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Hiding the Logistics Center in the Apocalypse Episode 193
Allied Forces (4)
After talking with Count Bereshti.
I reached out to the coal piled on one side of the wall.
“Shopaholic.”
Just one step was enough.
A single sharp wedge-shaped bullet disappeared,
Pax revealed information about a new weapon that had been accepted into the subspace.
Tiring!
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[Electromagnetic wedge bullet]
Rating: [Epic]
Description: [A wedge bullet used in electromagnetic cannons. It contains a charge that causes a magical shock, and works by reacting to the magical coil of the electromagnetic gun barrel. The charge reacts to strong external impact, but the power is weakened.]
※ Damage stacks when firing simultaneously.
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[There are 406,691 magic stones remaining.]
For now, I decided to be satisfied with wedge bullets.
If I went to the other wall, I might be able to get my hands on a good electromagnetic gun, but my current balance couldn't accommodate an item that cost 2 million.
It's a shame that the wedge bullets only cost 200,000 each.
With my weapon in hand, I aimed the portal towards the bottom of the wall where enemies were swarming.
"shipment."
Wedge!
Taaaaang!
Pajijijiji-pajijiji!
A blue lightning bolt spreading out in all directions.
Lightning mixed with magic instantly roasted the enemies.
An attack that further increases the power of multiple shots through chain attacks.
As Count Bereshti said, if aimed well, it was enough firepower to inflict damage even on the 4th tier.
“Electromagnetic bubbles…? How?”
Meanwhile, the count looked surprised.
I have never explained my abilities to them yet.
Since we were back to back, it would be faster to just see it than to explain.
and······.
“You can’t just watch. There’s still a long way to go.”
Kuuuuuuuuu!
The enemies shouted.
A multidimensional coalition of at least a dozen different races.
It was a magnificent sight, no different from the unification of races, but what bound them together was not equality, but murderous intent.
Jeeeeing!
Unlike the Count who hesitated, Buendia moved quickly.
I immediately opened a portal, and Buendia, who had fallen through, reappeared within 10 seconds, holding a bumpy staff.
It was a now-unbanned staff that had been recovered from the evidence vault.
“I guess I’ll have to take care of that first.”
Buendia furrowed his gray eyebrows.
What caught his eye was a single flag raised high.
It was a totem containing Faust's contract spell.
“······.”
Buendia muttered a spell and clenched his thick fists as he looked at the totem.
Pfft!
The reddish-brown flag hardened and soon turned a bluish-purple color.
Buendia's black magic had taken control of the circuits of Faust's totem.
Kuuuuung!
As the totem's buff was reversed, the movements of the rushing enemies became noticeably slower.
Elite orcs, ogres, and large, tattooed barbarian goblins stood still, their expressions puzzled.
Buendia shouted at them.
“I changed the buff to a debuff, but I also removed the ‘brainwashing curse’ from you. I ask you, did you come here of your own free will, or were you simply dragged into a fight you did not want to fight?”
It was a war led by a higher dimension.
Just as we were treated like meat shields, there may be some who are caught up in this in ways they may not want to.
The elite orc with scars all over his face answered, perhaps sensing something was wrong.
“Please, spare us! We are also threatened······!”
Phew!
The orc's head exploded in an instant.
Buendia grumbled in displeasure at the sight.
“Oh, I shouldn’t have put in a lie detector.”
“Fuck! Push it!”
Buendia had a gentle impression like a neighborhood grandfather, but as he was a famous black magician, he was at the mercy of the invaders.
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The troops that gathered at the west gate here were all invaders who volunteered to trample on Bereshti.
Realizing that they could not retreat, they rushed towards the inner gate of the Baekjak Castle.
Phew!
One side of the space was distorted, and waves of black magic spread out.
Enemies nearby were engulfed in an unknown purple flame and cried out in pain.
Even as the friendly forces were falling one by one, one of the foreign races, who looked to be a hundred-year-old man, shouted slyly.
“Even so, it’s only a 5th-tier attack! High-tier tanks take the lead! Break through in one breath!”
“Oh, you have quite a good eye.”
