Hiding A Logistics Center In The Apocalypse Chapter 223

Hiding the Logistics Center in the Apocalypse Episode 223

Headquarters (3)

Shh.

The count continued with an eerie smile.

“As I said before, the blood you have is special. Of course, it cannot be compared to the Holy Blood, but it is worthy of recognition just for not confusing the Holy Blood.”

Honestly, all I could hear was you saying you wanted to drain my blood and feed it to my son.

That's what it actually meant.

Old wizards hanging from a magic circle.

Because they were all feeding the cradle like zombies.

In short, this is what the flowering of Gradiva meant to the Count.

To wake up Gradiva, who was sleeping, and bring his dead son back to life.

The attitude was that it didn't matter if the world was destroyed because of this.

“Blood poison.”

“Yes, Count.”

“You are the only outsider who has seen the whole world. You have fulfilled your great calling in life despite not being a member of the Franco family. There is no more world for you to pursue. Instead, it is better to join a new world and era······.”

He was making a grandiose request to die quickly.

The count slowly approached Hyeolgyeom.

I could feel the wizards slowly approaching from behind.

And at the same time······.

Kwaaaaang!

Dalgrak!

The bone dragon tore through the curtain and came inside.

It was the corpse of Roberto, a nobleman of Arcane.

Perhaps because they had seen the corpse of their ancestor, the wizards looked quite embarrassed.

“······Ro, Roberto?”

“Damn it! That bastard Buendia!”

The wizards and Count Franco were both furious.

However, it seemed that they were more outraged by the intrusion into this <headquarters> than by the trampling on the corpse of a nobleman.

It is the place where the first magic took place.

If what the Count said is true, then this <Headquarters> must be nothing less than a sanctuary for magicians.

Even if we were blood sacrifices for his son, to Count Franco we were an awkward impurity in and of itself.

Wooooow!

The wizards reached out in all directions.

Then he started manipulating the transparent cubes that were scattered all over the place.

Kukuku······.

A telekinesis magic that wizards perform when they gather in groups of three or five.

Soon a large, transparent ball decorated with star patterns flew towards us.

"pax!"

It tried to suck me straight into subspace.

But all that came back was a red warning message.

Tiring!

[Not the target.]

[Not the target.]

"shit!"

All the transparent cubes were part of Gradiva.

Like Gradiva, something that could not be accommodated in subspace.

That must also be the reason why it was colorless and odorless and transparent.

still······.

“Pour it out!”

Tiring!

[All right.]

That wasn't all I had at my disposal.

The various <Rockets> created by destroying Gradiva so far.

If the transparent cube was Gradiva, then it would have been enough to deal with it in the same way.

Swoosh!

Kwaaaaang!

The <rockets> that were released hit the wizards' spheres.

In the spot where <Rocket Fresh> hit, vines sprouted, and in the spot where <Rocket Construction> hit, a cement-covered iron pipe suddenly rose up.

Kaaaaang!

Kookookookook!

The transparent cubes were stained with stains.

Then he fell powerlessly straight to the floor.

A bottle containing a few drops of the explosive was thrown without the Bone Dragon.

Thanks to the reduced power, we were not caught up in the explosion.

one side······.

"profit······!"

Of course, the attack was quelled.

The expressions of the wizards turned bright red in anger, perhaps because they felt that their pure cube had been defiled.

Swoosh!

The cubes and pillars flew in succession, but the result was the same.

Cubes swaying, tied to vines and iron pipes.

Only then did Count Franco, who could no longer stand by and watch, step forward.

He looked at me and spoke in a calm voice.

“It was you.”

It was a statement that contained a lot.

The catapult and central headquarters disappeared in an instant from Bereshti.

The Gradivas that had bloomed there were destroyed one after another.

The Count seemed to have figured out most of my strength from just our brief battle a moment ago.

He continued with a hollow smile.

“You may think you are saving the world. But you are completely wrong. Do you realize that the extradimensional Gradivas you destroyed have set back the clock of new history by several turns?”

It was the voice of an environmentalist who had been devastated by nature, and Buendía interpreted its pitch-black inner feelings and told us.

“I guess he’s angry because his son’s food was taken away. The Gradivas outside must have been a huge resource in their own right.”

“I see, right?”

“Be quiet, you’re going to die!”

The count, his eyebrows furrowed, waved his arms.

Then, a blue hand-shaped semicircle moved along the path.

It was the weapon the Count used to kill the Duke, the <Witch's Hand>.

Wheaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Sharp hooks flew fiercely toward me, but······.

Taaaaang!

Kim Sol, who was blocking the way, deployed a defensive barrier and struck back at the <Witch's Hand>.

There was a crack on the surface of the shield, as if there had been an impact, and Kim Sol shouted with a red and blue expression.

“This kid doesn’t know that other people’s kids are precious!”

Of course, I tried to steal <The Witch's Hand> from the subspace.

But this time again, a red warning message popped up.

But for a different reason than the cubes.

Tiring!

[The target is occupied by another force.]

[The target is subject to a different force······.]

It was talking about Count Franco's telekinesis.

For now, the only way was to hide behind Kim Sol's defenses or ship out items to repel the attack.

That wasn't all.

Because the wizards of the Franco family were also preparing magic.

This time again, transparent cubes flew quickly towards us.

Kwaaaaang! Kwaaaaang!

Launched the <rocket>.

I struck down the <Witch's Hand> by throwing a cube forward and a spear backward.

When the fierce brawl began······.

“The cradle! We have to stop the cradle!”

Buendia's urgent voice was heard.

As expected, a <Witch's Hand> grabbed the cradle.

Then, holding the cradle, he began to fly quickly towards the tent.

'So this was the goal!'

The immediate fight was a trick of Count Franco.

