The Universe is Innately Just - Chapter 259

Hours passed, and before long, nightfall made its way in the sky of New Casablanca. It was basking the battlefield riddled with the corpses of the mutated beasts and the fallen MechSuits that had already begun to gather rust due to a large amount of blood that spilled on them.

Fell couldn’t help but feel his mind freshened by the windy breeze that came with the night. A shiver traversed his body as his thought awakened, he gazed at the silent battlefield and couldn’t help but feel that even with all of his efforts. Too many souls from New Casablanca had left their hometown.

He couldn’t help but feel bitter as he had indeed done everything in his possibility to save them. But, the outburst of mutation among the north wall caused him to have his hand locked, and the more he slaughtered the beasts, the more human head began falling under their ravenous frenzy.

It was as if the moment he had started hunting the strongest beasts, he had crossed a line and cornered the creature with their back against a wall. They didn’t hesitate any more and attacked in an all-out frenzy, no longer searching for further mutation, but showing apparent retaliation toward the young cultivator.

They couldn’t touch a hair from his head, thus they were far from being capable of killing him despite his effort in overexerting himself. The state attained by Fell when he pushed through his limits was a feat to reckon, and had put him in a pedestal far superior to the mutated beast.

In that state, they could only throw their fearful rage toward the army of MechSuit that was soon overrun by hundreds of strong mutated beasts. Fell did the best he could, and slaughtered them in a relentless craze, not stopping for even a moment. His dantian dried out under the enormous consumption, but he didn’t stop and began using the ambient spatial energy to fill his attack with the might.

Yet it was far from enough, as it could be seen from the vision that entered his eyes. Moutain of an armored corpse laid in front of the wall, basking under the juice of their engine and the blood that had been coursing through their veins.

Fell couldn’t help but stood silently on the wall, gazing at the few retreating beasts that had begun darting as soon as the light from daylight began making its way out of New Casablanca. Bitterness flooded his heart, and if it wasn’t for the sword in his hand that helped him control his emotions, he would have since long followed the beasts.

“I need to recover as soon as possible…”, he thought as he sat down on the cold floor of the steel wall. His sensed focused on his dantian, and he could only notice the effect of his massive consumption.

He had consumed nearly every wisp of heaven and earth energy that wasn’t part of his foundation, as it could be seen from Little Gold that had paled noticeably compared to the last time he had checked his condition.

“Damn, I nearly overdid myself…”, he thought as he began controlling the surrounding Heaven and Earth energy. His soul turned into numerous silky tentacles that began grabbing the nearby power that delved hidden in space.

“The energy of the city is too lacking…”, he noticed that the density of New Casablanca was far from sufficient when it comes to its quality. “A breakthrough in my energy path will be the least possible in my current situation…”

“But refilling my internal batteries shouldn’t be a problem.”, he assessed as his body turned a miniature sized black hole that began absorbing the energy existing in a one hundred meter radius of his body.

As he began filling his dantian, he couldn’t help but have his mind wander about the numerous technique he had trained during the day. As it was only now that he could actually sit and focus on his many discoveries. Dozens of minutes passed, and he noticed the first noticeable upgrade from the day of fighting.

The focus he had done on his control on his energy had made his absorption smoother, as it made him capable of controlling a more substantial amount of energy than before. “Filling my batteries will actually take less time than what I thought…”, he mumbled as he saw the organized energy course through his meridians.

After every refinement, the fine silk of energy would gain the attribute from Little Gold but would still lay softly under his control. The aggressive aspect of his heaven and earth energy that had bothered him through the days ever since he had acquired Little Gold had now been partially solved.

It was as if he now could smoothly control a racing car without any difficulty. Drifts and hard techniques were still hard for him, but driving without making any mess was already a significant change compared to before.

An hour passed, and the young cultivator continued sitting on the top of the wall. He could feel that approximatively half of his internal batteries had been filled and decided to stop his massive absorption.

“If I absorb too much energy, I might dilute part of it.”, he thought as his leg produced noise from his movement. He was swiftly back on his legs and couldn’t help but ponder for a split second. “Losing quality is a big no.”, he thought as he didn’t want to endanger his energy path further.

“I still have time before the frenzy blood bath starts among the beasts.”, he mumbled as he glanced at his right arm. “I can sense the cheerful emotions coming from it… Is it going to turn sentient if I continue nurturing it like this?”, he thought as his figure disappeared from the north part of New Casablanca.

His figure mixed with the wind as he dashed through the broad path existing on the wall. “I wonder how today had been for the other outposts…”, he thought as he regretted not being capable of helping the other defensives outposts.

“I hope the beast didn’t go on rampage…”, he thought as he could see the west wall in the distance. His leg accelerated as his eyes turned into slits, giving him a better sight in the dark surrounding. He noticed large sized bodies lying on the ground, and among them, also saw shadows of broken MechSuit laying in pools of coagulated blood.

“The loss seems to be equal…”, he thought as he didn’t stop in his tracks. His leg continued kicking the ground in a rhythmic pattern, with every step taking him more than dozens of meters. A slight membrane of energy surrounded his body, helping him avoid the friction with the surrounding air.

Before long, the south defensive outpost appeared in his eyes, and with it came a surprise. The whole battlefield was empty from any corpses, with only a few scraps of flesh and broken metal pieces. “What the hell happened here?”, he exclaimed as he felt that the whole area had been scavenged by a crew of piss poor individuals.

A little bit in the distance, high up on the wall, he noticed a figure sitting on the cold floor of the wall. The character was bloodied and seemed to be on the verge of dying from the many injuries that riddled her body. But the massive blood essence signal entering Fell’s radar clearly told him not to trust his eyes.

The more he approached, and the more he sensed the dense blood energy. The familiar the figure turned, and before long, he assessed that it was the blood haired man, Akainmhar.

“He was still alive…”, he mumbled before doubling his speed with a kick on the floor. “Just like I thought. That bastard is a though bone to bite.”

“Those beasts have more chance chewing a block of cement than on getting this man down.”, he thought as he saw the man’s face turned toward his direction.

The pair recognized each other and silently exchanged a nod as a greeting. Fell came to a stop next to the man, and similarly sat next to him, the next moment a large bottle filled with liquor appeared in his hand.

Fell raised the bottle high and gulped dozens of mouthful of the robust and spicy liquor before passing the container to the man in front of him. “Quite the rough day.”, he mumbled with a slight smile on his lips.

“Looks like you’ve got quite the gains.”, responded Akainmhar with a brisk tone that didn’t hide the profound fatigue he was feeling. He accepted the bottle with one hand and similarly gulped mouthfuls upon mouthfuls of the spicy liquor.

“You stole those words from my lips.”, responded Fell right after him as he received the bottle back.

A lengthy sigh escaped from his lips, but the red-haired man seemed to have been invigorated by the liquor and, in the next moment, rose to his lips. His hand moved, and he pointed toward a massive shadow laying a few steps away from him.

“I got something to repay last night’s meal.”, he added with a laid back tone.