Buendia scratched his chin as if interested.
Because the attack magic he could use with his staff was only at the 5th level.
He praised the white-collar worker's insight and added his order with a smile.
“But the idea is lacking.”
Phew! Phew!
The waves of black magic spread endlessly.
Then, a space with a diameter of about 50 meters emitted flames.
Although it was only a 5th tier attack, it was a significant range attack.
Pfft pfft pfft!
Phew!
While Buendia dealt with the incoming waves of troops, I fired wedge rounds, targeting commanders above the rank of Hundred General.
The Allied forces that had been surging forward like waves were now halting and being pushed back, and I swallowed dry saliva in front of the hot black magic plate that Buendia had laid down.
The outer wall of the West Gate was covered with the corpses of Allied troops.
Now that they had been subdued, it was time to repair the broken gates.
Only then, as if something had come to his attention, Count Bereshti waved his arms toward the horrific battlefield.
Choaaaaaaah!
Drops of blood spurted out from all sides.
As one of Veronica's subordinates, the Count drank essence instead of blood, but that didn't mean he couldn't handle blood.
Blood spurted from all directions and flew toward the empty doorstep.
Then they came together and created a new, bright red gate on top of the collapsed gate.
Buendia commented with a chuckle.
“You’re still pretty dexterous!”
“Of course. As long as it fits the purpose, isn’t that fine?”
Count Bereshti smiles awkwardly.
It was only after the blood of his enemies had been stirred that he was able to exert his power.
The fallen Seomun outer wall was reclaimed.
The primary objective had been achieved since the road was blocked all the way to the gate, but unfortunately the Allied Forces did not sit still.
Kwaaaaaaaah!
Pasa sasa sak!
With a huge roar, the blood gate that the Count had erected was destroyed in an instant.
Clumps of hardened blood flew like glass beads, and blood that had not yet hardened burst out like a fountain.
A huge chunk of flesh squeezed its way through the gap, pushing away the half-collapsed bloodstain.
“That······?”
An organic form I've never seen before.
As he was looking down at the bastard, Count Bereshti added quietly.
“You are the Viscount Broyer of the Blood Pledge. I think you are one of his lackeys······.”
“Ah, of the blood oath?”
Buendia also turned his head as if he had heard it before.
The flesh spread out in many directions, covering the corpses piled on the floor.
All sorts of skin colors – green, blue, flesh-colored, black – began to blend into its massive body.
and······.
“Tell your master, Count. A vampire who is afraid of blood is not worthy of being a vampire.”
A bright voice was heard from behind.
It was the voice of the master of the mass, Count Broyer.
Cookies, cookies, cookies, cookies, cookies!
A flesh-colored mass that spreads in an instant.
If Count Bereshti used the blood of the corpses as a resource, then for Broyer, their fresh flesh was the resource.
Seeing the powers that were equal to his own, perhaps even more powerful, Count Bereshti added urgently.
“Broyer’s hierarchy is probably around 4th tier. That monster is only around 5th or 6th tier. The problem is regeneration.”
“Regenerative power?”
“Yes, because it is a form in which various life organs are mixed together······. It is almost impossible to end its life. First, I will tie its feet.”
Choaaaah!
The drops of blood that had fallen around clumped together again.
This time, it is not in the form of a thick door, but rather in the shape of a dense mesh.
The Count's blood-woven net engulfed Broyer's men.
-Ouch, oh, oh, oh······.
A lump of flesh that twists and turns its entire body as if it is suffocating.
In the meantime, Buendia continued to use black magic, and I continued to use wedge bullets.
Phew!
Pah, pah, pah, pah!
The servant's organs were tangled and bursting out, and the deep-pierced skin was burned black, but it was only for a moment.
New flesh grew over the cuts and burst wounds as if nothing had happened, and the layers of scaffolding spat out dead skin.
Even when hit, cut, and ruptured, the thing crossed the outer wall with its near-infinite regenerative power.
I told the Count.
“Count, how long can you hold them with your full power?”
“If it’s 30 seconds, no, 50 seconds······.”
“One minute. Just one minute, please.”
"······All right."
