Hiding A Logistics Center In The Apocalypse Chapter 88

Episode 088: Symbol of Resurrection (5)

Ki-ki-ki-ki······.

The bones interlock in a creepy way.

The demons of Permegon, resurrected as undead, continued their heavy footsteps.

Squeak.

The place they stopped was the glass pyramid of the Louvre Museum in Paris.

With a thud, the core components of Sisyphus and the European headquarters of the Chamber of Commerce were brought down······.

Splash.

Suddenly.

Likewise, Permegon, who had become a complete skeleton, flew into the center and began to rebuild Sisyphus.

Stanley, the head of the European headquarters who was watching the scene, asked.

“Why did you settle down here?”

“There are a lot of things that look good. Well, it’s kind of like a display case.”

Reviving using black magic is only a temporary effect.

The best way to preserve unstable spirits is to attach them to objects.

As expected from a city of Barnaul that pursues its own aesthetics, it usually used precious metals and treasures as its subjects, and coincidentally, the Louvre was home to various works of art collected by people from all over the world.

So, between the European headquarters, Sisyphus, and finally the Louvre, it is all connected······.

Splash.

Splash.

The undead flew into the museum, dragging out columns from an old Greek temple, while outside, still-living demons were dragged in, bound up.

Guts said.

“We need power right now… We’ll focus on Permegon. Humans will come next. We don’t have time to make anything great… But, it should be enough to clean up the Earth’s filth.”

For now, the priority was to finish improving Sisyphus.

They would enslave the spirits of Permegon and humans, and occasionally capture Earthlings to make money······.

“In a week, I will go to reclaim Camelot.”

In any case, Barnaul's ultimate goal was Camelot.

And for this, Guts made one request to Stanley.

“······Are you talking about consolidation?”

“Yes, I heard that the European headquarters also has authority.”

A merger that transfers some terrain from an extra-dimensional space to Earth.

It was clearly something that could be handled at the European headquarters, but Stanley was reluctant because the person in question was none other than Barnaul.

“But you can’t bring in something as huge as Barnaul. In principle······.”

“I know. We don’t have any land for that anyway.”

It was Barnaul, wandering around various dimensions.

A unique pirate group that has no mother planet to begin with.

In the end, all Guts asked for was an empty artificial island the size of a fingernail, and a gate to connect it to Europe.

“Ah, if it’s to that extent······.”

Requests that do not significantly deviate from the principles.

Since he had been asked to cooperate by the Inspector General, Stanley nodded slowly.

***

I stood there in bewilderment in front of the yellow curtain.

Then a new message came to me.

Tiring!

[Operation of voluntary reporting period for illegal items]

[This is a notice from the Multidimensional Chamber of Commerce Inspection Bureau······.]

"what?"

Inspector General.

Although it was the first time I heard the name, it was not difficult to understand its contents.

After looking closely at the contents of the message, I and my group were able to clearly and concisely summarize the demands of the so-called Inspector General.

“You want me to give up Camelot?”

The Inspectorate was showing mercy by saying that Camelot was an item that had been used illegally, and that if it was voluntarily reported and returned within the given period, they would not hold it against the law.

It feels similar to the illegal weapons voluntary reporting program that the National Police Agency or the Ministry of Public Administration and Security conducts every year.

The only difference was that this time these damn invaders were pretending to be government officials and making a fuss.

“······My lord.”

Lancelot with a pitiful expression like a country puppy.

Of course, I had no intention of donating the articles to the Chamber of Commerce······.

[Return Location: Multidimensional Chamber of Commerce Europe Headquarters]

[Return date: within 7 days]

[Forced collection will be executed upon expiration of the period.]

Perhaps they thought it would be difficult for them to accept it obediently, so they sounded out the possibility of forcibly executing it a week later.

It was a kind of world message that was sent to all the other Paxmen, so I couldn't tell for sure that I was the owner, but I was able to read the will to somehow get my hands on Camelot.

It's exactly a week away.

The same amount of time as the announced curtain's duration.

Even seeing that the return location was the European headquarters, I could guess that the enforcers of the Inspector General's Office were right behind that curtain.

and······.

“Is this why they’re in Barnaul?”

“Yes, you can feel it too, my lord. You can sense a similar energy from them as we do.”

“I feel like I’m getting a creepy feeling······.”

The bailiff was Barnaul, the enemy of the knights.

“Things are going strangely.”

The Chamber of Commerce has already announced Permegon's death and declared me the winner.

They kept talking nonsense like they'd install a gate to Paris as compensation, or take off the hologram stickers, but······.

To begin with, the Chamber of Commerce gate was a low-quality means of transportation that was useless even if given to me, and the hologram had never been attached to me either.

“One way or another······.”

It was clear that our fight was not over.

Not only were the European prisoners still held behind the curtain, but it was impossible to get along with those who wanted to take Camelot by force.

Moreover, the opponent was the infamous Barnaul.

And then, it happened.

Jiying.

New news has arrived from the subspace portal.

.

.

.

“······Ellie?”

The one who came to see me was Eli, the chairman of the Elvenheim Galadon Council.

“Look at this.”

“This is······.”

What Ellie took out was a large black DSLR.

Elvenheim is becoming greener day by day thanks to Pax FC's ongoing world tree planting campaign.

As expected of nature-loving elves, I gave them this item because I wanted to record the scene, but this time, it seemed like they had captured something different.

