the ground, some on burnt dirt and rock, some on burnt, dead bodies. But to which they were already even used to as they all came from the Moribund Yearning Cult.

Then, both sides’ weaker cultivators slowly came to face each other just about 100 meters away from each other - a distance that could be run through in several seconds at their max speed to about a minute or so. But that was enough for either side to draw a clear advantage and strategy if they were able to even coordinate.

Which, to the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect’s side, was exactly going to be what they were going to do!

“FIIIIGHT…” The battalion regiment leader left no chance for the enemy side to take a breather. As soon as both sides were nodding ‘okays’ at the ‘referee’ that was the believers’ enemy leader, a shout commenced the beginning of it.

Step step step step…

Immediately, the subordinate cultivators began rushing to the believers, weapons already in hand and some remaining behind, mainly the Spiritual Ligament realm subordinates who were of larger quantity and had…tools in their hands!

Whish whish whish whish whish~!...

Several projectiles flew towards the believers’ side, and their first line became bloodied, red-colored Crimson Quick Rollers began raining on them and the next 3 others behind them. Immediately, hundreds of believers fell down as mangled flesh and eyes, tongue and teeth flew about at slightly high speeds from just how brutally powerful and fast those tools were.

Harsher than when Ciemnosc witnessed his whole sect be slaughtered in just seconds, the Crimson Quick Rollers seemed to jump around a little on the corpses as if trying to eat them after softening their flesh, bones, and already delicate organs but with only traces remaining from the latter.

By the time that feet trampled on those pieces of bodies, scattered all around them and even making such pieces fly up to get glued to their bodies, the ‘ready to fight’ weak believers began being coldly beaten, cut, punched, kicked and pierced to death one after the other at a rapid pace.

“NOOOOOHH…!!” Shouted, which was the only thing he could afford to do now. The Spirit Gathering realm believer from before who was now crying out a little bit of blood amidst his quickly downpouring tears out of his lacrimals.

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