Hiding A Logistics Center In The Apocalypse Chapter 31

Hiding a Logistics Center in the Apocalypse – Part 31

(Fences and Networks (2))

Knock knock! Knock knock!

The sky was completely filled with black smoke.

Ironically, the surrounding trees were all dried up, allowing a clear view of the command center.

“It’s disgusting···”

Either way, it was a bad smell.

I guessed what they were burning.

Burnt offering through human sacrifice.

They went against the history that mankind has built up over thousands of years.

In a way that attracts the barbarism that existed in ancient times.

So my job was to send them back to their time.

By giving us the eternal time of death.

However, in this 1st Army Corps attack, only I and the Skeleton Knights decided to participate.

“That would be better this time.”

The two older sisters are clearly a force to be reckoned with.

But unlike me and the knights, I had no repulsive power.

Even though she was a little sister with the ability <Barrier>, she could have lost her life with just a little carelessness.

About 200 meters away, the guard post of the corps headquarters was visible.

Goblins carrying rifles around their necks as if they were soldiers.

A sense of discomfort welled up in me at that sight.

Although he was an annoying opponent, I decided to be polite to him.

Unlike those guys, I am a thoroughly civilized person.

First, knock.

"shipment."

Swoosh!

A black-bodied Hellfire missile that fires at high speed.

Its sturdy body was like a wooden bell striking a bell to announce a new era.

Crunch!

The blows continued, and…

Kwaaaaang!

With a loud explosion, hellfire swept over them like a wave.

The tightly shut iron gate of the guardhouse was torn like a piece of paper, and the corpses of goblins covered in fire were strewn through the gaps.

Drrrrrrr!

The alarm sounded.

Given the smoke that had been rising the whole time, the fire alarm was too late.

I passed the guard post.

Goblins, and now the familiar half-goblin variants, rushed at me.

Toodoodoodo…!

Of course there is gunfire,

Kwaang!

Grenades also flew in frequently.

Of course, there was no significant impact.

Not only did we have a higher rank than them, but their defenses couldn't be pierced by ordinary weapons like guns or grenades.

I just stood back and gave them the hell they deserved with my Hellfire missiles.

“···?”

Rather, the problem lay elsewhere.

A notification for a deposit to an account pops up every time you kill a guy.

In the meantime, thieves got involved.

[According to the platform terms, 30% of the profits will be paid to Gold and Park Jung-hoon as commission.]

[According to the platform terms and conditions, 15% of the profits will be paid to Dia and Kangmin Lee as commission.]

[According to the platform terms, 5% of the profits will be paid to Sapphire and Nam Do-hoon as commission.]

Half of it has already been taken.

That wasn't all.

[According to the platform's special rules, 10% of the profits will be paid as commission to the priest, Bongsu Kim.]

[According to the platform's special rules, 10% of the profits will be paid as a commission to 'Tonatiu' of the Messika dimension.]

"···crazy?"

An additional 20 percent was added.

In the end, the magic stones that came to me were only 30% of the total.

I don't know the exact principle, but it seemed like there was a special rule that I didn't know about applied throughout the entire Legion Command.

Even so, there was some information that could be guessed.

pontiff.

This is the title I heard when I glimpsed the 220th Brigade Commander through a ghost.

As you can see, he is the one at the top of all these plans.

In other words···

“···Priest Kim Bong-su. This guy must be the 1st Corps Commander.”

It wasn't just this guy that was bothering me.

'Tonatiu' of the Messiah dimension.

There was another name written side by side underneath.

Just like the 'Knight King' we met a while ago, this guy must be a being from another dimension.

Moreover, if that were the case, the commander would be in cahoots with an extra-dimensional being.

A business that primarily involves human sacrifice.

“First of all···”

I had no choice but to go up this hill.

A long uphill climb to the headquarters.

On either side of it, altars of familiar shapes were lined up in steps.

It's literally a pyramid shape.

As I walked up that road, the asphalt on the ground felt like a sacred path leading to God.

Seriously, it was an absurd impression.

And one more thing, an impressive sight caught my eye.

"···performance?"

The white gas was rising from all over the altar.

The remains of the burnt remains were strewn about, and the white ashes that covered them tried hard to hide the stark truth.

The smoke rising from the fire slowly rises into the sky and disperses.

But the smoke rising from various parts of the altar seemed to be drawn by some unknown force, and was going up the same path as me toward the command center.

So when we finally arrived at the headquarters.

I could see that all that smoke was coming from one man.

Shh …

The bastard inhaled the smoke offered around him with his whole body.

Then it started blowing smoke out of all its orifices, including its eyes, nose, and ears.

As the smoke finally rose into the sky, it seemed as if the thing was acting as a chimney for the entire Legion Command.

The guy was wearing a military uniform.

Three stars engraved on the collar.

That is, this guy was the corps commander, Kim Bong-su.

The guy looked like a normal person.

