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Hiding the Logistics Center in the Apocalypse Episode 217
Reconstruction (3)
A situation where Paxmen are deployed on one side and martial artists are deployed on the other.
A fierce battle took place in both <Anxiety> and <Addiction>.
The battle took many forms.
Paxmen each had different types of awakening abilities, and in the case of the martial artists, even though their overall form was similar, the seasons and types of food they used were unique.
Doo doo doo! Doo doo doo!
Choaack!
One of the Paxmans clapped his hands.
A white, glowing bullet flew towards the shadow.
The bullet left a sponge-like hole in the Shadow Orc's body, and the Orc shuddered and fell to the ground with a thud.
The fighting between martial artists felt different.
If <anxiety> is a surprise attack that comes suddenly in everyday life, <addiction> can be said to be a siege that makes your blood run dry.
Alcohol, drugs, gambling, and finally people.
The martial artists were surrounded by enemies that were familiar, yet inevitably deadly.
Swish!
Shukak!
The nimble blade sliced through the bottle of wine.
The pounding heartbeat and the sweat flowing like rain washed away the medicine.
The warriors' fists smashed the game board, the dice, and the dolls that rustled like clay.
Ping! Ping!
Thud thud thud!
Despite the pouring attacks, shadows continued to appear.
<Anxiety> raised its sticky body from behind, and <Addiction> lingered before my eyes until I was sick of it.
But every time that happened, the Paxmen would control their surprised hearts, and the Murim people would chew on their cheeks and burn with desperate will.
and······.
Kugugu······!
As if their efforts had not been in vain, cracks began to slowly appear on the surface of the Gradiva.
'Just a little more······.'
I was watching their fight with Buendia through the <Tracking Mirror>.
At first, the Gradivas looked like round, black fog.
However, thanks to the Paxman and the Murim people embodying that <anxiety> and <addiction>, the guys quickly materialized and took on a solid form a long time ago.
Chulbuk! Chulbuk!
Kkuddududuk!
The black fog flattened into a shadow, and the sticky mud hardened into a solid mass.
From the perspective of the Paxmen and the Murim people, it may have seemed like they were engaged in a fierce battle that seemed never-ending, but in reality, they were steadily depleting Gradiva's resources.
And the result······.
'It's open!'
In both <Anxiety> and <Addiction>, the blue flesh was revealed.
A situation where the energy of those scattered in the fog was received and materialized.
It was the result of successfully overcoming and defeating the negative ideas that had been embodied in this way.
Anxiety and addiction were the outer shell they were wearing, and we were the ones removing it.
“Product recall.”
I gave instructions to Pax right away.
The battle wasn't over yet, but it didn't matter.
Now that Gradiva's blue flesh has been revealed, I can deal with the materialized shadows all at once with my thought bombs.
Shoooo······.
At first, I pulled the boat slowly.
It was a signal to the Paxmen and the Murim people to retreat.
-Retreat!
-Hold on tight!
They were reflected in the <Tracking Mirror> and prepared to retreat.
They quickly opened the handles and rushed down to the deck, while those who were not lucky stuck their swords or spears into the cracks in the hull and bit their lips.
Although Gradiva's cruelty still tormented them, they seemed to be trying to calm their minds by praying and chanting.
and······.
Swoosh!
I pulled hard on both hulls.
A strong wind swept across the deck, and the Paxmen hugged the posts.
In the meantime, the martial artists stood firm, holding onto the tip of their swords, and engaged in a final battle with the pitch-black shadow of temptation.
Kkudddddd······!
The shadows of <Anxiety> and <Addiction> hung on the deck like leeches.
But in the end, I couldn't overcome the power of <Product Recovery> and was sucked into my body.
So, when the two ships carrying our personnel had almost returned······.
"shipment."
Wheaaaaaaaaa!
I sent out a thought bomb half a beat faster.
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The shadows that had returned were forming a shell again.
The situation where the blue flesh that was worked hard to open is now filled with black.
He quickly aimed for the gap and inserted the bomb.
Swoosh- Kwak!
Fortunately, the bond dragons successfully dug into Gradiva's insides.
in result······.
Wow!
Kwakwakwakwakwang!
<Anxiety> and <Addiction> both had a cracking, explosive sound.
The thick shell burst forth like a broken tile, and another thought bomb struck through the gaping gap.
Kwaaaaaaaah!
Swoosh!
The shock came crashing down like a wave.
Paxman and two ships carrying the Murim people flipped over and flew in.
The producers, including Father, Cooper, and James, were rushing around the control room.
“Reunite! Quickly!”
“Okay!”
Shuhwaaaaah!
An unknown force pulled each hull together.
The four parts that were split like pieces of fruit came together into a round shape.
The modified Gradiva has become a sphere once again.
And above it all, the remaining shockwaves of the explosion swept in.
Doo doo doo doo doo doo!
Doo doo doo doo doo!
Ting! Ting!
I heard hail hitting the roof.
If each of them were the size of a basketball, it would probably make this sound.
It succeeded in destroying <anxiety> and <addiction>.
Naturally, the next step was decided.
“Product recall.”
The remains of those made of magic stones.
