End Report
The Moribund Yearning Cult lasted...nothing when facing the subordinate cultivators of the Self-Mutilating Honores Sect. Though the puppets and corpses that are known to the Moribund Yearning Cult as their most iconic way of battling, theirs wasn't compared to the advanced kind that only Spirit Gathering realm believers could make use of.
As for their unique skills and techniques that allow them to play with their opponent’s mind, grab them by surprise, and to even terrorize them, how could Link Consolidation realm believers have such capability to use their Power Energy? At most, they could put up a fight with their puppets and corpses in their early cultivation life - but other than that, they were even exhausted from the previous battle while the subordinate cultivators were more than fine!
It was even more painful when to witness those Crimson Quick Rollers fell straight into the enemy lines, pulverized their first line, and softened the following ones for the subordinate Spiritual Ligament realm and Spiritual Condensation realm cultivators to charge and kill with ease. Though; despite such obvious advantages in…everything, once again, there were a dozen or so casualties within each of the 3 sides of outpost 1’s battlefield.
It became too much of a simple act of charging subordinates towards the weaker, weakened believers. Ending up in less than a couple of minutes with each of their group consisting of a little bit more than 1,000 to a lowest number of less than 100 for each battlefield. Without counting the Spirit Gathering realm and Phrenic realm believers that is.
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Within the main tent of the stronghold. 3 hours after the end of the battle and the subsequent last attempt of the major organizations’ attempt at not only capturing the 3 outposts but also survival.
“... Commander Ciemnosc, the Moribund Yearning Cult had 7,000 believers, 2,000 went over to both the north and south, and 3,000 went to the east of outpost 1; their total number of weaker cultivators than the Phrenic realm were, on each side, a little over 1,000. It is obviously them trying to break through the center this time, it’s so good to have you as our commander, sir.”
Schnell was reading one of the many paper reports he had in his left hand. There were so many pieces of paper and documents that had been gathered in his hand that they were almost not enough to fit in his slender, semi-long hands and fingers.
Ciemnosc and company were in the main tent, them hearing attentively and with their eyes serious as they moved up and down between Schnell and the front, outside of the tent where thousands, a couple thousands of prisoners were being moved by the victorious sect disciples.
“They caused minimal damage to our forces, only taking down less than 200 of our sect disciples and about 157 subordinate cultivators. Their damage towards our armored vehicles was minimal,” up to there, Schnell’s words made Makis and even more so Shidar, who was in the main tent after the battle along with Ernesto and had let their respective outposts at Ciemnosc’s command as always, but without them being there - start lowering their heads after a silent sigh went out in their heads - that simple.
“...The Preferential Light Justice Sect sent 9,000 sect disciples to outpost 2; 2,000 to the north, 1,000 to the south, and 6,000 to the east. With this information…” Schnell looked at Shidar with his eyes indifferently, meaning practically nothing, before continuing, “Arriving last from the 3 battlefields, we can indeed confirm that it was a matter of focusing on attacking the center. Their leader, Kinsky, as it has been mentioned by our first and newly ‘acquired’ prisoners called him, seems to be volatile and not stubborn, clever when it comes to devising a plan.”
“Their damage to our armored cars was…astounding, which is a very tragic result. About 27 of our armored cars were rendered incapacitated and even now the ice around them is still fully melting down, especially the layers of ice created by the shooting tools that had bombarded them way too much, for way too long at them.”
“Besides those 27 who need repairs, there are 104 more who have been destroyed from 1 or more sections of their armor, mobile parts, or interiors even and need superficial repairs. Our casualties are…more than 2,077 sect disciples and 1,428 subordinate cultivators. Many tools were used for this battle, leaving them with only 2/8 of their total storage prior to the battle, sir.”
“Ah- ahem,” Schnell took a little breath to keep talking, his voice becoming quite the air and natural sound in the main tent for quite a while already. As he flipped another 7 pages, it showed how they had the entire page filled with at least 3-lines long paragraphs, with some even having tons of numbers in them. Just to show the kind of reading capabilities of this proud young man.
