Hiding A Logistics Center In The Apocalypse Chapter 153

Hiding the Logistics Center in the Apocalypse Episode 153

Battle of Sabros (2)

Episode 153. The Battle of Sabros (2)

A place leading to a damp cave wall.

A golden scepter was mixed with rusty weapons.

“······Thank you for your hard work.”

General Targa of Sabros snorted.

A body so large that it fills the inside of a cave.

He sat on the throne of Sabros and praised his subordinates.

“Thank you, General.”

I had just returned from the Dimension Expo.

A hero who saved Sabros from danger, despite being at the bottom of the 7th tier, and ranked 5th in the brawl.

The general patted Tar on the shoulder, as if he was satisfied.

“I feel relieved. I thought I had to call them all in······.”

Sabros, who is particularly belligerent even among the mid-level ones.

Thousands of reptiles had already spread throughout the lower dimensions, waging war.

If we had lost the melee, we would have had to call in our troops and focus on defending Sabros······.

“Can we just continue like this? No······ Instead, we should provide reinforcements.”

Now there's no need to worry about that.

The current hierarchy restrictions given to Sabros are up to 6 levels.

As long as the restrictions were maintained, there wouldn't be much of a push.

Tar, who had more free time, only revealed greater ambitions.

“By the way······ Did you say Toton Invest?”

“That’s right, General.”

“It’s an application for a rank… What a pity. If only I knew where it was, I would send my entire army to get it.”

Sabros was a force that was not to be envied.

If you can just get as many rank applications as you want, you can increase your power beyond imagination.

Since it was Toton Investment that was only known by rumors, he had no choice but to swallow his regret······.

“Now, general!”

Tar soon found out.

It wasn't the time to be having such peaceful thoughts.

A soldier with an urgent voice suddenly flew in.

“What's going on?”

“It’s the enemy······! Right now······.”

“What? How could that be? There must be a hierarchy restriction······.”

“This is not a pioneering project! Letel! The Letel guys are coming in!”

“······Retel?”

I felt like I was going to lose my breath.

Letel and I have been mortal enemies for the past hundred years.

It was painful enough that we failed to occupy the area, but what was worse was that we allowed them to invade.

“How did those skinny guys······?”

I was just wondering.

A body that is twisted and dried up, as if it hasn't even eaten anything.

That was the appearance of the Lethelians that Tar remembered.

but······.

“We’re being pushed back in the hierarchy…! The soldiers’ attacks aren’t working!”

Surprisingly, the Lethelians had been growing in pure weight.

That he is overwhelming Sabros in both strength and rank.

The soldiers reported that the elite 7th-tier lizardmen were falling like autumn leaves.

“Where is the location······! Where is the location!”

“Mayar······ This is Mayar Castle!”

“Damn it of all things!”

Boom!

Targa struck down the throne.

The Mayar Castle, where the Rethelin prisoners were held.

I don't know about other places, but I absolutely could not give up the Mayar Castle.

Targa ordered.

“Everyone, follow me! We must… We must protect it!”

"yes!"

It was desperate.

Sabros was suddenly at a disadvantage, but······.

If only 'that' could be protected, there would be room for a reversal.

Shririk!

The lizards of Sabros quickly escaped the cave.

To protect their hometown, Sabros.

***

Kwaaang!

Boom!

A constant, deafening roar.

We were now facing the castle of Sabros, Mayar.

“It’s damp······.”

Huge boulders flew in from the castle one after another.

Even though the axis shook with a great shock, not a single speck of dust rose.

This place, Sabros, was completely filled with water and mud.

A river mixed with swamp and mud flowed.

A river that became a moat surrounded the high castle,

That was the castle of Mayar, where the Retel prisoners were taken captive.

“Thank you, Ancestor······!”

“What, this is the closest.”

It was Tereb's opinion that the prisoners should be rescued first.

Since it was the closest place to where the portal was installed, I had no reason to object.

I just watch anxiously as the Lethelians continue their fierce fight.

To make matters worse, the Lethelians were overwhelming the Sabros forces with their unique brute force.

Shhh!

Shririk!

Rocks kept flying incessantly.

The snakes of Sabros scaled the walls, whipping their long tails like whips as they hurled rocks at us.

Sabros occupied a high position with a high wall surrounding the swamp, but······.

“Gurrrrrrr!”

The means of attack were already prepared.

Haila, the toad caught in Ur.

These toads will become the legs of the Retelians.

chuck!

Eight Lethels grabbed Hyla's horn.

Hyla puffed up both of her hind legs greatly······.

Jump!

It soared into the sky in an instant.

The walls of Mayar, which felt so high.

But for Haila, it was just a single step up the stairs.

Hyla, floating in the sky, sent down tentacles,

Thud!

Thud!

Using their tentacles as ropes, the Lethelians fell like corn onto the walls.

There were those who were often swept away by the wind and fell down the steep wall······.

“Whew!”

The Retelians were already thoroughly trained in CrossFit.

I climbed up the Mayar fortress walls made of cave stones as if I was rock climbing······.

“Kaaaah!”

Kkudddddddddddd!

By flexing his strong biceps, he was able to strangle the necks of armored crocodiles, lizardmen, and king cobras.

Sabros' reptiles fall off with a creaking sound.

The splashing moat ate their corpses.

“The inside has been subdued, Ancestor.”

"okay."

The Mayar Castle has fallen.

The flags of the Rethelites waved above the walls, and with the clank of chains a bridge was lowered over the moat.

“······Should we go in and take a look?”

That's how I entered the Mayar Castle.

With the Lethels who are now the masters of the castle.

***

“Tereb······?!”

“Oh, how on earth······!”

The Retelians who were taken prisoner.

He looked at his fellow countrymen appearing one after another with an expression of confusion.

