Hiding A Logistics Center In The Apocalypse Chapter 205

Hiding the Logistics Center in the Apocalypse Episode 205

Sincerity (1)

Whioooo······.

A cold air enveloped the large room.

In the dark, secret room, blue magic lights gave off a soft glow.

The floor was so dry that it seemed as if it would dry out completely that it was so clean that not a single speck of dust was visible.

Because black tombstones were lined up to the left and right, the scenery inside the room was reminiscent of a cemetery on a cloudy day.

Thud thud.

In the meantime, someone's robe was fluttering.

Count Franco, with a slightly tired expression, walked slowly, slowly, between the black tombstones.

“······.”

The count looked around.

Black gravestones with red veins sprouting from every corner.

At the time when I got my hands on the Holy Blood of Veronica, I had already activated each and every one of them.

The pattern drawn on the tombstone was only half-drawn, so it remained an incomplete picture.

But from today onwards, it wasn't like that.

Because the holy blood of Drakan, which will fill in the remaining patterns, is ready.

Behind the Count, the holy blood of Drakan, which had just been extracted from the Duke's heart, was floating and following him.

Tsk tsk tsk······.

Wherever the Holy Blood touched, red streaks of blood appeared on the black tombstones.

The blood that had leaked out flowed like a stream, leaving deep furrows in the shiny surface.

The patterns on the half of the tombstone were completed one by one.

Jeeeeeeing!

The completed tombstone was emitting a soft light.

The shadows that had been watching the scene from afar murmured.

-at las······!

-It was long. It was long.

-A long-standing wish is in our hands······.

They didn't know either.

A multidimensional history that was like a hamster wheel.

That they had put an end to that history.

There was not a single person who did not shed tears in the overwhelming emotion.

“······.”

No, there was just one.

A first-class contributor who collected two holy bloods.

Count Franco alone walked between the black tombstones with an indifferent expression and no word.

Like an ordinary mourner.

***

Immediately after the incident at the Essence Factory.

We headed through subspace to the settlement in Gradiva.

The only clue given was Gradiva's black tombstone.

If something were to happen, it would be Gradiva, I instinctively felt that was the choice.

There are dozens of Gradivas across multiple dimensions, but considering the recent dimensional storm, this one was the most likely.

“We ended up like that······.”

The blood clot was left in Bereshti.

As originally planned, I intend to try to contact the Blood Alliance.

I wanted to confirm the purpose of Count Franco stealing the Holy Blood and the identity of the stele.

While we prepare for the situation at Gradiva, he'll act as a sort of informant.

It's obviously a dangerous thing, but······.

'You can escape at any time.'

I just brought an extra ability test paper.

Even if a problem arises, you can just activate <Product Recovery> and run away.

I also wanted to spy on the mood of the Allied forces that had occupied Bereshti.

“First, hide.”

My brother, sitting on the sofa, nodded and manipulated the blood knife.

Shurururu!

Large wings wrapped around the blood scorpion like an egg, and the blood scorpion's vision also became blurred.

Using the <Hideaway Wings> given by Count Bereshti.

When we checked with the satellite of the logistics situation room, we found that indeed, Hyeolgyeom had completely disappeared.

And just then······.

CLANG!

Five or six wizards rushed into the factory.

-Move quickly, we have to clear it out in one go.

-yes!

The current internal situation of the factory was dire.

Not only was the essence production facility completely destroyed, but the corpse of the cold, slain Duke was oozing red blood.

-Cut piece.

-Dissolution.

-Clean.

All kinds of magic were flying everywhere.

The peacock's corpse was torn to pieces, and soon became limp and melted away.

Finally, a broom-like illusion swept in, completely erasing any traces left on the floor.

'It's so brutal······.'

I felt sick as I watched the scene of destruction of evidence.

They were all red wizards, wearing red ties.

If by any chance they are discovered, the next one to melt away will be the Blood Sword.

Thanks to Sungkyum's painstaking manipulation, he was fortunately able to escape the factory without being caught.

By the time I reached the factory entrance······.

-So is this another lockdown order? I thought things would be eased a bit······.

-Yeah, I heard that the Blood Alliance's Duke came and destroyed everything. Anyway, those idiots are hard to communicate with.

I could hear the murmurs of the blue wizards guarding the entrance.

-The Count is restoring the facility. They say that if concentration is broken, the formula will become tangled······. The red wizards have firmly ordered us to block it like an iron wall.

'You cleverly circumvented the issue.'

If you think about it, it was me who destroyed the production equipment.

Because the tank was destroyed in an instant as the essence hardened by the anti-magic bullet was pulled in.

It was also not true that the Count was here, as it seemed to be because of the Duke of Krago's death.

If you leave your seat at a similar time, you will inevitably be suspected.

While Hyeolgyeom was leaving the entrance, the wizards' conversation continued.

-Your Majesty, you have incredible mental strength. Although he is your nephew, he is the only heir to the family······.

-Maybe that's why. You're so obsessed with post-war reconstruction······. Anyway, even if I chew on Bereshtina and Veronica, I won't feel satisfied. If you dare to touch the nobles of the Great Arcane······.

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"after······."

Hyeol-gyeom, who had escaped outside, checked Bereshti's situation.

-For infinite multidimensional development!

-For!

The general mood was one of celebration of the victory in Bereshti.

A cry to bury the serious damage and somehow mend the wounds.

If there was one thing that was characteristic about angels, it was that they looked a little messy.

And then,

Blame! Blame!

'Vampires?'

Three or four vampires were captured moving quickly across the building.

As with the bloodshed, there is a movement to get out of the factory zone.