“...The Eagerburning Flames Sect sent 7,000 sect disciples, similar to the believers of the cult as well. But they sent 2,000 to the north, 1,000 to the south, and 4,000 to the east. Once again, confirming their overall plan despite not being allied together.” Schnell gave Ciemnosc a face of ‘obviously, but you sir, already knew that, ah’, before continuing.
“Their damage to our armored cars was also not small, with 2 of them remaining incapacitated with the need of repairs and 12 of them with some destroyed parts of the armored cars, though not to the extent that the armored cars suffered in outpost 2.”
“We suffered 1,012 casualties of subordinate disciples in the end, sir commander, in the battles of weaker than Phrenic realm cultivators and a total of 792 casualties to our sect disciples.” Schnell finished, at last, reading the extensive reports and summarizing them for the briefing process to all, which Ciemnosc had already read through himself.
“Well,” finally, Ciemnosc spoke, and he did as he turned to look at Shidar. “Tools are made for being used. That’s what they are made for. But they are supposed to be used well enough at the very least. For this matter, when you go back just run a couple of hundred laps around the entire outside perimeter of outpost 2 with the entire subordinate cultivators in it with a boulder 4,100 kg heavy on your backs. Other than that, I’ll try to devise a training array to simulate the shooting of rocket tools, dismissed, and you can come to the front of my tent later on if you have anything you’d like to say, express yourself or just complain.”
“Th-thank you, sir.” Shidar stood up, Li Saer following her and making sure her trembling body wouldn’t fall off any time soon with her current state. Ciemnosc nodded at her, inwardly being glad she wasn’t a drama lover, and went ‘lol, you, kinda wanna quit yas?’.
Then, Ciemnosc looked at Makis, who looked back at him while looking into the distance as if Makis himself couldn’t believe he did…’okay?’. From his lips, his voice came out while Makis looked at him perplexedly.
“Much better than last time, though it was once again thanks to me. You are already so close to the Conflagrate realm, so why are you rushing to reach it? Is becoming an acting elder that amazing?” Even as Ciemnosc didn’t intend to, the moment the last part of his words were heard, it reminded everyone of the way he brutally dispatched to ashes and dusted those acting elders from before.
“...!” Seemingly being found out, Makis was beginning to feel cold sweat forming from his low back to his upper back strangely, but somehow began to recede when thinking that…yeah, indeed, maybe being an acting elder isn’t that much; after all?
“But still, go and do the same as Shidar with outpost 3’s subordinate cultivators and sect disciples,” Ciemnosc said, Makis becoming taken aback by hearing his words, jolted his neck back and bluntly, without thinking, asked. “Also the sect disciples? Are you sure??”
“Oh- so-” Makis’s eyes widened, he was apologizing and stuffing, but Ciemnosc waved his left palm at him seated on his white chair before calmly ‘answering’. “There are no buts, it was the 2 groups in the corps that fought, not just one, and it was a rather bad end result. Especially from the former, and you, like Shidar, only waited and waited as if I was supposed to do something. Dismissed, the same as Shidar if you have anything to fart about in front of my tent.”
Ciemnosc finished saying with a pose, his head tilted to the right and extended forward while his right-handed fingers softly landed on his forehead. Makis gulped slightly once, noiselessly, before standing up and nodding at Ciemnosc before bowing at him rather adequately. “Thank you, sir.”
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“Sigh…” Ciemnosc went back to leaning his back fully against his chair’s backrest. He looked at Ernesto and began saying with his calm eyes, somewhat indifferent and a sharp twinge of cold. “Very well, no risks taken, no showy performances, and very strong subordinate cultivators despite facing the manslaughterer puppets and corpses.”
“Thank you, com-” Ernesto was just trying to speak, feeling he was finally getting a rest from this diabolical actual commander-like monster, but the monstrous, diabolical genius commander then interrupted him; yet again. “But after you were finished you not only did not send your armored cars and subordinate cultivators to the central outpost, you also didn’t mobilize the ones still at the outpost to help quickly dispatch the remaining witches of the Preferential Light Justice Sect.”
