Hiding A Logistics Center In The Apocalypse Chapter 145

Hiding the Logistics Center in the Apocalypse Episode 145

Broken Invitation (1)

Episode 145. The Broken Invitation (1)

“Gurrrrrrrr······.”

The Hylas, who had been approaching with their bones rattling, all stopped at once.

Because suddenly, a race of people with deer antlers appeared and shook tree branches.

Sasa Sak.

The fresh grass of the World Tree swayed at the gestures of the druids, and the purple eyes of the undead Hyla moved accordingly.

And the result······.

Tsk tsk tsk······.

Following the spell, Hyla's skin, which had been parched, slowly began to warm up.

Toads that quickly regain their former appearance.

As I watched the tribesmen shaking the World Tree, I asked Findrick.

“······Is it originally that fast?”

“Because the process of reconstructing consciousness takes the longest. Simple creatures like Hyla can be revived quickly. As you can see… they haven’t been dead that long.”

An overwhelmingly faster speed than when the Avalon people were revived.

Findrick took it for granted, but it was a nightmare for warlocks.

You will only come to realize how a small number of Druids could become the natural enemies of Barnaul.

one side······.

"what······."

Touren, the king of the Ur tribe, was in a state of confusion.

Dozens of druids wearing deer antlers were pouring out onto the empty plain.

The guy whose mouth was completely dry opened his mouth stammeringly.

“Yes, you were a nest too? No······ You were a summoner?”

It seems that such jobs exist in this vast universe.

Even though he saw the portal, Touren couldn't believe that it was his personal property.

He was incredibly stupid, but······.

I was quick to realize that my life was in danger.

"conflict!!"

The guy shouted with all his might.

A secret technique unique to the Ur people for governing livestock.

At the loud noise of the grass being swept away, the revived Hylas were startled and looked at him······.

“Woooooooooooooooo!”

“Let’s see here~ Urrrurururururururur!”

In response, the druids shook the World Tree.

Sasa sak!

Ssak!

The World Tree shakes quickly like a photo studio bell.

Not even ten seconds later, their gaze returned to the druids.

And the result······.

“Gurrrrrr.”

The original owners, the Ur people, didn't even notice.

The Hyla leapt straight towards the Druids, bowing their heads low in swearing their loyalty.

“Gooooooooooo!!”

“Ahhhhhhh!”

The roar of the giants continues.

But the toads snorted.

As if he knew full well that it was a powerless, empty threat.

The Ur people had no choice but to sell everything, including all the livestock they owned and even the overdraft accounts they had hidden······.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

It wasn't that difficult to predict what he would say either.

“Just one.”

The rocket that was ejected from the portal shot out in an instant.

He pierced the head of what was probably a soldier or something guarding Touren, and as if that wasn't enough, he pierced the arms of two other giants.

“Eww!”

“Eek!”

Screaming giants.

From their perspective, it was no more than the size of a metal ball, but its power was far greater.

Not only was it a meteorite with an enormous mass compared to other substances, but it was also shot at a speed of 500 kilometers per hour.

“Wife, spread out the cloth!”

“Kick it out!”

Flutter!

The giants took off their clothes.

It was a last-ditch effort to block the incoming attack, but······.

“······There’s no way that’ll happen.”

There was no way to stop dozens of bullets flying from all directions.

I was left penniless, swinging my empty wallet around.

“This······ profit!”

Their faces turned red.

The giants, who had been helplessly allowing the arrows to mix in with the iron balls, were attacked······.

Kuung!

Kuuung!

One by one, they knelt down and erased the shadows of the meadow.

The Ur people, who commanded the vast plains with livestock stuffed all over their bodies.

But now, he was an empty body, ready to return to the earth.

and······.

“······Ugh! Gasp!”

Touren, panting for breath, kicking away iron balls flying from all directions.

Now, the only Ur left was him.

'It's solid.'

As befitting the king of the Ur tribe, he appears to have a higher rank than other giants.

But that was it, there was nothing a guy who had lost all his means of attack could do.

Touren also doesn't know that fact······.

fault!

He stood up straight away.

A direction slightly away from where I am standing.

'······I can't die like this, is that it?'

In the mud, where a huge shadow had fallen, lay dozens of glass boxes that had been dropped by toads.

Even if I had to die, I had the intention of exploding the box and dealing with us······.

"shipment."

Kwaaaaaaaah!

All he was greeted with was a violent explosion caused by Yun Cheol-gu.

Two balls imprinted with magical power.

The collision led to Touraine's death.

Wheeeeeeeek!

The sun was burning so fiercely that it seemed like it was going to blind you.

With the whirling wind, even the grass blades in the meadow seemed to be burning to a crisp.

“······.”

This was thanks to my growing familiarity with measuring radius.

Even though it was powerful enough to obliterate Touren's head, we suffered no significant damage other than being knocked over by the strong wind.

but······.

Click click click click click click······.

'That······?'

A strange sound echoed from the mud.

The glass box in Barnaul that Touraine rushed to blow up.

Because the purple black magic refracted on the glass wall was flashing rapidly along with the sound.

As if in response to the explosion, an uneasy sound continued······.

Kuuuung!

As Touren, whose head had disappeared, fell to the ground, fortunately the box gradually became quiet.

“It’s really terrible······.”

Findrick stuck out his tongue.

In Touren's thick hands was the falcon he had been raising, which had been caught in the explosion of the Uncheolgu and had died along with its owner.

He didn't want to lose the toy he cherished until the moment he died.