Click click.

Ellie clumsily manipulated the camera buttons.

Pictures of these elves with sun hats and sunglasses going hiking were circulating everywhere.

“Wait a minute, this isn’t it······!”

I tried to ignore the many selfies of Ellie with her neck bent, taken at frustrating angles······.

Finally, something eerie, neither a natural landscape nor an elf, appeared on the screen.

“······What is this?”

What was revealed in the photo was a vast sea.

A blue horizon that can be seen anywhere on the coast of Elvenheim.

But in the middle of it all, there was a dark island floating around.

Just a few dozen meters away from Elvenheim.

Coincidentally, the island was covered in the yellow curtain we had just seen.

and······.

“That’s right. It’s Barnaul.”

The identity could also be confirmed through Ellie.

***

It wasn't just the knights of Camelot who held a grudge against Barnaul.

“These fu*king bastards!”

“Do you know where this is? How dare you!”

Elves tremble and fry wild vegetable bibimbap between their front teeth.

Now, Earth was like a second home to the elves.

Even though I was wearing a straw hat and my eyes were wide open, honestly, I wasn't scared at all······.

'······That makes sense.'

I could understand their anger.

They were trampled to the ground by Barnaul.

I clearly remember the sight of Elvenheim dying along with the World Tree.

What's more, isn't the island of Barnaul right here in front of us?

Moreover, Barnaul's enemies were not only him.

Dagdak! Dagdak!

Druids of the Great Forest who crossed the portal riding deer.

They had been absent from the European front for a while, but when they heard that Barnaul had appeared, they came running.

And coincidentally······.

“Those guys who wouldn’t be satisfied even if you gave them the World Tree fertilizer!”

“Our only pleasure permitted by the multiverse!”

Druids who still chew on the leaves of the World Tree.

The one who took the World Tree away from these people was none other than Barnaul.

From the knights of Camelot, to elves, and even druids.

All three tribes that hated Barnaul were gathered together, but······there was one issue that had to be kept in mind.

After surrounding the three races, I said.

“It’s clear they can track Camelot.”

It's not like it was yesterday or today that I got my hands on the articles, but there were no problems during that time.

Because Camelot has never come out since it entered my subspace.

If there was a change, there was only one thing.

“Because Camelot is here.”

In Elvenheim there was a dwarven factory, and in Camelot they were engraving magical circuits.

Considering that they had nested in Europe where the knights were and had multi-installed in Elvenheim where their factory was, it was reasonable to assume that the Inspectorate had the ability to track Camelot, even if it was not certain of its accuracy.

Moreover, it was Lancelot's opinion that Barnaul should be prevented from approaching Camelot.

“······Items produced by Barnaul are marked so that black magicians can reclaim ownership. That must be why the Inspectorate summoned Barnaul.”

A situation where the knights could be taken away before they can even fight properly.

Moreover, because of the dwarves' imprinting work, it was impossible to bring Camelot into the subspace.

We won't have to wait long, in just a week the warlocks will storm that dark island.

“Mr. Jeonggyeom, if you have the World Tree, you can fight.”

Was it because of my tense expression?

Ellie grabbed my arm, and the druids around me nodded as well.

A natural race that draws its power from none other than the World Tree.

The elves were able to counteract Barnaul's black magic by using their 'purification' ability, and the druids by using their 'regeneration' ability.

The reason they were under concentrated fire from Barnaul in the first place was because of the risk of being able to use the World Tree.

“Yes, we should. And we should fight better.”

But that wasn't enough.

The enemy's goal is not to fight, but to reclaim Camelot.

If we allowed the warlocks to approach, we might lose Camelot regardless of the outcome of the fight.

As the owner of a logistics center, I couldn't stand having my items stolen, if anything.

I spoke straight to the druid chieftain, Findrick.

“Can you spread spatial distortion here in Elvenheim? I will provide you with an unlimited supply of World Trees.”

“This is… I guess I'll have to plant trees for a few days. That's what I was hoping for.”

Barnaul had come all the way to Elvenheim, but he was no more than that.

Because I was going to show them the way of the druids, who were as twisted as taffy.

In the meantime, the elves and druids were expected to engage in guerrilla warfare.

further,

“We’re going to do a two-pronged operation. They’ve come to two places, so we have to beat them up here too.”

Maybe it's because I've experienced it once before.

Eli had once warned me about Barnaul, the city that revives the souls of the dead.

That soon we will be fighting an army of immortals who will be resurrected infinitely.

but······.

“You will never be able to use the word infinity again. At least not in front of me.”

No one could boast of infinity in front of me.

If you think about it, not being able to die on time is also a disease.

And I had a needle just right for treating 'immortality'.

Tiring!

[Predation: For related targets only, preys on the soul of the killed target.]

Description for 'Blessed Demon Devourer'.

If the warlocks can revive the souls of the dead, wouldn't they just eat all of them?

The general preparations are complete.

I can hide Camelot in the labyrinthine paths of Elvenheim and go on a medical mission to cure the sick zombies of Europe.

Now all that remained was one thing: attitude.

“Will it be okay?”

Finally, he grabbed Lancelot's shoulder.

Ever since they encountered the undead in Europe, the skeleton knights were particularly stubborn.

Aside from destroying Barnaul, I wanted them to overcome the trauma of the curse.

Thankfully, Lancelot seemed to have received some unknown strength from me.

“I will follow.”

He nodded.

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