Hiding A Logistics Center In The Apocalypse Chapter 144

Hiding the Logistics Center in the Apocalypse Episode 144

Wings, legs, one way (4)

Episode 144. Wings, Legs, One-Way (4)

“Kkuu.”

While the wandering falcon circles the sky······.

“Gulp.”

The loud cries of Hyla echoed through the land.

Those guys who roll around in the mud with their stomachs turned upside down.

The danger of explosion was nowhere to be found, and the toads were completely disarmed.

“······You listen well, don’t you?”

“That would be the case. It’s because the Ur people made it that way.”

It didn't take long.

The black spot on Hyla's left stomach.

The elves shot arrows and pressed the guys' obedience buttons, and the guys fell down, transforming into docile beasts once again.

“Come inside for a moment.”

“Gurrrrrr.”

Since they were living creatures, it was possible to accommodate them in a subspace, and each Hyla was placed into a separate space created with a <category partition>.

I asked Findrick about Hyla's growing conditions······.

“You can do well anywhere as long as there is mud. Of course, it will be better than here in Ur where erosion is happening.”

Following his advice, a large amount of potting soil and water was mixed and poured into the subspace sector where Hyla was.

I guess I'll be able to live comfortably until I hand it over to the Lethelians.

The next thing to do was to look for traces left by the toads.

And before long······.

“······What is this?”

I was able to find several glass boxes that Hyla's tentacles had left behind.

A glass box with a transparent exterior that emits a soft purple glow.

Inside, there was an unidentified metal cylinder mounted inside.

Findrick, who had come closer, also tilted his head.

“This is······a strange object.”

“Would you like to know what it is?”

“I have no idea. It seems certain that it was made by warlocks, but······.”

Findrick scratched his antlers as if it was difficult.

I could sense the dark magic energy spreading out softly from within, but I couldn't be sure what principle caused it to explode or what its exact purpose was.

Leaving the question aside, I was about to carefully place the box that filled both my palms back on the ground······.

“Cowoooo!”

Crunch!

Before I could react, a bird flew at me.

It was a guy who was rushing at me with his sharp claws out, aiming for my head······.

“Kkuu!”

“Cowoooo!”

The wandering falcon swooped down and blocked the bird's attack.

Now that I look at it, the two don't look all that different, except for their size.

In other words······.

“The Wandering Hawk······?”

The wandering falcon, the symbol of the leaders of the Ur tribe.

Another one ambushed me.

“Kauuuuuuuu!”

“Kururuk······.”

I appreciate that you stopped the attack, but you're still just a youngling.

The adult that attacked me easily subdued the falcon, and the falcon flapped its wings as if it was angry at being crushed by the falcon's thick talons.

"this······."

Swoosh!

The falcon was immediately retrieved.

As if he couldn't let go, the adult followed along, holding onto the falcon······.

Kyaaaaang!

“Cowoosh!?”

It hit the solid surface of the portal and was immediately bounced off.

An adult that spreads its wings straight out to maintain balance.

And then the place it flew to was······.

“You were kidnapped······.”

A dozen or so Ur-type giants.

And among them, it was the shoulders of the giants that stood at the forefront.

Lee Yong-soo said as he rode the Gigant.

“I guess he’s the leader.”

“······It certainly seems that way.”

He had a body that was a head larger than that of other giants.

On his fully exposed upper body, there were scars that looked like claw marks that covered his entire body in a pattern.

The knee bracers were woven with wood to create nests for birds, and the shoulder guards were made of rough rock with snakes of all sizes poking their heads out with their tongues.

and······.

“Why do you have the royal falcon?”

"what?"

The leader of the Ur tribe asked me whether I was watching the fight between the falcons.

“I asked why you were carrying the Wandering Hawk. It must have been given to Prince Bat by Turen Khan.”

It was a murderous expression.

As if he were going to decide what to do with us based on our answers.

The likelihood was that the outcome would be either death or becoming livestock.

I answered him.

“I was chosen.”

“What?”

“I was chosen by the hawk. I came because I liked you.”

Kkuu.

Somehow I thought I heard the guy crying.

Even though it was an honest statement that they had taken in a poor animal that was looking for a home······.

“I was a fool to ask that question. A falcon never serves another master until its master is dead. You… You must have killed the prince.”

The noble Khan Turen seemed to have an idea.

I asked Findrick, who was next to me.

“Are you serious about what you said?”

“No, that’s completely wrong. A falcon never changes its owner. Even if its owner dies. It never touches the ground, but floats around in the sky until it dies.”

Outstanding loyalty that rivals that of a Jindo dog.

I couldn't help but be perplexed at the sight of the Ur emperor not even knowing the habits of his beloved falcon.

It seems like he doesn't really know how to do anything other than stuffing livestock into his pockets.

further······.

'······I never had you as my master in the first place.'

The Wandering Hawk never acknowledged the Prince as his master.

Drifting through the skies of the Earth, I was chosen to have a gigantic nest called the subspace portal.

but······.

“······Don’t even think about living.”

For Touraine, it seemed that just having the Wandering Hawk in my possession explained everything.

Flutter!

Percussion!

He untied the string around his waist and swung it like a whip,

As if this were a signal, the other giants also untied their front halves and let out their livestock.

Doo doo doo doo doo!

Knock! Knock!

