Hiding A Logistics Center In The Apocalypse Chapter 227

Hiding the Logistics Center in the Apocalypse Episode 227

Headquarters (7)

Taang!

Blood Sword repelled the magicians' attacks.

A three-dimensional figure that targets senior magicians has been kicked out.

Count Franco spouted out his anger as he watched the cone bounce off.

“Hyeolgyeom! How dare you mock me?”

He is a bloodthirsty man who sides with Buendia.

It seems that he was very disappointed as he was a disciple he had trusted.

Of course, the priest-student relationship he had in mind was something outside the normal norm.

Because it was a message telling me to quietly become Julio's sacrifice.

“I have told you the truth you wanted, so you must know how to bear the weight of the truth!”

Phew!

Pervert!

Sparks flew with the count's shout.

Buendia's 'interpretation' clashed with the shapes he was manipulating.

The shape, which was mixing blue and purple, finally exploded in the air.

Buendia snapped at the Count as if it were nothing more than a coincidence.

“What are you talking about, Count? The difference in ideology is proof that a disciple has grown, so I can’t congratulate you······.”

“Shut your mouth, Buendia!”

“It’s the same with raising children. How can children grow up just the way their parents want them to?”

"···profit!"

Pervert!

Phew!

Two shapes exploding in the air.

There was another reason why Buendia insisted on nagging the Count.

The more I could read the Count's mind, the easier it was to penetrate his magic.

The reason the count was shaken was not because of his bloodline.

To be exact, the cradle carrying Julio disappeared into the curtain.

And the reason was that he couldn't chase after his son because of Buendia's interference.

But then, something strange happened.

“Yes, that’s it! Julio!”

A wave of magical power poured out from inside the curtain.

It was a truly oppressive wave that could only be seen as Gradiva waking up.

'······This is becoming annoying.'

Buendia squinted his eyes.

Not only did Gradiva wake up, but Count Franco, who sensed this, also quickly regained his composure.

For Buendia, who had been trying to delve into his anxiety, this could not have been more disheartening news.

Was it because I had been suffering from Buendia's ridicule the whole time?

The count poured out old stories as if he was relieved.

“Stop it now, Buendia. She left without being able to enjoy her life properly. Now is the time to pass on everything, and even more… Do you think you can only feel better if you pour cold water on her until the end?”

The count was filled with excitement.

For Buendia, who has to understand the other person's feelings, this is important information.

While maintaining a tense exchange with the wizards and the count, Buendia added a question indirectly.

“What are you going to pass on to me?”

“Literally everything. Everything will fall into Julio’s hands.”

Buendia nodded without realizing it.

If Gradiva were to grow as the Count planned, it would devour all dimensions and all existence.

It was literally 'everything', without a single distinction.

Wheaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Taaang! Taaang!

Attacks came one after another.

Shapes thrown by Count Franco using his telekinesis.

Buendia quickly gave an 'interpretation', but it didn't stop all the shock.

Kwaaaaang!

The 'interpretation' of the shape was still incomplete.

Because there is not enough information about the Count to form the basis of the interpretation.

As I was barely able to recover from the shock, the Count continued his story in a regretful voice.

“It was my fault that Julio died. When I was not able to properly secure power in the family, I got caught up in unnecessary checks and balances, and that young one died before he could fully blossom. Buendía, I wanted to pass on the entire great Franco family to him.”

“······Is that why you killed your nephew yourself?”

“Of course, one heir to the Franco family is enough.”

But as circumstances changed, the Count's wishes also changed.

Julio died, and the Count decided to leave the world to the Franco family, not to himself.

The death of his nephew, Ludovico Franco, was only a minor tantrum in the meantime.

Hot, hot, hot!

The shape injected with black magic creaked loudly.

The Count's telekinesis is countering Buendia's 'interpretation'.

As news of his son Julio's resurrection spread and he stood up for his beliefs, the Count's psychic powers also grew stronger.

'You're like a mad wizard······.'

Buendia was not happy with this situation.

I didn't want to lose, not only in battle, but also in an argument with him.

Because the relationship between parents and children that he thought of was never like that.

Phew!

Buendia countered the attack, projecting dark magic thicker than ever before.

“I don’t know why you’re so desperate to pass it on to your son. I understand that you’re sad that your son died, but I’ve never seen parents as immature as you. Above all else······.”

"what?"

“The Gradiva who just woke up can’t be your son. You can’t help but know.”

Swaying.

The Count's attack paused for a moment.

Buendia's words sent a small ripple through his thoughts.

Buendia continued speaking, shaking off the attack with a sly smile.

“Breathing in the memory of his dead child······. Did you think Julio would come back if you just threw similar items around? Do you think that’s Julio’s energy? You’re such a stupid author······.”

Wheeeeeeee······.

Gradiva's powerful magic came rushing in like a wave.

As Buendia said, it was a sinister atmosphere that was far from pure.

Jeeeeeeing!

Knock knock! Knock knock knock!

As if to prove this, the curtain surrounding the surrounding area changed drastically.

The boundaries between inside and outside disappeared, and two giant portals took their place like mirrors in the empty space between them.

On one side of the infinitely wide space, there was a bluish reflection of a young Gradiva who had randomly absorbed influences from his surroundings and who could not be called Julio at all.

“Even if given the same environment, children grow up with different choices and experiences. If there are no objects that are exactly the same, how much more so for people?”

“Shut up, Buendia! I prepared everything for Julio and finished it. The only one who can sit in that seat is my son!”