The portal began to greedily devour the remains of its destruction.
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Swish!
After a huge fight.
Two Gradivas destroyed with the help of Paxman and the Murim people.
Additional portals were installed on dozens of satellites orbiting the area, each rapidly devouring the debris flowing out of <Anxiety> and <Addiction>.
Now there are two left, <Fear> and <Sleep>.
In particular, <Horror> was close enough to be seen with the naked eye.
In reality, it is a distance that will take about half a day to arrive.
While planning the operation with Buendia, I raised one question.
“Come to think of it······. I can’t even see the tip of the nose of the moderates or the reformists.”
At least I thought it would show up here.
Because it was a place where four shadows gathered.
When I think back to when they first fought over Gradiva, it seems strange that they were so quiet.
Information could not be obtained through blood transfusion.
After the first fight in Gradiva, Hyukkyum had returned to the subspace.
It was because they missed the timing for the blood alliance's retreat, and because of that, now even the moderates, not to mention the reformists, had no idea where they were or what they were doing.
Still, there was one clue.
Buendia ran his fingers through his beard with a most serious expression.
“The one left, there seems to be something there.”
“You mean Gradiva?”
“Yeah, I was putting it off because I was feeling particularly weak······. It seems like that was the most important thing to them.”
There were three Gradivas left.
<Fear> and <Sleep> were nearby, and the last one, whose location could not even be determined due to its weak wavelength.
It meant that both the reformists and the moderates were clinging to that last one.
'······But that doesn't mean the priorities change.'
I don't regret coming here.
If you had left the union of your bodies alone, the world would have been destroyed.
Even though we don't know what the last Gradiva's identity is, the most urgent task now is to eliminate the remaining <Fear> and <Sleep>.
but······.
“Oh no, again······!”
As if this wasn't the end, Buendia approached the window urgently.
“Why is that?”
“The direction has changed again. <Fear> and <Sleep> are attracting each other!”
We were now sucking up the remaining remains of <anxiety> and <addiction>.
As soon as I finished this task, I was going to deal with <Fear> and <Sleep>.
But in the meantime, the two that had been flying at right angles to each other suddenly changed direction.
By now it was clear that someone was deliberately manipulating Gradiva.
Considering that the tombstone was used to wake up Gradiva, it was most likely the work of the reformists.
Kugugugu······.
Coincidentally, I was able to see the movements of <Fear> and <Sleep> through the window.
<Sleep> was seen flying towards <Fear> moving sideways from a nearby location from the opposite direction.
“How much time do you have?”
"that is······."
There was a reason Buendia hesitated to answer.
The two Gradivas, drawn to each other's gravity, flew at full speed······.
Kwaaaaaaaah!
The union began immediately with a loud explosion.
Because of the blinding brightness, we quickly raised our hands to block the light.
Quagwaquagwa······.
The light gradually faded.
We could see Gradiva's face turning black again, squinting our eyes.
Although it was still pitch-black, its massive appearance was noticeably different.
What had once been a giant figure made of thick fog now appeared like an old ruin shrouded in black smoke.
Around the multi-layered roofs, sharp spires stood out like thorns.
<Fear> and <Sleep> combined.
Two stages were combined to finally reach stage 3.
This time, I thought I could guess the name without Buendia's help.
"nightmare······."
He started preparing the stage of his dreams.
Hwaaaaaaaah!
As if trying to gather materials, <Nightmare> spread its large claws.
A black wave stretched out, sparkling like the Milky Way, and soon covered all directions like a net.
and······.
Shuhwaaaaaaaah!
It started sucking in the surroundings at a rapid pace.
Even returning the product was of no use.
A powerful suction force that surpasses subspace portals.
The remains of <Anxiety> and <Addiction> were all swept away into <Nightmare>.
It was several times more than what had been sucked in through the portal so far.
Ta-da-da-dak!
Thud thud! Thud thud!
<Nightmare> had already taken on the form of a clear building.
The shadows sucked in from <Anxiety> flew in like mud, and piled up like clay on the high stairs, once again taking the shape of a monster.
Soon, the debris of <Addiction> that followed flew in and hit the monsters, giving them armor and weapons.
'somehow······.'
Nightmares are one of the forms that dreams can take.
And Gradiva had the power to make that dream come true.
The image of <anxiety> and <addiction> that Paxman and the Murim people feared.
The image gained greater power and was materialized systematically.
The overall shape was a very, very tall staircase.
Looking at the hazy shape at the end, I couldn't help but chuckle.
“This is a nightmare.”
I once imagined a home for the Chamber of Commerce.
An image of the Bank of England, built as a magnificent Greek temple.
Even though it was a little blurry, it was definitely the image that came to mind without me noticing.
Dreams hint at something.
To be precise, it only hints at something, but doesn't say anything explicitly.
Looking at the long, endless staircase leading to the temple, I wondered if it might be the final gateway to some destination.
“Where, please show me the way.”
There was a need to wake up from this <nightmare> right away.
Only then will we be able to uproot the Chamber of Commerce with the last Gradiva.
At least from now on······.
'Everyone goes.'
Pax FC was determined to pour all of its manpower into it.