Because the guy didn't believe in the wandering falcon's instinct to follow its master to death.

It was a truly turbid thought that erased the lofty loyalty of each day.

“Then now······.”

All that remained was to tidy up.

Druids who communicated with Hyla by shaking the World Tree's bell.

I asked them to take care of the Hyla they had captured so far.

There are dozens of them, so it might be a bit burdensome······.

'Because there are also prisoners who were taken by the Ur people.'

They were forced by the Ur people to take care of livestock.

If you don't know anything else, you probably know how to raise and manage livestock.

Although it was a bit unfortunate to be entrusted with the same task, it wouldn't be too difficult, as Hyla was a creature designed to listen to her master.

“And this······.”

Dozens of glass boxes rolling around on the floor.

The sound that had once been so loud was nowhere to be found, and now it was just a quiet ornament, pale and frozen.

As he was about to approach the mud, Eli came and stopped him.

“Mr. Jeong-gyeom, it’s dangerous. It’s better not to touch it.”

“I won’t touch it. But I think I should check it.”

I added.

“I have to bring Cooper.”

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About 10 minutes passed?

Cooper, who received the news through subspace, went straight to Ur.

Then, as if he found it interesting, he strode towards the glass box lying on the mud.

“······Just in case, don’t touch it.”

“Of course. Don’t worry.”

Cooper looked down at the box for a while, rubbing both eyes.

He looked closely at the metal tube between the transparent glass and opened his mouth as if he finally understood.

“It’s a music box. It’s the first time I’ve seen one made like this······.”

“Is it a music box?”

I thought maybe I had misheard.

A simple yet beautiful machine that plays music by winding it up.

But what Barnaul brought was nothing more or less than an explosive containing black magic.

Cooper continued speaking.

“Of course, it’s not a device that holds music. It’s an object used by Arcane wizards to hold spells… It’s usually called a ‘memorize device.’”

Arcane Wizard.

It was a name I hadn't heard in a long time.

I couldn't understand why the wizards' stuff was placed there, especially by Barnaul.

“Then why is the wizards’ music box here? According to Findrick… he said that there is dark magic inside.”

“That’s because it’s not an ordinary music box. If you look closely······.”

Cooper pointed inside the glass box.

At its center were dozens of lines that looked like piano strings, and above them sat a metal cylinder with circular dots all over it.

“If it were an ordinary music box, there would be raised spikes on the metal plate. But······.”

“It’s just a hole.”

“That’s right. The structure of a music box is that the thorns meet the musical board and produce sound······ If it continues like this, it won’t be able to produce any sound.”

A contradictory structure that cannot make a sound.

But inside, a 'spell' was clearly marked, made up of black dots.

As if to explain it, Cooper added quietly.

“······Before using black magic.”

“Black magic······.”

The exact principle was unknown.

Because I wasn't a warlock.

But I clearly remember the glass box resonating violently when Touren was angry and when Yun Cheol-gu exploded.

“What on earth were they trying to make? It doesn’t seem like a simple bomb.”

“That’s something I don’t know. The minds of black magicians are completely unpredictable… Even if we know that it’s black magic, it’s difficult to figure out what kind of magic it is.”

I thought about using it as a weapon, but it was too much of a stretch.

It wasn't something that could be put into subspace, and it didn't have very strong firepower.

The dark magic that was encroaching on my surroundings was only a burden to me.

“Well······ Let’s think about this later.”

It was an unsolvable question.

Even if you hold on to it for a long time, it won't do any good for you now.

Now it was time to deliver Hyla to the Lethelians.

It will still need time to grow, but it would be better to start training with Hyla as soon as possible.

By the time the portal to the Retel dimension was opened······.

"hmm?"

A strange message came flying in from the Chamber of Commerce.

Tiring!

[A dimension fair hosted by the Chamber of Commerce is scheduled to be held.]

[The Dimensional Expo is a regular event where each dimension can announce its achievements, and is a cosmic festival where all dimensional beings gather together.]

“Dimensional Expo······?”

This was the situation on Earth, which had entered a certain orbit.

The time has come to stop the monster wave, eliminate the invaders who have settled in the Earth like cancer cells, and even begin to invade the invaders' dimension in reverse.

As if to mock such efforts, the Chamber of Commerce was making remarks that did not sound like a festival.

“······You’re still so unfriendly.”

The Chamber of Commerce's message did not end there.

[You have been selected as one of the representatives of the Earth dimension.]

[For Earths with no history of participation, a separate preparation period of 7 days from now will be given.]

[During the given period, discuss with other representatives how to participate in the Earth Fair.]

“Another representative······.”

People from other continents and countries who survived until now.

I have traveled all over China, Japan, Europe, and the United States······.

That doesn't mean I met everyone.

If you look at the fact that the Chamber of Commerce selected them separately, they must also have considerable skills.

Jiiing······.

As if it wasn't an empty promise, a gate portal with a view of the conference table appeared before my eyes.

[If you wish to participate, please enter the conference room.]

[Caution! Armed conflicts are fundamentally prevented in the conference room.]

The Chamber of Commerce was the culprit behind all the incidents, but… at least they never lied through messages. If you go into the conference room, you will be able to meet other Awakened people from Earth who were scattered all over the place.

“Honestly, it’s not even funny, it’s a dimensional expo or anything······.”

It was a good opportunity.

Even if the event is separate, it might be possible to form a united front among Earthlings.

at last······.

“You guys aren’t just sitting still either.”

The world was rushing in.

From the relatively nearby Earth to the distant reaches of space.