“Hmhm, commander, if that sect were to hear you speak of them like that, with how they love calling each other as ‘saints’, they would’ve gone through blades and blood to stain their beautiful white hair and skin to kill you,” Schnell interjected, not really easing the mood at all for those who heard him speak after Ciemnosc’s earful towards Ernesto.
“Silence when I’m talking,” Ciemnosc gave not two fucks nor half fucks about it though, softly saying with his right cheek being poked by the knuckles of his right hand. Schnell lowered his head like a robot being turned off immediately and said, “Sorry, commander.”
Everyone else, inside their heads: (°ỏ°)(°ỏ°)(∩╹□╹∩)(∩╹□╹∩)(゜ロ゜)(☉_ ☉)(｢ ⊙Д⊙)｢
Valeria: ↑_(ΦwΦ;)Ψ
Mosto: ( ´・＿・` )
“Even if one should wait for my command and confirmation, one still needs to contact me first. I didn’t intervene at any moment because I knew that even with the previewed events, we would still be able to win. But while you did so as well, you failed to even make a single move to make things ‘just’ easier for everyone today and this morning.”
“What if reinforcements came? What if you were retreating with your glorious battalion regiments and made a huge gap for the enemy to rush from your side to the central outpost. What then? What would it matter if your ‘already victorious’ cultivators are relaxing and wanting to get back ‘home’ to rest? Tell them that ‘no, in the end, fight some more’? Would they even want to lift their feet to walk back to the outpost then? How late would it have been for the remaining 12,000+ subordinate cultivators to go there and offer support? How long would it take the bottom outpost to free itself from its enemies and come to aid the most vulnerable and vital defensive point such as the center that directly leads to the stronghold?!”
“Which is, in case you haven’t noticed, barely finishing its infrastructure and not even beginning to be equipped with defenses! Only a miserable wall that can be tumbled down by ten Spiritual Condensation realm cultivators as long as they run a little, charge, jump and throw their fists and kicks at the same time while spending a little of Power Energy to run the last few steps and hit the walls!”
“Go back and run 50 laps with the entire outpost 1 with 6,000 kg boulders on your laps. You may stay in the stronghold and visit me in front of my tent later on.” Ciemnosc finished, at last, his words, and Ernesto, who had become silent once more didn’t have a face expressing shame, rage nor at least offended.
He stood up, faced Ciemnosc, and bowed towards him, even more cordially than Makis did, before leaving the tent with slow steps. His face was indeed pensive and also not denying anything of what Ciemnosc said. It was crude and unpleasant, sure. But it was also the truth. And since Ernesto wasn’t a little bitch, he took it like he should and kept on pondering himself about the entire battle…it was his first battle too. And he never thought of the most simple things but somehow, this damnable little kid was able to think of that?! Or was it Miss Valeria?
“Ah, dismissed, everyone else too. Good job Schnell. You may pick anyone you want, just give me the papers and I’ll sign them, a maximum of 3.” Ciemnosc said, looking at Schnell’s face, which gleamed with interest but then set a limit seeing how he was a bit too proud at these moments. Then, he added too as Schnell bowed to him and prepared to leave the main tent.
“You better hurry, I won’t be waiting for long to start ‘investigating’.” With that, Schnell’s body began shuddering, and he left the main tent with stiff steps, but his face was already traveling across every girl’s dainty and cute face.
“Sir, I would like to apply for taking outpost 2 under my hands.” Suddenly, to the surprise of Valeria, as she remained standing to Ciemnosc’s behind-right, a brunette with long black hair covering her left eye with a rather long female layer of hair walked in front of him and bluntly said. Ciemnosc looked up at her and lifted his right eyebrow at her face from below.
“Ah, ah- it’s like this. Shidar is obviously not capable of-” Ciemnosc interrupted her midway, erasing that facade off her face in a pair of seconds, “You are good friends with Joah, right? If you want to keep your spot, keep quiet about these. I only allowed Li Saer to accompany Shidar like a secretary or sub-spiritual leader because he can protect her while she develops.”
