Hiding A Logistics Center In The Apocalypse Chapter 202

Hiding the Logistics Center in the Apocalypse Episode 202

Thicker than water (1)

Wheeee······.

Only silence remained.

The Allied forces finally captured Beresht.

But in reality, it was nothing more than a glory filled with scars.

-What? Central headquarters? What the hell are you talking about?

-It disappeared from the sky······! Communications were cut off······.

It was close to completion.

Originally, this facility was intended to exploit Bereshti's resources.

However, due to an unknown phenomenon, the entire facility disappeared.

That wasn't the only problem.

– A significant number of the troops on board were killed. Although some high-ranking officials and vampires from the blood alliance managed to survive······.

It wasn't usually a fall from a high place.

Only vampires with the ability to fly and some high-ranking military personnel barely managed to survive.

For wizards with weak bodies, the damage was even more severe.

And, as a result······.

-Oh my god, there was a huge guy hiding······.

The Allied Command began to take notice of Jeonggyeom's abilities.

Rodolfo's catapult that was disappearing from time to time, and even the central headquarters.

Because I couldn't help but notice its terrifying effects.

Moreover, it wasn't the first time this had happened.

-You've had something like that before?

-Yes, there are records of the dimensional headquarters disappearing from Earth. The Bone Dragon did the same. The corpse of an Arcane noble······.

Things that suddenly disappeared.

The Allied command listed each and every one of their actions, and eventually one name came to mind.

The name of the legendary warlock, Buendia.

but······.

-I don't think it's Buendia's ability. Wasn't he still in the concentration camp when the Dimensional Headquarters disappeared?

-But it's clear that they're related. Judging from how his abilities are used depending on his actions······.

-Then wait… No way?

-Marquez! That explains it······!

The commanders were in an uproar.

The long-winded reasoning didn't even reach Jeong-gyeom.

Instead, it brought to mind the name of a revolutionary group that once chilled the livers of the Chamber of Commerce.

-Ugh······. What will become of multidimensionality······.

The conclusion was simple.

The fact that Marquez has the absurd ability to take over entire facilities.

And that the Marquesses and the Duchess of Veronica joined hands.

Although it was the Allied Forces that captured Bereshti Castle······.

-The problem has become complicated······.

It was a situation where no one could laugh.

***

It wasn't just the Allies who won the war.

If Count Franco had not been there, no one could have guaranteed the outcome.

Thud thud.

The Count was heading towards the factory area of Beresht.

Even as he walked briskly, he recalled the fierce battle in the castle.

To be exact, the vampires of Bereshti who suddenly became stronger.

“It wasn’t the original essence······. What is it? Is it finished?”

But soon he shook his head.

Because that was impossible as long as the Holy Blood was in his arms.

“I guess I got the mix right. Well, I guess I can make improvements any time······.”

The Allied command was in the midst of a commotion, claiming that this was the second coming of Marquez, but Count Franco had other concerns.

His original goal was to secure Bereshti's essence factory.

“The sacrifice was greater than expected, but······. It doesn’t matter. The die has already been cast.”

To gain the attention of the Blood Alliance and ultimately secure Drakan's Holy Blood.

The Count intended to start producing the essence as quickly as possible.

but······.

“······I guess it can’t be easy.”

What he faced were vampires from the blood alliance surrounding the factory.

***

"after···"

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately after obtaining the central headquarters with subspace abilities.

Princess Veronica and I returned to the castle again, and immediately helped the allied forces retreat.

All of Bereshti's vampires, as well as the people of the territory, had been sent to Elvenheim.

'It's a good thing they were all in disarray.'

With the central headquarters gone, the Allied forces fell into a state of panic.

So confused that they were wondering whether to continue the offensive or retreat to find the missing central headquarters.

Thanks to this, I was able to pour out firepower everywhere, while at the same time secretly escaping through the portal.

'······I finally got it.'

On one side of the subspace sector, there was a giant flying saucer.