Livestock rushing towards us, their bodies puffed out.

A sturdy beast resembling a rhinoceros clapped its hooves, and behind it a sleek beast resembling a monkey came scampering across the grassland, its tail flicking.

“It’s coming out rough, come this way.”

Shukuung!

Yongsu Lee's gigantic put me in the passenger seat and picked up Findrick and sat him on his shoulder armor.

While I secured myself with my belt, Findrick spun out a tree trunk and secured himself firmly to Gigant's armor.

Kuung!

Kuung!

High-pressure cylinders that contract like muscles, joints that emit hot steam.

Under the manipulation of Yongsu Lee, Gigant's legs moved organically, avoiding the attacks of the rushing beasts and protecting me and Findrick from the attacks of the Ur tribe.

Meanwhile······.

“Stand in a semicircle! Stand on both sides!”

Under Lancelot's command, the knights of Camelot emerged from the portal and stopped the beasts.

Knights who raise an aura on the tip of their swords and cut down rushing beasts like water.

The cleanly cut corpses of the men were scattered across the meadow like pieces of fruit.

And behind it all,

Phew!

Phew!

The elves' rapid fire continued.

The target is not the livestock, but the Ur giants who command them.

The giants, startled by the attacks that flew in ceaselessly like light, could only hurriedly swing their swords.

Knights swinging swords and elves flicking arrows.

Looking out over the oddly balanced battlefield, I said to Findrick.

“I can see the end coming.”

“I think so. Even if they are the Ur people······. They don’t have an unlimited amount of livestock.”

Findrick nodded, but

Soon, he looked at the giants with half-open eyes as if something was strange.

“But it’s strange. Even so, we still have a severe shortage of livestock. For a people called the Ur people······.”

“Um······ That’s true.”

We had already clashed with the Ur people once on Earth.

But even though there were only three giants at that time, there are now more than ten, and the number of livestock is actually about the same.

As if I had left most of it somewhere.

And finally······.

It got to the point where even if they tore through the cloth, not a single ant would come out.

“······.”

The Ur people who had destroyed all their livestock.

But Touren Khan showed no sign of giving up.

Because he was still staring at me with those eagle eyes.

Even though it was quite a distance away, the bastard's earnest voice could be heard clearly.

“······I’m so angry. I’m going crazy with anger. Because of you, I lost my son······ I guess I’ll have to swallow something that big to feel better. For example······.”

The intention is to console the loss of blood relatives with new possessions.

It was a remark befitting of an emperor of the Ur tribe who was blinded by possessiveness.

The target he was targeting was······.

“The Earth you came from······ Yes, I have to eat it.”

It was none other than Earth.

Even though the Gate core was destroyed and there was no way to get to Earth, he could not suppress his vengeful ambitions.

“I will definitely destroy the Earth. If there is Barnaul, it is not completely impossible. I will officially apply for development to the Chamber of Commerce. It doesn’t matter how much it costs. Even if I have to hand over the entire fee to them… I will definitely, definitely destroy the Earth.”

The voice of Touren Khan, twisted and broken.

As if to resonate with this, the glass boxes scattered on the floor vibrated with a soft light.

Every time he thought of his dead son, every time he talked about the blurred future of the Ur people, the black magic contained in the glass box reacted even more strongly.

Dismissed!

Bam!

Black magic that jumps up like sparks.

And from the dozens of pits surrounding it,

“Gurrrr······.”

The 'Hyla', with only the bare bones left, appeared.

To be exact, they are toads that were turned into undead by the black magic of Barnaul.

“You used me to my heart’s content while I was alive, and now you’re recycling me after I die… That’s too much.”

“Whether I die or not, it’s all mine. That’s all.”

Turen Khan added calmly.

I thought they had stolen the livestock and turned it into dog hair, but I didn't know they had hidden this overdraft account.

All of them were creatures who had been killed by the explosion of black magic and buried in the eroded ground, and their dead bodies were raised in response to Turen Khan's shout.

Hearing his voice, which was twisted tightly somewhere.

Less noise.

Less noise!

The sound of the Hyla's bones and joints echoed eerily.

It no longer had tentacles, but it stuck out its stiff bones and gathered up the glass boxes that had remained on the floor.

That glass box that contained the black magic of Barnaul.

Touren Khan added to me:

“You are mine too. You came to my land, so you are mine. Whether you live or die… You will become my livestock and watch your homeland burn. Killing your own people with your own hands will be quite an enjoyable experience.”

The king of the Ur people who grumbles ominous sounds.

Whether it was because of the loss of his son or the side effects of Barnaul's black magic, it was clear that he was not in his right mind.

Less noise.

chin.

A dead, yet not dead, goggle-eyed creature walked on all fours.

With a glass box filled with black magic inside the product.

but······.

“Tsk tsk tsk······.”

“Kkul kkul kkul······.”

Dozens of deer antlers pouring out from subspace.

The Druids simply waved the branches of the World Tree and waved happily to the undead.

“Oh, really······.”

The knights laughed in vain.

From Camelot to Avalon, it would be a familiar sight to them.

As I watched the cattle staggering about under the influence of black magic, I was reminded of the proverb of Earth.

Medicine to the pharmacist, disease to the doctor,

'When I'm almost dead······.'

To the Druid holding the World Tree.