“As for you, besides forming puppies of shadows behind the stronghold’s wall, what else can you do?” Ciemnosc then waved at her with his right hand that was supporting his right chin, Jenlin left once she gave Mosto a defiant glare and then Valeria a…terrified pair of eyes as soon as she met her skin with her eyes, let alone her black eyes…
Step, step, step, step…!
“... She… isn’t that bad,” Valeria commented once she was loong gone, her head cocked to the right and her hair dancing in the air, on her back and making a rather curious shadow behind and below Ciemnosc’s chair. Ciemnosc looked at her pretty face and neck, then looked at the empty main tent before taking a look at Mosto who was counting the butterflies near a tree 23 meters away.
“She does have great talent, mhm. But what do I care when she is stupid enough to follow someone else? Even worse, she is even listening to him without being in love or fucked good by him, as if she just chose to follow him because…she could. That I would, even more so, rather take off my garage and bury it than keep it in my trash can.”
“!...” Valeria’s eyebrows rose. She looked at the inside of the tent before looking at Ciemnosc, sat on his desk right before him, and with her tight pants on, she opened her legs right in front of him. Without moving forwards or insinuation any further to him nor with Ciemnosc moving his hands towards her - she placed her left elbow above her left bent knee and supported her face on her closed fist.
“Do you not wanna get a slave or 2, then?” She asked it without any jealousy or possessiveness within her eyes, tone, or mind. Ciemnosc looked at her coochie, only visible to his Spirit Sense as she wore those silly bear-imprinted panties from the lots of sets he made for her. But he couldn’t be blamed. Who told his Mommy to make clothes for him when he was baby Ciemnosc and then for him to lose them in what…seemed to be deep within him? Oh well.
“No, I don’t need to.” Ciemnosc shook his head at the end, finally bringing his eyes out of the sight of such delicious and great combinations of fat and meat, to her face instead. “Hmph~, don’t think it’s because of you, you won’t even ‘give me a hand’...yet. It’s just that I have something for buying courtesans or strumpets.”
“Oh right, your girls back then…” Valeria cocked her head all the way to her left, her eyes growing shiny as they seemed to imagine a much more clueless Ciemnosc being ‘used’ by evil women just wanting his fat piece of meat that was, really, always up for her. Somehow, that made ‘a something’— as well —ignite within her. She went down to the table to stand on the ground like a person and walked behind Ciemnosc’s chair.
Rustle, sniff.
As she let her hands fall down from his shoulders after just grabbing them tight and massaging them dearly to his chest and then making a lover’s lock around his neck with her mouth on his nape. Her nose drifted up and down his skin, and already sensing his blood flow began to barbarically move to his penis yet he was able to deviate from it and keep it flowing smoothly right after and before it reached his big peeh pah.
“I don’t mind if you get one, two, or more. Mwaah~,” Valeria smooched his nape after her voice’s sound waves had already vibrated his nape’s skin to an ultimate softening of the same. Her kiss was just too damn good, and she complemented them with her honest heart-laid-out - words.
“It is not because we are not together…at least not yet, mn-mm. It’s because I really don’t…mind…mwoh. It’s not a ‘I think’, because, ‘I know’; mwah, mwah, mwah…”
Tap!
“...Valy?” Ciemnosc suddenly grabbed both her wrists with his right hand, his heart thumping, barely caring about the huge chunks of blood blockaded at right before entering his phallus from the inside; heavy breathing. Valeria responded, still amidst her words as they moved from his nape to his ear, left cheek, nose…
“What is it?”
“I- you have nothing to worry about. Even if you don’t manage to convince her to become mine as well, I’ll just seduce her. By then, you’ll just come in along as well, won’t you?” Valeria stopped moving altogether. Speechless, sure. Afterwards, 2 seconds later, she smooched deliciously slowly and pecked his lips, dragging out his slightly pale meat and skin. Her lips were still amidst his own as she moved them with warm affection.
“Only as a last resort, mchu, I am confident in my own charms and, also…I have her just as she has me head over heels for.”
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Let It Rain's Note: Did anybody know that 'head over heels' is a somersault-ish jump? I'm about to confuse the ignorant unsophisticated in the next combats whenever possible, bweh heh heh heh heh!