“······It’s a contradiction in itself.”

Buendia didn't fight back anymore.

Because I shook the Count's consciousness enough to the extent necessary.

chuck!

Buendia raised his hand.

Then, all of a sudden, he gathered up all the scattered black magic in one breath.

He muttered something to himself that seemed to have no meaning.

“Conformity and type are products of concepts, not real things.”

Swish!

Swish!

Purple black magic leaked out.

Not from Buendía's hands, but from the shapes lying around.

Even Count Franco and the magicians' mana hearts were leaking out black magic.

It was as if I had been struck by a terrible plague.

“Magic is also just a power of imagination. I hope you learn without regret that it is nothing more than a powerless dream.”

Wagjak!

Sweet sweet sweet!

Pachang! Pachachang!

Changes appeared in the transparent shapes.

The shape was crumpled and wobbly.

Some crashed to the ground, while others shattered like glass on the spot.

There was an explosion of astonishment among the wizards.

“Oh, casting isn’t working!”

“Damn it! Turn it towards attribute magic!”

“It’s the same! It doesn’t work at all!”

They were the same too.

Mana Heart has been contaminated by dark magic.

It was the result of Buendia consistently pouring in a large amount of black magic.

“This is profit······!”

Only Count Franco resisted the dark magic to the end.

It was the result of going against Buendia's ideas with utter stubbornness and persistence.

“The environment isn’t everything? Don’t make me laugh, Buendia! If you had a background, you wouldn’t be living like that! Do you think I don’t know?”

“You know something that was quite old. It’s an honor.”

Buendia's birth was also arcane.

Born poor, he moved to Marquez.

The counterargument was that if you had been born into a good family and had received sufficient support, wouldn't you have made a name for yourself as a wizard rather than a warlock?

The validity of the count's claim was a later question.

The important thing is that his magic has regained its consistency.

The point was that Buendia's dark magic had been shaken off and he began to use his magic powers again.

but······.

“Why······?”

“I told you, things won’t go your way.”

The count's face was stained with despair.

Because Gradiva's magic was raging like a storm.

It was so badly damaged that it couldn't even be compared to before.

“Gyaaaaaaaaaah!”

A scream was heard.

It's Julio's voice, unmistakably.

The count's expression turned pale and hardened as he heard his child's screams.

Shuhwaaaaaaaah!

The portals that were lined up in layers were combined.

No, to be exact, it was more like they were crushed rather than merged.

The flat surface became sticky like a swamp······.

Chulbuk! Chulbuk!

An unidentified entity was squirming on the surface.

The count recognized the identity at once.

“Julio!”

Julio was dying.

He was running away after being hit by Jeonggyeom's <Rocket> baptism.

Her body, which had been a transparent blue, was now covered in vivid, colorful bruises.

“Gyaaaaah! Gyaaaaahhhh!”

Julio could freely move through portals.

Still, he's a guy who flounders as if he's stuck in a swamp.

Buendia could easily see that Jeong-gyeom's <Product Recovery> was pulling at Julio.

Count Franco immediately took action.

“Julio! Come here!”

I gathered all my magic power.

I pulled Julio with all my might using my telekinesis.

We poured all our power into it, even mobilizing <The Witch's Hand>.

At the same time······.

Phew!

“Cough!”

A pair of sharp hands stabbed the count in the stomach.

Two <Witch's Hands> used by the elders have been freed.

The count, who had dragged Julio to him at all costs, accepted his son, bleeding profusely and covered in wounds.

Thud!

He caught Julio's face with his red hands.

As he panted, white steam rose in puffs.

“You shouldn’t be like that. You’re not that kind of being······!”

“Gyaaah! Gyaaaa······!”

It wasn't a real rich relationship.

Because the guy wasn't the real Julio, he was just Gradiva who was sleeping in <Headquarters>.

but······.

“Julio, be angry! Those who are not worthy of it covet our power, our authority!”

The intense passion that the Count exudes.

Julio's memory began to respond to that passion.

Cool, Count Franco, bleeding, grabbed Julio's face even more tightly.

“Punish and punish! I raised you to be worthy of it. Let all beings in the multiverse know that you have the authority and power to do so!”

“Uh-huh-huh······.”

Julio couldn't come to his senses at all.

The count's fingers dug into Julio's face as if they were going to bruise.

Julio's entire body was strongly held by the Count's telekinesis, and the <Witch's Hand> that flew in to save him was also holding Julio's two shoulders as if restraining him.

Julio quickly absorbed the Count's passion.

The massive flow of magical power that had formed the guy began to completely reorganize.

“Ugh······. Aaaah!?”

Julio looked like he didn't understand English.

I just looked at my body accelerating rapidly and was terrified.

The count had an expression on his face that said he had no idea why he was acting like this or what was happening to him.

Boohoo!

Kkuddududuk!

Julio's body was strangely deformed.

A grotesque body that can no longer be considered pure.

But when the count saw this, his expression distorted and blood spurted out.

“No! That’s not it! That’s not it!”

Julio didn't grow up the way he wanted.

It was not that the Count had misrepresented it, nor that Julio had rejected it.

It was just like throwing the dice, it just naturally led in an unexpected direction.

dump.

The count bowed his head in frustration.

and······.

“That’s not it······.”

Bam.

His head hit the floor.

Julio's arms, freed from their restraints, flailed and fell······.

Slap.

Blood splattered excitedly on the floor.

And then Julio's body twisted strangely.