I noticed that he was unusually handsome, and upon thinking about it, I remembered that the Duke of Kragog had been like that too.

'Are these the guys the Duke brought?'

Now that I think about it, they were definitely guys I hadn't seen in the last fight.

Maybe they are people dispatched from the leadership of the Blood Alliance.

Judging that there would be no one better to convey the Duke's will, Hyeolgyeom quickly followed.

widely!

Hit the button!

I jumped up, barely touching the window frame and the roof.

Because I was wrapped in <Hideaway Wings>, I couldn't use my wings, but fortunately, I was able to keep up with the strength in my legs.

The place they arrived at was the Allied Forces command center, and in particular, the area assigned to the Blood Alliance.

A place where they sold medicine at night, mobilizing the demons of Bereshti.

It seemed that the leaders of the blood alliance, including the Duke of Krarago, were here, and as expected, a vampire was discovered wandering around the back of the barracks.

'There's just the perfect guy.'

Sssssss······.

The blood of the Hyeolgyeom reacted.

That the guy also has Drakan's true blood flowing through him.

As with the peacock, it seemed that those who shared the same blood as the ancestors could recognize each other.

The guy was also looking around, as if he was sensing something.

Hyeolgyeom approached the guy a little closer.

Then he came out of hiding and spoke with a breath of blood flowing out of him.

“I brought a message from the Duke of Kraga.”

"what?"

The guy looked startled.

But soon his eyes started to sparkle and he started nodding.

“I see, it’s you.”

"what?"

Hyeolgyeom asked back.

A look that seems to indicate that he already knows something.

But there was no room for doubt.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Because vampires that came out from all directions surrounded Hyeolgyeom.

The true vampire guy said with a bewildered expression.

“I heard from Count Franco. I can’t believe it, but… Is it true that you assassinated the Duke?”

"what?"

“Yes······. You wouldn’t say it with your own mouth. I don’t know what kind of courage it took to show up, but······. Don’t even think about going back alive. If you suffer from blood magic for a few days, the mastermind will come out easily.”

Only then did he recall what Count Franco had said to Hyeol-gyeom.

Advice to get out of the way before the wizards arrive.

Because the Count needed a fugitive to take his place.

“Ah, Master······.”

At that kind of grace, Hyeolgyeom shuddered.

***

“Tell me quickly, whose fortune it is.”

Jinhyeolgwi asked sharply to Hyeolgyeom, who was tightly bound.

Judging by the atmosphere, it seems that the Blood Alliance has not yet figured out whether the Duke is alive or dead.

The duke's corpse had just turned to liquid and disappeared, so it was only natural.

For now, he was caught without any problem.

The original purpose was to contact the blood alliance and find out the count's intentions.

Of course, before that, I had to clear up this ridiculous accusation.

Hyeolgyeom answered in a calm voice.

“It was Count Franco who murdered the Duke, not me.”

“Nonsense!”

Boom!

The bloodthirsty demon slammed the table.

Beyond not believing Hyeol-gyeom's words, the atmosphere was now such that they were certain of the duke's death.

Perhaps because of that, the bastard's voice became even louder.

“You’re talking nonsense because the numbers are wrong. Right, just keep your mouth shut. When the blood curse arrives, you’ll have to tell everything, whether you like it or not. I’ll show you what it feels like to have your entire body turn inside out.”

Bloodletting was a type of item that had bloodletting magic added to it.

The bloodthirsty demon raved about the power of the blood ointment, which was roughly a silver rope soaked in cursed blood, and seemed to have powers greater than those of a confession ointment.

While he was telling his story, the guy started yelling at Hyeolgyeom again.

“Do you know what you have done? The Duke has found the blood of Drakan flowing through your body! He has acknowledged your blood and has tried to collect it! How dare you repay a favor that you could never repay in your lifetime······! How dare you repay me with enmity······!”

When the guy who couldn't hold back his anger started spewing blood out of his mouth······.

Bam!

The door opened and several vampires came inside.

In their hands were silver ropes that were said to be blood products.

He tied up the bloody knife and tied his arms, legs, and waist tightly to a chair.

'Is this enough?'

Five vampires, a perfect number to appeal to with all your heart.

Hyeolgyeom took a deep breath and finally opened his mouth.

“It’s unfair. If you knew my true feelings, you wouldn’t be doing this.”

“You’re talking nonsense. Now, what······.”

The bloodthirsty demon stopped talking.

Thud. Thud.

Because a strange throbbing had been beating in his chest for a while now.

Little by little, Hyeolgyeom's true feelings were being conveyed.

“Hey, wait a minute! This pulse is······! The Duke’s······?!”

How could he have been caught without any countermeasures?

The Duke of Krarago's message was not just words.

The ability to use vibrations to make a heartbeat is a unique ability of the peacock.

Just before he died, he left a kind of 'dying message' to Hyeolgyeom.

“That’s ridiculous······. Then is it really the Count?”

Thump! Thump!

Jinhyeol-gwi finally listens to Hyeol-gyeom's statement.

This was because the pulse left behind by the Duke was urging Hyeolgyeom to ‘trust’.

Of course, the Duke meant to believe Hyeol-gyeom's words, but he didn't mean to believe 'Hyeol-gyeom'······.

'That's none of my business.'

At this point, he planned to use this 'token of trust' to steal all the internal information of the blood alliance.

"iced coffee!"

The vampires sighed.

Even though he was tied up tightly, Hyeolgyeom held his chest high.

So that the whole room is filled······.

Boom! Boom!

“Can you feel it? My sincerity?”

The blood clot made their hearts tremble.