The Universe Is Innately Just 248 Battle Tendencies Part Four

Fell stood on the wall for the next few hours that pa.s.sed, he regulated his breathing and continued further refining the enormous soul power he had absorbed.

He couldn't help but feel bloated from the sudden increase of power, and as he didn't know how things would go far for New Casablanca. He preferred staying here, cultivating and guarding the city at the same time.

"Man… I'm so hungry…", mumbled the young cultivator with a gurgling stomach that didn't betray his honesty. "I've picked up a few nutritious looking beasts earlier, eating them would definitely relieve me from this grating sensations.", he exclaimed in a low tone-his hand rubbed his sore stomach-while pondering on whether he should distance himself from the ma.s.s of soldiers or simply do the deeds here.

But, just as he was lost in his thoughts, hesitation whether he should stay near the east wall or make himself a cozy place further away. He heard a deep and powerful sound reverberate through the wall. His eyebrows rose slightly as he felt that the voice was transmitted with a strange technique or technology.

"The battle has ended with us securing the defenses of our city."

"We shall stand tall for the feat we have accomplished together.", then the voice's tone changed slightly and became much more solemn. "And together, we will weep and cry our closed one that we lost today."

A lengthy minute of silence took over the entirety of the wall of New Casablanca. Be it the north, south, or west wall, and everyone had stood solemnly while thinking about what had happened in a single day. A few had turned from freshly recruited soldiers into battle heartened warriors who wouldn't s.h.i.+ver while facing the blood l.u.s.t emanated from the fierce beasts.

"Forever remembered!", the solemness in the voice caused once again a reaction through everyone. And with an action similar to a sporadic beehive, the sentence left the lips from every single individual standing on top of the wall.

Even Fell couldn't help but sigh a silent exhale before mumbling under his breath. "Forever remembered…", he stood up from his lotus position and began moving away from the ma.s.s of soldiers.

Just as he arrived at a position forty meter away from the ma.s.s of soldier, he heard another wave of voices spread behind him. He turned around and glanced at the ma.s.s of individuals, and understood that they were allocating the soldiers inhabitations that existed inside of the ma.s.sive large wall.

"I guess I'll stay here. The fresh breeze will always be better than the claustrophobic feeling that might arise from those habitations…", he added before leaving the east defenses.

He made his way toward the north wall and soon enough found out that the individual had already disappeared in the places where they have been allocated. Only a few figures could be seen doing some repair work on the MechSuits and the ray cannons; they bowed deeply toward Fell's figure before focusing on their own matter.

He continued on his track and ignored the moving time while advancing down the path in front of him. The scenery to his right changed continuously as the complete size of New Casablanca formed a humongous circle containing the central district and the Core.

"Here will do just good.", exclaimed Fell as he arrived in a spot between the west wall and the south wall. The top of the wall was slightly thicker than the other parts and was large enough for the ma.s.sive garrison of soldiers to stand in line on them.

He sat in a random place and began taking out one cooking utensil after another from his spatial pocket. Before long, he finished preparing himself a decent cooking table with a steel plate he had in a corner of his spatial pocket.

The next moment, a dead creature appeared in front of him. The fierce beast was a mutated sheep that had been part of the beast wave attacking the north wall. It didn't take him long before he focused on the work in front of him, and he soon took a well-sharpened knife and began taking the skin out of the animal.

It took him a few minutes to skin the dead animal. He placed the carca.s.s on her back and began made a few cuts near the hooves and genitals. He then split its throat open and began emptying the body from every speck of blood it contained. He didn't find it useful to take away the head, but nonetheless still did as he wasn't very experienced with preparing meat from a carca.s.s.

It took him a few tests and trials, but even if he saw a sheep similar to the one in front of him. He still followed the same technique he saw a butcher execute in the Core, and managed to take care of the mutated sheep's meat steadily.

He took out the internal organs and also decided to cook a few of them. Particularly the liver, one of Fell's favorite type of meat.

Before long, a rosy looking tender meat appeared in front of his sight. Saliva acc.u.mulated near his lips, and he focused himself on the work at hand to forget about the feeling of hunger.

Usually, ever since he became a cultivator, eating and sleeping had become options that he could choose not to take. But, after the enormous energy consumption, he had gone through during the day-especially the consumption of his bodily's resource to unleash those deadly blow on the humongous spider- he felt as if he couldn't contain himself anymore.

"How intelligent I was for thinking about grabbing a few intact beasts.", he exclaimed with a smile before taking out a bowl from his spatial pocket. He filled it with spices and added oils to it before cutting a few pieces of meat from the skinned mutated sheep.

Even after the mutation, the beast's meat didn't turn rough and hard but was quite the contrary. It glinted under the soft light from the moon, and one look at it was enough to know that the creature was ultimately an herbivore.

"I remember hearing something about herbivore's tasting better than carnivorous beasts…", he mumbled while dipping the meat on the bowl he had prepared. He put the meat in the side, leaving it to marinade quietly at the sides, and the next moment he disappeared from the top of the wall.

He reappeared outside of the city, near a small patch of trees that formed a small and clear path. Without using his sword, he cut a few branch, and retraced his steps back toward the wall.

With his recent upgrade of his soul cultivation, he materialized two tentacles that helped in his ascension and before long he was back in the upper part of the wall.

He whistled cheerfully while thinking about the tasty meal he was going to enjoy. And as he was making his way toward the place he had picked, a thought traversed his mind. A thought related to the many times he had cooked and shared his meal with one of the friends he had made in the central district.

In the middle of the night, as he was preparing food, he couldn't help but remember the cheeky Wind. "I hope that b.a.s.t.a.r.d listened to my advice.", he mumbled before was.h.i.+ng those thoughts out of his spirit. He took out the pieces of wood he had taken, and used his lightning based energy to fire a spark on them.

Before long, a small yet steady fire was lighted on top of the wall, and the next moment a pan filled with oil was put on top of it.

"I can't wait any longer!", Fell mumbled with red eyes as he watched the oil's temperature rise without leaving the pan from his sight.

A few minutes pa.s.sed, and the long waiting was briskly cut with the sounds of meat hitting the pan's surface. Droplets of hot oil jumped out of the pan, a few of them fell on the young cultivator. But he ignored them as he truly didn't even feel them due to his advance bodily cultivation.

Before long, fumes made their way out of his position, and strong odor appeared in the top of the wall. His cooking skills might not be on par with the well-known chefs from the main district, but his enthusiasm and exceptional senses made it that he rarely failed in his cooking session.

"I'm digging in!", he exclaimed while grabbing the cooked piece of meat with his fingers.

The temperature was high enough to cause mild trauma to a mortal's skin, but Fell was far from being a mortal. And the meager temperature only hasted his movement as he threw the hot meat in his lips.

"Ouh!", a groan of pain escaped from his lips. "Hot!?", before it soon died down. It was washed away by groans of pleasure awoken by the contact of the sheep's meat with his tastebuds.