Hiding A Logistics Center In The Apocalypse Chapter 218

Hiding the Logistics Center in the Apocalypse Episode 218

nightmare (1)

Shuhwaaaaah!

<Nightmare> that devoured <Anxiety> and <Curse>.

The guy puffed up his body as he kneaded the fog and thick shadows.

At first, I was wondering how to approach it, but it was an unnecessary worry.

Because the bastard started to drag us roughly.

CLANG!

Tadadadadada!

The interior of the cockpit shook violently.

Debris from the surrounding area flew in and roughly struck the round hull.

Swoosh!

Phew!

The surrounding scenery was changing in an instant.

The lights outside the window were drawn in a long line, and it seemed as if all the adults had turned into shooting stars.

Only after entering the fog of Gradiva did darkness descend with a whoosh.

And soon,

Kugugugugugugu······.

The vibrations have died down.

Although the speed was dizzyingly fast, the hull was anchored in the <Nightmare> as if nothing had happened.

That's how we arrived.

Like an invited guest.

***

Wheeee······.

About ten minutes must have passed.

Only then did the fierce wind die down.

<The Nightmare> was now fully formed.

There was land, and there was a tall building with stairs leading up to it.

All around, pitch-black water surged in like waves.

“Oh my······, I’m so surprised.”

“Hold on here, Yongsu.”

Lee Yong-soo, who had popped his head out of the hatch, shook Busan.

As I pulled his hand, the producers and warlocks in the cockpit soon followed.

with a splash.

The ship they had arrived on was floating on the shore like a buoy.

Surprisingly, the surrounding sky was pure white, and the sea was black as ink.

In the middle of it all, <Nightmare> was just floating like an isolated island.

“······I just entered a nightmare.”

Buendia smiled faintly, as if he didn't hate it that much.

No matter how I looked at it, it wasn't reality.

We're all in a nightmare together.

The unique scenery created by Gradiva seemed to have piqued the interest of the black magician.

of course······.

'I guess I'll have to break it.'

It was clear what we had to do.

It is to destroy this <nightmare>.

But before I could even make a plan, I was dragged away by the bastard's force.

Wheeing!

The biting cold bit into my flesh.

Because the atmosphere was so ominous, I asked Buendia.

“If you’re in a nightmare… shouldn’t you just go out again?”

“It might not be impossible if you use your portal. But······ Even if you do go out like that, can you really be sure that you’ve woken up from a dream?”

Buendia continued to make cinematic noises.

Even if you escape through the portal, there is no way to tell if it is a real escape or just a struggle in a dream.

Unfortunately, Buendia was banking on the latter possibility.

“I don’t think <Nightmare> will let us go easily. The awakening ability also comes from Gradiva······. It will be difficult to go against that power.”

In the end, the escape through the portal had to be put on hold.

Phew.

I took a deep breath and looked around.

Then, while standing on the hull, I quietly stared at the <Nightmare> that was emitting an ominous aura.

There was a staircase that stretched very high up.

And on top of it all stood a huge temple.

Looking at the blue light flickering at the entrance to the temple, I could sense at least one thing.

'······Is this the exit?'

That I have to go through there to wake up from this <nightmare>.

To do that, you have to climb all the way to the top of these tall stairs.

As if he had read my thoughts, Buendia also nodded silently.

I asked a question.

“You mean I have to go out there?”

“Yes, that seems to be the core of the <Nightmare>. The path is a bit confusing······.”

It's a straight staircase.

The word 'messy' sounded strange, but I soon understood what it meant.

Phage crackle!

Because the stairs were shaking incessantly.

Rather than shaking as if there was an earthquake, the shape was spreading out like an old television screen.

“Why are you doing that?”

“It reflects our dreams. It’s because many people’s dreams are manifested at the same time that confusion arises. You don’t have to think differently than before. Just materialize <Nightmare> and climb up those stairs to the top.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get up in that condition.”

The problem wasn't simply that it was shaking.

The stairs presented in <Nightmare> are an illusion, not a physical reality.

It was a dangerous crossroads where even the slightest distraction would make one sway.

Some parts of the stairs were blinking and appearing and ending repeatedly as if there was an error, and I didn't even want to imagine what would happen if I fell down.

“That’s right. We have to somehow secure that entity and then climb up.”

“Is there a way?”

This is a <nightmare> created by Gradiva's consciousness.

When it comes to that, no one understands it better than Buendia.

Buendia turned around and slowly looked around at the group standing on the hull.

“For now, the priority is to make that <nightmare> a clear entity. I guess we should make the image clear. In the current situation······. It would be helpful if only those who share similar nightmares remain.”

In short, it meant that we had to narrow down the number of people.

Those who can share similar <nightmare>s.

Buendia also added that the more possible the better.

“It’s hard to deal with a nightmare like this alone. It helps to be with other people when dealing with nightmares. It reduces the fear by a lot. You could say we share nightmares······.”

We decided to utilize subspace to estimate the number of people.

It couldn't be used as an escape route, but that didn't mean the ability itself was gone.

“If you try it this way······.”

