Hiding A Logistics Center In The Apocalypse Chapter 219

Hiding the Logistics Center in the Apocalypse Episode 219

Nightmare (2)

In the pitch black darkness.

Is there anything more terrifying than eyes staring straight at you?

Hundreds of eyes moved as one.

It was a terrible interest, but I couldn't tell what it wanted.

Ellie shuddered, and the knights and paladins swallowed dry saliva.

Breaking the brief silence, Buendia opened his mouth.

“It looks like you’re still trapped.”

I thought I was moving forward, step by step, even if it was slow.

But in reality, he was running on a hamster wheel under the terrifying gaze of a nightmare.

“I thought it was materialized, but… it wasn’t. This staircase is still psychological, not physical. Perhaps the only real thing is the temple at the top.”

“Then does that mean that trying to match the sum like this is meaningless?”

Ellie asked back.

<Nightmare> that we share together.

Because we were all concretizing the image of the nightmare.

“No, the process is still necessary. If the dream is broken in the middle, who knows what will happen? In reality, it might just end with waking up from a bad dream. But here, you will forever be haunted by Gradiva’s confused consciousness.”

“So that’s why you said you were locked up.”

Buendia nodded with a bitter smile.

To survive, you must bring your nightmares to life.

But at the same time, we were tied up alive, staring at a vivid nightmare.

As if I had been squeezed by a pair of terrible scissors.

“······.”

The skeletons stared at us.

As if he was trying to eavesdrop on our conversation without fail.

Buendia continued, this time in a quieter voice.

“It’s not a staircase that you can just walk up. You don’t have to walk up it with your own two feet… You have to make conscious progress.”

But with those words, Buendia closed his mouth.

Although I know the basic method, the practical solution is unclear.

Without anyone adding anything, we stood there blankly on the stairs.

Wheeee······.

A biting cold seeped into my body.

Strangely, my body felt cold and I was sweating coldly.

Thud thud.

At that moment, Lancelot walked towards Buendia.

Then, as if he wanted to ask permission first, he suddenly changed direction and came towards me.

"what's the matter?"

“My lord, please make us undead again.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know how complicated it is. But, looking at those skeletons lined up along the stairs… I feel like if we were undead, we could climb up these stairs.”

He also thought about the method.

A method that only those who once lived as undead can use.

At the same time, it was possible because there was Buendia, who was an excellent black magician.

Buendia added after hearing Lancelot's story.

“That would certainly work. You would become one with the nightmare. The master of the dream could only be yourself. That’s why <Nightmare> also has no choice but to borrow our experiences and images. If you can contain the nightmare within yourself, you will definitely be able to crack this situation.”

There was no other way, but I couldn't just nod my head.

Because he was not unaware of the suffering of the knights who had lived as undead for decades.

I didn't want to inflict the agony of death on those who had worked so hard to return to human form.

“My lord.”

Lancelot gave me a warm smile as I hesitated.

Then he spoke in a relaxed voice, as if it was nothing.

“Isn’t this all just a bad dream? It’ll just end when I wake up. It’s not the first time I’ve had this.”

Suddenly, I remembered the story he told me.

A dream in which I witness the horrible death of King Arthur in the castle of Camelot.

I was trapped in Sisyphus and had to repeat that nightmare over and over again.

and······.

“Sir, we ask you to do the same.”

This time, Veron approached,

Veron, the captain of Avalon's guard.

The people of Avalon, like the knights, spent decades as undead.

I nodded slowly.

After all, if this was all a nightmare, all I had to do was wake up as quickly as possible.

***

Phew!

Buendia, and the black magicians including Aurel showed their power.

The skin covering the faces of the knights of Camelot and the paladins of Avalon melted away.

Then, the pale white bones that I thought I would never see again appeared again.

“······I never knew I would create undead with my own hands.”

Buendia looked like he had new feelings.

Although he was also a black magician, his specialty was not necromancy.

However, his skills were far superior to those of the black magicians of Barnaul.

Tsk tsk tsk······.

Since it was something that the knights and paladins themselves agreed to, black magic melted away at a very fast pace.

And soon after, the Black-Coated Skeleton Knights and the White-Armored Skeleton Knights were completed.

and······.

“Get ready!”

Dalgrak!

Dalgrak!

The change began immediately.

The skeletons of <Nightmare> that have been looking at us all along.

But as if their dreams had been invaded, they all rushed towards the knights and paladins.

The knights' swords glowed.

The knights' hammers flashed and crushed skulls.

I felt like I was getting closer and closer to the top of the temple.

But there was one problem.

Crispy!

The knights have now become one with the nightmare.

But nightmares were meager objects that tossed and turned our consciousness,

As a result, the bodies of the knights and paladins were also extremely weakened and easily broken.

Bam!

The nightmare skeletons rushed at the knights.

It opened its mouth and tore at the knights' bodies, and pieces of their bones sprang up onto the stairs.

The knights who became undead lost their 'aura', and the paladins were also no longer able to utilize the divine power contained in their weapons.