All they could see was Lethel being trampled by Sabros.

Although I would have liked to share a happy ending with you, the situation was not conducive to that right now.

He immediately opened a portal and sent the prisoners back to the Rethel dimension, then gave instructions to Tereb and the other Rethelites.

“There might be some hiding people······ Search the castle thoroughly. Take a good look outside too.”

“Yes, ancestor······!”

The Mayar Prison where the prisoners were held.

Leaving the wide open iron bars behind them, the Retelians scattered in all directions.

It was a scene that made one feel the liberation of the Lethel people······.

An incongruous gaze caught my eye.

“······That?”

There was just one window that hadn't been opened yet.

The deepest part of the cave prison.

A huge being hidden in the shadows was breathing irregularly.

“It looks like a lizard······.”

I set up the portal as a shield and approached the bastard cautiously.

Although he is a Sabros, he is a being locked in prison.

If we could communicate, we might be able to find out where the leader of Sabros was.

Blowing up the leader wouldn't end the war, but it might at least bring it to an end sooner.

“Euuum······.”

The low growling sound characteristic of the beast echoed through the cave.

As soon as I approached it······.

Flash!

“······!”

The reptilian yellow eyes filled the iron bars.

'How big is it······.'

A body so large that one eye could fill a wall.

But in contrast to its majesty, its body was completely rotting away.

So much so that it was impossible to distinguish the boundary between the mud that filled the surroundings and its body.

But I could sense a clear trace of consciousness in his eyes, so I asked if there was a king of Sabros.

And before long, the heavy, descending voice returned.

“The King of Sabros······ You have always welcomed guests.”

“······Are you kidding?”

“I do have a bad habit of stretching my words, but······ I’m not very good at joking. Sabros is a land that started with me. Of course, I’m not the one you’re looking for.”

He introduced himself as 'Feather'.

An old lizard with death looming before his eyes, he surprisingly called himself the King of Sabros.

“Of course, it’s just a facade now.”

He said that a general named 'Tar' had usurped power through rebellion.

He added that he had been ruling as regent for hundreds of years, keeping himself locked in iron bars.

When I asked about Tar's location, King Feather of Sabros let out a sigh.

“If you climb down the cave wall… somewhere there, they’ll be holding a scepter. But looking for tar won’t solve the problem. The reptiles of Sabros lay a dozen eggs at a time. And they hatch very quickly. Just as the mud soaked with water is dug up and dug away, the ground quickly fills in… they’ll cut off their tails, disappear, and reappear again.”

"what······."

Could it be because he had been locked up for hundreds of years?

Somehow, it seemed like he wasn't in his right mind.

A foreshadowing that the hatched eggs will grow and fight us.

Because in his rambling, flowing speech, the conventional concept of time completely collapsed.

'That's true, but······.'

At least one thing was clear.

His prediction that the fight would be long.

Since it was a fight to conquer an entire dimension, I couldn't even imagine how much longer the fight would last.

I asked Feather.

“Is there another way?”

“All we have to do is go back to the old days. It takes time to build something up, but only a moment to tear it down.”

Was it because of the betrayal that followed the rebellion?

Despite claiming to be the king of Sabros, Feather wished for Sabros' downfall.

“Do you want to reclaim the throne?”

“No way… how could that be? I am already returning to the earth. Sabros… it is about time for that to happen. Go straight down to the basement here. There will be a gift left by the Chamber of Commerce there.”

“Chamber of Commerce······?”

“I was just a kid who liked to play with mud. But one day, the Chamber of Commerce made me a special offer. They said I could do something very special with the lizards I had. That was when the Dimensional Headquarters was established.”

Dimension Headquarters.

It was a word I had heard at the exhibition as well.

An institution that the Chamber of Commerce promised to establish to commemorate the ascension of Earth to the mid-dimensional level.

It seems that at some point, a dimensional headquarters was established in Sabros as well.

“There is a gift in the basement. Get rid of it. Then everything will go back to normal.”

That's what Feather was suggesting.

A way to end the war with Sabros in one fell swoop.

“······How can I trust you?”

“Believe it or not… you’ll find out. Targa will do his best to protect the gift… If you’re not an idiot, don’t you know what that means?”

Boom! Boom!

As expected, Tereb entered the prison with urgent footsteps.

The news he gave me was······.

“We are completely surrounded, Ancestor.”

It was none other than Sabros' impatience.

“Ancestor, then, as you said, it would be better to get out for now······.”

There was a plan that had been shared with Tereb in advance.

Penetrating the enemy lines as much as possible without worrying about escape routes.

The next strategy was to escape using subspace.

After that, it was a matter of using the portal to hit and run, and constantly waging guerrilla warfare······.

"wait for a sec."

If Feather's words were true, then simply destroying the Chamber of Commerce's 'gift' would be enough to bring down Sabros in one fell swoop.

Feather, whose eyes still show bright yellow irises.

I asked him one last time, because I felt like he represented Sabros.

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Rather than trampling on other beings and living… it would be better to return to the dust early. Sabros has shed too much blood in the meantime.”

There was not a shred of hesitation in his gaze.

If Sabros was cruel to the point of being brutal, Feather was harsher on himself than anyone else.

He added finally.

“There is no need to get your hands dirty. The savagery of the beginning… is closer to purity.”

The Retelians were exploring the interior of the castle.

News came from them that they had discovered an underground passage.

Feather's clear eyes were floating like the moon beyond the bars, but······.

“······.”

He didn't bother to open the door.

An old king waiting for death.

Even if he were to be released from prison now, what would it mean to him?

“······I’ll go.”

“It was nice to meet you.”

After greeting, I said goodbye to the King of Sabros.

Then it sank as if it was sinking deep into a deep cave.

To discover the Chamber of Commerce's long-standing gift.