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Hiding the Logistics Center in the Apocalypse Episode 224
Headquarters (4)
Episode 224. Headquarters (4)
Crack!
<The Witch's Hand> While the two pairs are engaged in a tense struggle.
The Count laughed in vain as he saw the elder wizards come back to life.
“Ha! The world’s greatest Buendia uses necromancy?”
“What’s wrong with that? I just held myself back because I didn’t want to give it to the servants. It’s a problem if you think I don’t know how to do it.”
Even though he was a warlock, necromancy was not Buendia's specialty.
Buendia's fame in the multidimensional world was his ability to manipulate and interpret circuits.
The Count never dreamed that Buendia would revive the elders.
Clank!
There are a total of four revived senior wizards.
But, unable to overcome their strength, one of their necks bent back.
Kagagak!
That was why.
One side of the <Witch's Hand> that was competing for power was swaying dangerously.
Buendia turned his head slightly and whispered to Hyeolgyeom.
“The condition of the corpses isn’t very good. They won’t be able to last long.”
<The Witch's Hand> was slowly being pushed back.
The situation is still tense, but it is unclear when the balance will be lost.
Buendia continued speaking in a muffled voice.
“The Count’s ability is telekinesis… but that doesn’t mean he can move all objects. People and living beings like us can’t move. This <Headquarters> is a particularly empty space, so the only objects his telekinesis can affect are <The Witch’s Hand> and those shapes.”
“What are you trying to do?”
“Well, it’s something like this.”
Swoosh!
At that moment, an enemy attack was coming.
Telekinesis magic used by the wizards of the Franco family.
An ornately decorated sphere was rushing towards the two people like a hammer.
chuck!
Buendia raised his hands to the sky.
The black magic that flowed down his sleeve enveloped the flying sphere.
The speed has noticeably slowed down.
The sphere that had stopped in place was soon······.
Shuhwaaaaah!
Crunch! Crunch!
It revealed a rusty surface and sprayed needles in all directions.
“Eww!”
The wizards screamed.
The wizards who had their chests and heads pierced flinched and lowered their heads.
Sticky blood dripped down the needle, and the transparent sphere soon transformed into something resembling a horrifying torture device.
“How dare you······! Don’t defile this place!”
The count shouted when he saw this.
Because it was like pouring dark ink over a pure white space made up of pure shapes.
While the Count prepared for his next attack, Buendia spoke to the Bloodthirsty Man indirectly.
“I’m going to impose my interpretation on the figures here as they are now. I need you to buy me some time.”
“Can I protect you during this time?”
“I’ll take care of my own body, so you go ahead and protect those old undeads. If you take away the <Witch’s Hand>, things will get a bit tricky.”
"All right."
Flutter!
Hyulgyeom spread his black wings and flew.
Then he roughly struck down the cube that was flying towards the elders.
The wizards were pouring attacks on the revived elders.
Kugugugugu······!
A cubic block soared into the air.
Count Franco started moving the figures.
Perhaps because he had expended so much magic power, the <Witch's Hand> he had been manipulating had lost some of its momentum.
“It’s the Franco family’s recipe······. I’m looking forward to it.”
“Don’t be so cocky, Buendia.”
Buendia lived his entire life with the label of genius.
But the same was true of Count Franco.
Magic and black magic.
Although the areas were different, neither of them doubted their victory.
Phew!
Buendia's black magic penetrated the Count's cube.
The Count's magical power roughly pushed back the black magic and counterattacked, and the two forces clashed fiercely.
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Blue and purple.
The two colors collided and tangled, creating a pure white water flower······.
Hwaaaaaaaah!
There was a loud explosion and shadows were cast all around.
***
Swoosh!
While Buendia is holding back Count Franco.
I was chasing the cradle riding the dragon with Kim Sol and Lee Yong-su.
'I think it was Julio······.'
That was the son's name.
Count Franco, who wanted to revive his son with Gradiva.
Because I clearly shouted that towards the departing cradle.
Phew!
Phew!
It's a situation where you have to break through the curtain.
The shapes of the three-dimensional figures that had been blurry had become considerably clearer.
From toys that young children might play with, to odds and ends like books, bags, and balls that they might need as they grow up.
Perhaps because it was a wizard family, a long staff appeared, and later on, buildings and landscapes that were presumed to be from the arcane dimension appeared.
'What does all this mean?'
These were all records about Julio.
The contents written on the stone tablet are being performed as images.
But it was hard to fathom what all of this had to do with his resurrection.
Swoosh!
Another piercing through the curtain.
Even though the cradle was occasionally visible, strangely enough, even the speed of the dragon could not keep up with it.
"shipment."
Wheaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
It was the same even if I launched a <rocket>.
Memories of Julio floating everywhere.
Because those objectified memories flew in and blocked the <Rocket>.
Kwaaaaaaaah!
Black smoke obscured the view as the explosion occurred.
As I pushed through the smoke, the tail of the cradle was stepped on again and again.
'If this continues, it will be difficult······.'
It's been a while since I've flown here.
If things continue like this, we will soon reach the center of <Headquarters>.
If that happened, Gradiva would wake up just as Buendia had feared.
at that time······.
-Hahahahahahaha!
An unidentified laughter brushed past my ears.
And at the same time, the landscapes that made up Julio's memories began to change again.