The impurities on board were completely removed, leaving only the facilities intact.

You could probably print out a higher-level application form, and maybe even find a way to leverage that nifty preemptive strike system.

but······.

“Let’s check that out slowly.”

First, I decided to meet Princess Veronica.

I got the finished essence, but I still had Veronica's Holy Blood left.

So I went out of the subspace again······.

“You came? You must have had a hard time.”

“It’s just the beginning, what is it?”

Arrived in Elvenheim.

I've already shipped out a few sofas so you can get some rest.

Following Buendia, who greeted me, the princess and Count Bereshti also rose.

“······.”

They exchanged silent greetings.

Although he was tired, he looked much more relieved.

It was thanks to securing the finished product essence.

I wasn't going to be satisfied with that though.

“Can you really get the Holy Blood back?”

“Yes, even if it doesn’t work out, we have to make it happen.”

I nodded to the princess's question.

She can only ascend to the throne if she has the Holy Blood.

Not only was the symbolic meaning significant, but the power of the Duke Vampire with the Holy Blood was not something to be ignored.

I continued speaking to the three of them.

“It’s not like it’s hidden anywhere… The Count is carrying it around. And it seems like he’s trying to produce essence with that holy blood.”

“Really······. Are you waiting for the moment when that bastard takes out the Holy Blood?”

“Yes.”

I nodded to Buendia's words.

The moment when Count Franco takes out the Holy Blood to create the Essence.

That would be the perfect time to steal the Holy Blood.

But Princess Veronica still looked worried.

“But······ Count Franco is a master of telekinesis magic. It won’t be easy to steal the item······.”

There must be a reason why the Count carries the Holy Blood around with him.

The calculation was that it was much safer to carry it on my person than to keep it hidden away.

There must have been some kind of telekinesis there, close to monstrous strength.

“I have a separate method in mind for that part. More importantly… is to induce the Count to obediently produce the essence. That way, we can have an opening to steal it.”

The essence factory was a kind of 'Trojan horse'.

A gift to the Count, but also a means to steal his precious blood.

Fortunately, the Count also seemed eager to produce the essence, but the problem was that it didn't seem easy.

"hmm······."

The reason was in the mirror.

We looked into the <Tracking Mirror>, which contained the gaze of the bloodthirsty man, placed slantedly next to the sofa.

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Thud thud.

Hyeolgyeom entered the essence factory.

Beneath the intricately curved pipes, Count Franco, with a dark expression, greeted the Bloodthirsty.

“Your Majesty.”

“Oh, it’s you. Are you feeling okay?”

“Yes, as I said, I’m fine.”

“Heh heh······. That’s right. It’s a good thing you’re a vampire.”

He was a bloodthirsty man who was at the central headquarters under the count's orders.

Although he joined <Product Recovery> in the middle and handed over the essence to us······.

The Count had been at the central headquarters and had returned after evacuating to the wings.

“Count, but what about those vampires outside······?”

Hyeolgyeom asked.

Because there was a fierce confrontation between wizards and vampires surrounding the essence factory.

The count answered with a dry sigh.

“It’s a blood oath. They’re threatening to destroy the production plant here.”

“Are you talking about the factory? Why would the Blood Alliance······?”

I didn't understand it right away.

As Count Franco said, wasn't the Essence a 'gift' for the Blood Pact?

But this was only the Count's position, and the vampires of the Blood Pact seemed to want to destroy the Essence Factory, which was a product of Bereshti.

“It is true that the Blood Alliance leadership ordered the destruction of the factory. The Blood Alliance has a horrible aversion to Veronica’s essence······. However, if they learn that the essence is not a substitute for blood, but something more, the leadership will change their minds. The problem now is that those idiots have no intention of reporting this fact to their superiors. Don’t you know firsthand how powerful the essence can be?”

It was certainly as the Count said.

The essence mixed with the true blood greatly enhanced the physical abilities of the blood demon.