The members were replaced one after another.

I checked the image of the stairs by putting people in and taking them out of the subspace.

As a result of several trials and errors······.

'Okay.'

We have succeeded in completely materializing the stairs of <Nightmare>.

What remained were the knights of Camelot, the knights of the Holy Knights, Veron the Grand Master, and the knights from Avalon, the elves, and the warlocks of Marques, led by Buendia and Aurel.

“······There are quite a lot, aren’t there?”

“I see, I think I know why.”

They all had something in common.

Those who suffered greatly from Barnaul or fought fiercely.

As expected, the stairs where <Nightmare> was realized were emitting the ominous atmosphere of Barnaul.

Tsk tsk tsk······.

Purple black magic rose up everywhere.

The stairs were made of medieval bricks, and the monsters guarding the stairs had also been replaced by a pile of skeletons.

Lancelot and the knights gazed blankly at the gloomy stairs.

“I feel strange······.”

“Isn’t that a bit much?”

The atmosphere of Camelot Castle wafted from the stairs.

A space symbolizing the pain of the knights and the people of Avalon.

Lancelot's lips were tightly shut, as if he was trying to face the pain.

At that moment, Buendia stood up, dusting himself off.

“Are you going right away?”

“That’s right.”

I too have dealt with Barnaul.

Not only did we fight them on Earth, but we also went all the way to their base and defeated them all.

I may not have had as much of a share in this <nightmare> as the knights, but I guess I had some share in it.

chin!

I got off the round hull and stepped onto land.

The image of <Nightmare> was sufficiently captured, and the solid ground supported my feet.

“······.”

Is that why?

The ominous atmosphere came on several times more intensely.

Up the long stairs, skeleton soldiers stood erect, staring at us with empty eyes.

***

-Wow!

Kaaaaang!

Bullfight!

Dalgrak! Dalgrak!

We quickly climbed the stairs with a cheer.

Lancelot and his knights swung their swords nimbly, while the knights led by Veron swung their hammers bravely.

Boom! Boom!

In the rear, the elves fired tiered arrows.

The power of hierarchy contained in the arrowhead dug into the bones of the skeletons, shattering them whole.

“Aurel, tie that up for me.”

“Okay, sir.”

Phew!

Click! Clang!

Buendia and Aureol were like water meeting.

The nightmare image that Gradiva embodies is none other than Barnaul.

As a fellow warlock, there could be no better material than this.

Sasa sak!

The chains made by Aureol bound the skeletons' feet.

Buendia then unleashed a blast of purple magic, brainwashing them into fighting the other skeletons.

As the skeletons grumbled among themselves, the hammers of the paladins and the arrows of the elves struck down, crushing their bones.

Of course, I wasn't just playing around.

Kwaaaaang!

Pfft …

He fired H-beams and holy spears in succession.

The H-Beam was imbued with divine power, and the Holy Spear was originally an object that caused a ‘divine explosion.’

The H-beams, which were made of pulverized skeletons, rolled down the stairs, but when that happened, all we had to do was put them back into the subspace.

Chae-ae-aeng!

Taang!

Knights and paladins block the front, while elves and warlocks provide ranged support.

I was just sweeping them away from above like a waterfall.

Lancelot, who had been making the sound of his sword being swung, suddenly spoke.

As I faced the nightmare, old memories inevitably came to mind.

“When we first met our lord, we too were skeletons like this.”

“Sir Lancelot, it would be difficult without us.”

This time, Veron spoke quickly.

At that time, the people of Avalon were nothing more than pale skeletons.

Chae-Ang!

Taaang!

I'm in the middle of a creepy nightmare.

But Lancelot and Veron looked as if they were being overwhelmed by something.

As I recalled the terrible years I lived as an undead, I wondered if I was thrilled by the present moment when I was resurrected and aiming for the invaders' breath.

The elves didn't give up either.

Even as she continued to pull the trigger, Ellie winked at me with one eye.

They were elves who had endured hardships that were so severe that their bones were covered in skin, if not skeletons.

Ellie said in a pleased voice.

“What, you said it was a nightmare······. But it wasn’t a bad dream when we had it together.”

It certainly was.

Because we were already sharing the same nightmare.

Even though it was a nightmare, it was comforting to know that we were all going through it together.

visor!

Chae-Ang!

The battle continued for a while longer.

He climbed the stairs again and again, and continued to climb at breakneck speed.

But as we reached the new landing, we noticed something strange.

'Why don't you run to me?'

The undead were lined up in regular rows on each floor.

The situation is that they are still facing each other across the stairs.

But then I thought about it and realized that he had never once rushed at us first.

“······What is it?”

Ellie swept her white arm.

The skeletons standing on the stairs were staring at us.

The blue petals on the black pupils of his eyes had turned into round pupils, staring at us.

Whoosh!

I suddenly looked back.

The path I had walked so far had disappeared without a trace, and I was immersed in darkness.

It was only then that I realized that we were not even close to the top.

“······.”

The nightmare never came.

Until now, it was just staring at us from somewhere in a corner.

Swish.

Hundreds of eyes moved as one.