The Count noticed that I had the power to destroy Gradiva.

After picking a fight right in front of his eyes and drawing his attention, he had managed to get Gradiva out of the cradle.

"shipment!"

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

He quickly launched the <rocket>.

The bottle containing the thought quickly approached the cradle, but······.

“Julio!”

Kkagagagagak!

Along with the Count's urgent voice, the orbit of the flying <rocket> became strangely distorted.

Kwaaaaang!

The place where the <rocket> hit was the outer surface of the curtain.

The ground shook violently with a loud impact, but the cradle had already broken through the curtain and disappeared inside.

“Julio······!”

The count hurried his steps.

He had been intending to follow the cradle, but before he knew it, a purple chain was tied around his ankle.

A chain made of black magic.

The Count, who discovered this, glared at Buendia as if he was going to kill him.

“Buendia!”

Buendia responded by jumping down from the dragon.

Then he shouted at me in a loud voice.

“Hurry up and chase after them! Don’t let that cradle reach the ‘center’!”

Wheeeeeeeeing!

Kookookookook!

Buendia roughly pulled out his black magic.

Then, as if he could not just sit back and watch, the Count sent out the <Witch's Hand>.

Sharp claws flashed blue as they came in, aiming for Buendia's neck.

but,

Chae-ae-aeng!

A black shadow flew in in an instant and struck back at the attack.

In the meantime, I was in a state of complete exhaustion after taking all the essence.

“Hey!”

Lee Yong-soo pulled the reins.

I exchanged glances with Buendia and quickly lowered my head.

In order to break through the curtain, Kim Sol put up a barrier in front of her.

It is true that a tracking mirror has been placed on Hyeol-gyeom.

Even if we fall off for a moment, we will be able to check the situation here in real time.

While Buendia was buying time, he had to find the missing cradle even for a moment.

like that······.

Shuhwaaaaah!

We passed through the translucent curtain like fog.

***

The place where both the cradle and the bone dragon disappeared.

After the commotion subsided, only a heavy silence remained.

Count Franco glared at the curtain.

The chains holding my ankles were gone, but I had already missed the timing.

Even if he tried to leave now, it was clear that Buendia would not let him go.

Moreover, the true blood demon Hyeolgyeom was helping him.

Rather than punishing him for invading <headquarters>, he bestowed the grace of becoming one with Gradiva.

However, Hyul-Gyeom was on the side of the criminal Buendia and was pointing his sword at the Count.

“······Hyeolgyeom, what are you doing?”

“Master, I will move the lab.”

“How dare you!”

Although Hyeolgyeom was mumbling something unfamiliar, I could clearly understand its meaning.

That I will no longer have Count Franco as my teacher.

Furthermore, there was talk of going under Buendia.

Hesitating, hesitating.

The wizards of the Franco family were hesitant to move.

There wasn't a single wizard who hadn't heard of Buendia's fame.

Considering Buendia's ability to counterattack his opponents, these were wizards who could not help but do so.

In the midst of intense tension.

Buendia sighed and spoke to Hyeolgyeom.

“Hyeolgyeom, I also have a class to teach.”

“What do you mean?”

“In events that seem particularly dramatic, there is bound to be someone’s hidden intention. Rather than being surprised by the revealed phenomenon, we need to have an attitude of trying to read the other person’s intention in reverse. Whether it is accurate or not… we will be able to give an ‘interpretation’ to that intention.”

“I need an example, sir.”

“Look over there.”

Buendia nodded slightly.

Where he pointed, the corpses of old wizards, held in a magic circle, stood upright.

“They are the elder wizards of Arcane. They are not members of the Franco family, but they are wizards of considerable skill. Have you ever wondered why they are being held in such a manner?”

The corpses of the wizards were all thrown outside the curtain.

The corpses of these senior magicians were the only ones that were firmly held in the magic circle.

Hyeolgyeom, who had been watching this closely, answered Buendia.

“Isn’t it to provide energy to Gradiva…?”

“Of course, that’s not a wrong interpretation, but that alone is not enough. In my opinion······.”

Buendia rose up with purple black magic.

Dark smoke rose like a thick cloud and moved quickly, soon piercing the nostrils of the elder wizards who were standing there as corpses.

Count Franco, looking at this, screamed.

“Buendia!!”

“No matter how good that guy Franco’s skills are… <The Hand of the Witch> isn’t something that can be handled alone. There must be a reason why the corpses of the dead senior magicians were left here.”

Kkuddududuk!

Kkuddeuk!

At Buendia's gesture, the bodies of the dead elder wizards flinched.

And then, not long after, a purple, black magic began to bloom in the corner of the eye.

Flutter!

Count Franco raised his hand urgently.

The four remaining <Witch's Hands> after evacuating the cradle.

He gathered them all up and sent them flying towards Buendia.

Wheaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Four hands came in, aiming for Buendia's arms and legs.

I intend to grab the limbs and tear them apart.

A sharp hook, glowing blue, came within reach.

and······.

Kaaaaah!

Two <Witch's Hands> stopped the other two that were flying towards them.

Two pairs of sharp hooks were competing with each other tensely, making a cancan sound.

"what······?"

Hyeolgyeom looked around with a bewildered expression.

Then, the corpses of the elders who had been hanging from the magic circle came back to life, and I saw them reaching out their hands to the sky.

They were revived by Buendia's black magic and were manipulating the <Witch's Hand>.

Crap!

Crack!

<The Witch's Hand>, two of which gained control.

This is the resurrecting of the elder wizards who would manipulate it through necromancy.

While Count Franco was gnashing his teeth······.

“Don’t be so angry, Franco.”

“Buendia! You bastard!”

“Of course, compared to you······Aren’t I a groom who is more suited to a witch?”

Buendia joked slyly.