“Damn it, support me!”

"shooting!"

Phew!

Phew!

The elves fired their tiered arrows, and the warlocks also cast their spells.

The attack was still effective, but the front line collapsed in an instant because the tank formation in front had collapsed.

Above all, there were just too, too many skeletons.

Now they were rushing at us with all their might.

Meanwhile······.

“Lancelot!”

Break it!

Four or five skeletons rushed toward Lancelot at once.

Unable to bear the weight, he fell backwards down the stairs, bone dust rising from the back of his head.

Dalgrak! Dalgrak!

The skeletons were biting Lancelot like crazy.

The ribs, collarbone, and even the eye sockets were shattered into pieces.

A horrific sight, beyond words.

But as if that wasn't the end, Modred and Hector were also covered in skeletons.

“Get back first!”

The rest of the knights and paladins took a step back.

And then······.

Tiring!

[The effect of Camelot in Reverse is applied.]

The area around the stairs was painted a pure white color.

Camelot Castle, a nightmare place where knights were bound by a curse.

But after the knights regained their bodies, it was also a place that was granted new effects.

The stairs were an ominous gray color.

But as the white stone walls rose, the appearance of a neat castle began to take shape.

Just as Camelot, the source of the curse, was reborn as a place of resurrection.

Dalgrak! Dalgrak!

The broken bones of Lancelot, Modred, and Hector were everywhere.

Then, surrounded by a pure white light, they gathered at a rapid pace.

The skull was reassembled and the broken vertebrae were straightened again.

Chae-ae-aeng!

The resurrected knights of Camelot swung their swords again at the skeletons.

The knights had nothing to be ashamed of now.

He jumped forward again, and continued the fight, breaking and reviving over and over again.

Bone fragments scattered across the cornfield and then gathered again.

For a moment, a strange thought occurred to me.

'······Wasn't there a cooldown?'

Resurrection is only possible once every 24 hours.

But the knights were resurrected as soon as they died.

Fortunately, Buendia explained why.

“Time is not a problem. Do you know what time it is now?”

"······ah!"

We were having a <nightmare>.

Since it is strictly a dream world, real time does not apply.

In the logic of dreams, the possibility of an event called resurrection is more greatly acknowledged than the arithmetic time of 24 hours.

Thud! Thud!

Now I could climb the stairs.

Stepping over the corpses of the dead knights of Camelot.

And again with their help, they are revived.

We climbed up the thing's massive body, becoming one with the nightmare.

Dalgrarak! Chaeaeng!

The skeletons' gaze was filled with confusion.

The shameless gaze that had been staring at us had now disappeared where it came from.

Camelot, which had turned the sky upside down, had painted the stairs with white marble, and the stairs that had been creaking like an afterimage had now turned into solid stepping stones.

Chin! Chin!

We walked up.

As if you were climbing real stairs that exist in reality.

The image of the temple on top was quite close.

Meanwhile······.

Thud! Thud!

'······uh?'

Strange objects began to appear around the stairs.

Rows of gray shelves, connected by thick pipes.

I couldn't help but notice.

Inventory shelves in a distribution center.

The castle of Camelot, which had turned pure white, was now blending in with the scenery of my logistics center.

Buendia added in an urgent voice.

“The boundaries are collapsing!”

“Why the border?”

“Where is that item? At least it doesn’t look like something you can carry around······!”

The Camelot of the reversed heavens was located in Elvenheim.

Because it was an item that Cooper had completed by drawing a magic circuit there.

Even the resurrection was to take place in the city of Camelot, not in the place of death.

Buendia nodded as if he finally understood.

“You are bringing external effects inside! If you do this, it will be difficult for your dream to maintain its shape properly!”

The emergence of shelves in logistics centers was part of that phenomenon.

In reality, the effects of items placed in Elvenheim are being brought here.

Because of that, the form of the <nightmare> that had been worked so hard to materialize was quickly disintegrating.

Break!

Don't fall off!

The stairs began to break down from the bottom.

The pitch-black darkness thickly colored the shattered place and pursued us closely.

We have even gathered the personnel to make <Nightmare> a reality.

It was good that the knights were revived, but because of the external images brought in, the stairs themselves were collapsing.

“Go! Move!”

He screamed.

Once a dream begins to crumble, it cannot be stopped.

There was no other choice but to just keep climbing the stairs.

“Hurry up!”

“Grab me! Pull me!”

I ran like crazy, and ran again.

I caught up with those who were left behind, bit my lip, and somehow managed to move my feet.

Even though it was clearly a dream, I screamed as if my thighs were burning.

Dduk dduk!

Booooooo!

This time, a really thick tree grew.

Images of Elvenheim are coming through the portal.

The shape of the stairs was strangely twisted, and the path behind it had disappeared altogether.

Dalgrak!

Now the skeleton wasn't the problem.

We continued forward without stopping, throwing the skeletons that had been lined up mockingly behind us.