Whirlyrick!
The tide has turned.
Things that had a complete form.
But the image was once again returning to transparent shapes.
'Did we reach the center by then?'
Swish!
The space was constantly changing.
The new scenery that appeared after erasing Julio's memories was······.
"······gym?"
It looked like an old gym.
A shiny wooden floor covered the ground.
Dozens of golden trophies lined the ground, and the smell of sweat filled the air.
Bullfight!
Bullfight!
Long, colorful ropes were spread out like a spider web.
Lee Yong-soo reflexively pulled the reins, and the bone dragon precariously dug between the ropes.
and,
-Hahahahaha!
As if they couldn't just sit back and watch, an obstacle appeared.
Three-dimensional figures transformed into objects in the gym.
Sandbags and punching balls flew at us, heavy and fast.
Wheaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Pfft! Pfft!
The attack was countered with <Tracking Delivery>.
The shapes hit by the <rocket> spun around and crashed to the ground.
As we passed the rope again, this time an old sign that read "Eulji Boxing Gym" appeared outside the square window.
“Hey, over here!”
Kim Sol looked around as if she knew what was going on.
That was the name of the gym Kim Sol went to before the destruction.
It was a familiar sight, but······.
Wheaaaaaaaaa!
Shuhwaaaaah!
The situation was unfamiliar.
Between the complex obstacles, objectified three-dimensional figures flew endlessly.
We broke through the curtain again and again.
The next scene that appeared was······.
Shuhwaaaaaaaah!
“I don’t get tired of it anymore······.”
“Have you ever set up a home here?”
It was Pax FC's logistics center.
The blue conveyor belt rotates, and AGV robots move busily between it.
Just like the sandbags that flew at us in the gym, this time the shapes turned into delivery boxes and flew at us.
Swoosh, woosh, woosh!
Lee Yong-soo pulled on the reins to avoid the attack.
I launched the <Rocket> to intercept the boxes, and Kim Sol surrounded the shield and took care of the rest.
Kwaaaaang!
Pfft! Pfft!
Through my constant exchange of ideas with Gradiva, I was able to confirm at least one thing.
'I'm reading memories······and using that to create obstacles.'
The situation was different from <Nightmare>.
If the image of the stairs was created based on our trauma,
This time, Gradiva was messing with our memories to suit my taste.
'Who can search through other people's memories without permission?'
It felt like we were using our memories as a playground.
It's like playing tag with Gradiva, who seems just around the corner but can't be caught.
Kim Sol said with a natural expression, as if something had occurred to her.
Wheeeeee!
Because of the steep speed, the wind-blown hair covered her face.
“Isn’t this like some kind of airplane game? You fly and shoot missiles.”
“In the midst of all this······.”
Although Kim Sol's words reminded her of the game, they were not wrong.
Backgrounds that change in real time, enemies that run away, and obstacles that approach like self-destructing.
There probably isn't much difference between 'play' and 'game'.
'but······.'
The problem was that there was no way of knowing when this 'game' would end.
Because we were endlessly running through the infinite space of <Headquarters>, chasing Gradiva.
As if he didn't understand, Lee Yong-soo tilted his head and asked Kim Sol.
“Airplane game? What’s that?”
“Sir, don’t you know anything about shooting games?”
“Um······. Between work and raising a child, I don’t have time to do that.”
Yongsu Lee shook his head.
Kim Sol wiped away her tears, saying, “How can such a life exist?”
'Now that I think about it······.'
Suddenly, I remembered that Lee Yong-soo was also a father.
Because he had a daughter named Yu-jeong who was so precious to him that he wouldn't mind putting her in his eyes.
Then maybe I could understand.
Julio's things that fill up <Headquarters>.
What that might do to help bring Julio back to life.
Lee Yong-soo answered, tightening the reins.
“Hmm······. Isn’t that so? If you can share the same memories, maybe you thought that it could be your son······.”
It was a story that was getting further and further away from resurrection.
Even if Gradiva had been given the memories of his son Julio, the Gradiva who woke up that way could not be called Julio.
Moreover······.
“That can’t be done as you wish. It’s not like you can just put in the memories you want… Children learn by seeing everything, good or bad. It’s the same as putting everything they can get their hands on in their mouths.”
It wasn't just Julio's memories that Gradiva was acquiring.
During the long chase, it was Gradiva who acquired Kim Sol's and even my memories.
As expected, the surrounding scenery had suddenly changed into the living room of Lee Yong-soo's house.
It meant that he had absorbed Lee Yong-soo's memories.
'He is already the son of a count······.'
Gradiva was just Gradiva.
A monster that absorbs all of our memories and imaginations and turns them into reality.
Maybe that's why the Count was so sensitive to our intrusion.
Because it might have unnecessary influence on Gradiva, who has to absorb his son's memories.
Of course, now it seems like it was wrong.
“No, but······. How long will it really fly away?”
Kim Sol grumbled as if she was sick of it.
Even after chasing for a long time, we still haven't reached the center of <Headquarters>.
Wheeee.
As expected, I felt the wind blowing evenly,
Suddenly a thought crossed my mind.
perhaps······.
'······Was there no center to begin with?'
Kuuuuung!
At that moment, the cradle that had been moving ahead suddenly stopped in its tracks.