Flutter!
The count nodded and flew up.
Then he hugged me and landed in front of the inner gate that the Allied Forces were targeting.
He gathered up all the scattered drops of blood and cast the net again towards the rushing mass of flesh.
Crunch!
As the Count's net closed in on him, I too shouted a warning.
It was an event that was not normally done, but was only done in times of great bleeding like now.
“Warehouse clearance.”
Tada-dada-dada-dak!
In front of the gray stone wall that had become a bloodbath, a sleek iron frame was thrust forward.
Boom! Boom!
Iron pipes that formed the pillars flew in from all directions and were stuck in, and on top of them, flat shelves were stacked like dominoes.
Hinges resembling handcuffs were inserted to form a flying staircase with 11 and X-shaped crosses, and round, cylindrical wedges were quickly displayed.
They were all electromagnetic wedge grenades that had been accepted a little while ago.
“······What is it? What is it?”
The panicked voice of Count Broyer was heard.
The lump of flesh was just making an unidentifiable howl as if it was uncomfortable with the situation.
As if possessed by evil, the bastard floundered in a web of blood······.
This was no longer their battlefield.
This place is just a warehouse.
It was a world of objects that had gathered dust, waiting for the sun to shine.
The space used for 'warehouse clearance' was about 1/4 the size of my actual logistics center.
Compared to the entire subspace, it was ridiculously small in size, and the casting time was only 1 minute. As the level increased, the size of the warehouse and the casting time increased.
But for now, that was enough.
It's big enough to cover a wide area around the entrance to the castle, and there are 816 wedge bullets stacked on the shelves.
It was a very vicious and malignant stock that would grind the bastard to dust.
"emission."
Tadadadadadadak!
The sound of things being taken out could be heard from all directions.
The sharp wedge bullets grazed the shelves, making the heavy shelves bounce like strings.
The entire warehouse shook, and the clanking of the checkout counters ticked in excitement.
Crunch!
Kkwaduk!
Wedge bullets pierced flesh from all sides.
The soft scaffolding absorbed the shock, but the wedge bullets stabbed and stabbed again, causing a chain reaction.
Pah, pah, pah, pah!
Brrrrrr!
The huge lump of flesh trembled without thinking.
Like a patient who had been stabbed in the acupoint, a lightning-like shock enveloped my whole body.
Phage support······. Taang!
Taaaaang!
The magical energy exchanged here and there collided, and the electricity that had been flowing like water spewed out sparks and explosions.
“Ah······. Ah······!”
Even the proud Broyer was taken aback.
She waved her hands frantically, trying to gather up the scattered corpses and pieces of flesh.
Then he bit his own finger to make it bleed, and slowly began to move up the hierarchy of flesh.
A soft veil began to cover the surface of the flesh, but······.
“That won’t do.”
A thick wooden stake was driven into the center of the warehouse.
A hierarchy stake taken from the head of the library of the Dimensional Court.
A powerful curse emanating from the stake pulled down the ranks of Broyer and her minions.
Kkwaddddddddddddd!
Phagezi-phagezi-phagezi!
The count's bloody net tightened around his servant.
The wedge bullets striking from all sides built up electric currents on the soft skin.
As that short, short minute drew to a close······.
Phew!
Eventually, the flesh chunks that could not hold on exploded and scattered in all directions.
Skin cells that had melted like slime scattered like saliva, and stuck like gum to the walls where the warehouse shelves had disappeared.
“It’s not over yet······! Not yet!”
Broyer, who lost his servant, went on a rampage.
A chunk of flesh torn apart by successive attacks.
Although their strength was significantly weakened, their numbers had increased significantly.
but······.
Flutter.
A shadow fell over the face of Count Broyer, so beloved by vampires.
Dozens of vampires fill the sky.
Because the reinforcements from the Duchy of Veronica, with their fists covered in orange essence, had just arrived.
"iced coffee······."
Broyer looked up at the sky with a bewildered expression.
The longing sun beat down on her through the shadow of her pointed wings.
Crunch!
It didn't even take 30 minutes.
Dealing with the invaders, and even making the gates thick with their blood.