Hyeolgyeom nodded and answered.

“How about I try to convince you myself? If I show you the effectiveness of the essence······.”

“Well, if you experience the effects yourself… Those fools might feel something too. But that won’t do. Vampires are a race with strong pride and jealousy. The moment they learn your true identity, they’ll definitely try to kill you. It’s not too late to reveal your identity to the Blood Pact.”

Count Franco patted Hyeol-gyeom on the shoulder as if to say that it was okay.

But that didn't solve the problem.

In fact, the Count was unable to operate his production plant due to the threat of vampires.

However, it was not possible to engage in an all-out war with a blood alliance that was part of the same allied forces.

The count waved his hands as if he had no other choice.

“There’s no choice. We have no choice but to slowly move the production facilities to Arcane. You should prepare as well. Let’s move to Arcane by tomorrow.”

The count turned around after saying those words.

But, looking at his back as he walked away, Hyeolgyeom quietly shook his head.

Because Count Franco had to produce the essence here in Bereshti.

'······Let me help you once, Count.'

Even if it's to lose the Holy Blood.

***

Stab.

As usual, night came that day too.

Bereshti's defense was weak.

Not only did they lose a significant number of troops along with the central headquarters,

The remaining troops were even facing off surrounding the essence factory.

Sweep!

Ssssssss!

It was thanks to you.

Taking advantage of the late night, dozens of shadows sneaked into Bereshti.

They were vampires of Bereshti, enhanced with essence, and were heading towards the Blood Pact's stronghold.

Not long after······.

-What kind of guy is this!

The response came in quickly.

Kwaaaaang!

The vampires of Bereshti clashed with the vampires of the Blood Pact.

-Ugh!

-I'm the enemy!

The purpose was not to kill.

More importantly, the blood alliance must acknowledge the effectiveness of the essence.

Furthermore, it was intended to induce consent to the production of essence.

Choaaaak!

Blood and essence were scattered in the darkness.

As soon as they realized that their opponent was a vampire, the vampires of the Blood Pact began to fight with all their might.

A midnight duel was a sacred fight that determined the hierarchy among vampires.

'The Strongest of the Night'.

It was the most glorious epithet a vampire could have.

but······.

-what?

-These kids······. Why are they like this······!

It was clear that they were in similar weight classes.

But as they clashed, the vampires of the Blood Pact realized that they were slowly being pushed back.

No matter how hard I struggled, holding onto the energy of the night and pouring all my strength into it, it was no use.

Even······.

That wasn't all.

-Were those guys······ originally that broad of shoulders?

-Damn, what's the circumference of that thigh······!

It seems strangely off-topic, but in fact, this was the essence.

The darker the environment, the more closely the vampires observe their opponents' bodies.

'Night Showdown', it was actually a concept that was a jumble of charm, beauty, and strength.

-Even the skin······!

-That's ridiculous. That guy is 160 years old?

Beep!

The faces of the Bereshti vampires shone like porcelain.

They touched their faces with their long fingers and murmured softly.

“Essence······.”

-Essence? Ah······!

Only then did the vampires of the Blood Pact realize the difference between themselves and Bereshti.

I couldn't admit it because of the overwhelming psychological resistance.

-Don't make me laugh! That orange juice······!

Even so, I couldn't take my eyes off him.

The veins that stood out strangely, the nose that was as sharp as a knife, and the lips that were even redder.

But the decisive thing is······.

“It’s definitely gotten a bit bigger······.”

These were the last words of the Bereshti vampires.

-······what?

Wow!

The vampires of the Blood Pact stood still.

It was the same whether it was a male vampire or a female vampire.

Leaving them behind in shock, the vampires of Bereshti dispersed like fog.

I just left one word behind.

“It’s really nice at night······.”

The eyes of the bloodthirsty demons were filled with confusion.

That you can become a 'strong man of the night'.

Because there was no other choice as tempting as that.