It was quite a contrast to the fact that I had turned all my men into goblins.

'shipment.'

There was no need to wait and see.

Fired a Hellfire missile at the bastard.

Wedge!

A missile flying at 300 kilometers per hour.

but···

Phew!

In that moment, I passed through the body of the guy who had turned into smoke.

The guy looked at me and smiled proudly.

Swoosh!

A Hellfire missile flying far away.

But I was good at recycling.

<Product Recovery> was activated to prevent the missile from landing in a distant place.

Hui-hui-hui-ah!

The missile, which had stopped, started moving backwards again at a speed of 300 kilometers per hour…

Kyaang!

“Ugh!”

Kwaaaaang!

It exploded properly after hitting the back of the bastard's head.

Unlike the torso that had turned into smoke, the head was actually being affected by physical force.

The flames of hellfire burned red.

A Hellfire missile with the [Penetration] option.

But surprisingly, the bastard was still alive.

“···This son of a bitch···”

I think he was a little angry though.

'···Are you saying that you are of a higher rank than me?'

But that didn't seem to be the case.

There must have been a hit, because the guy was gasping for breath.

The bastard grabbed the back of his head.

Smoke from the altar rose from all sides of the command center.

The ashen gas surged thickly into the back of the bastard's head.

And then not long after···

“Huh···”

The guy came back with a relieved expression.

The smoke rising from all over the command center was giving him strength.

The commander faced me.

An arrogant yet cold expression.

He spoke in a rough voice.

“But do it moderately? You can’t kill me anyway.”

"okay···?"

I asked.

“···Can you tell me how to do it?”

“······Alright.”

The guy sighed and continued speaking.

“Listen carefully. I have no intention of fighting you. I have only revealed myself to you because I have something to offer.”

A sudden peace proposal.

Come to think of it, the guy hasn't attacked me much yet.

Maybe it's just that they don't have the ability to kill me.

The guy said.

“You came here to rescue people, right? I can guess what you want. That’s why I’m saying this… There are still dozens of concentration camps behind me. In terms of numbers, there are about four thousand people left.”

The bastard's proposal was truly astonishing.

“I’ll hand everything over. In return, stop any further destruction and leave this place.”

“···If you don’t like it?”

“I guess I’ll have to kill all the remaining humans. Do whatever you want. You can’t kill me anyway.”

In other words, he was a hostage.

The content of the negotiation was, 'Why don't we make it a draw?'

I answered.

“I guess this place is quite valuable?”

“Take him out quickly. Don’t use your brain for nothing. Do you think you’ll get a better deal if you kill a hundred people?”

He recruited me.

Of course, it would be in his best interest to stop the fight right away.

Enough to give up the offerings that were collected with great effort.

'···What are your intentions?'

It was clear that he couldn't be killed right away.

The smoke rising from the altar was repairing the damage done to the bastard.

maybe···

'I guess I won't take any damage while I'm here.'

The smoke is tightly connected like roots.

The guy was like a tree.

A tree that gathers fruit from the ground and stretches its branches toward the sky.

I was looking at the smoke rising from the bastard's head…

“······!”

I met some gazes.

'···The sun? No, that's···'

It was half-obscured by smoke.

A small circle burning red.

It was perhaps a crude imitation of the sun.

A name came to mind, sending shivers down my spine.

'···Tonatiu.'

A dog-like other-dimensional being who takes a fee from me.

It was a divine being served by the commander of the legion who became a <priest>.

Perhaps the commander's guts were coming from this 'Tonatiu'.

Maybe they're just buying time while waiting for the bastard to come.

I felt it intuitively.

I absolutely have to reject his offer.

'Gold, diamonds, sapphires… even priests.'

It's a ridiculous name that was attached when the fee was deducted.

The smoke that connects them like a spider web.

Maybe this is part of the class ladder they've built?

"ah···"

That was the identity of the 1st Corps.

Network marketing, multi-level marketing, cults.

This was a different kind of 'business model' from that of the Knight King.

The reason why the legion commander doesn't die is probably because of this 'business model'.

Just as a lush tree doesn't die when one of its roots is cut off, the bastard was replenishing its vitality based on the blood that was squeezed from below.

The life force of the guy armed with 'network' and 'multi-level' was more tenacious and strong than my 'hell fire'.

I told the commander.

“Very well, Commander. Let us settle this in a gentlemanly manner.”

Lancelot and Bedivere were immediately sent into the subspace.

The commander seemed interested in my abilities, but he seemed secretly relieved.

“I thought about it carefully. It’s too bad… If my intentions were right, I would have given him a much higher position.”

Diamond, ruby, sapphire···

The guy was rummaging through a multi-level jewelry box.

Without even anticipating his own coming fate.

I said.

“But, Commander. I must save you first.”

"what···?"

“You are in a serious situation right now. Network marketing, multi-level marketing, cults, gambling addiction, drug addiction, the world is falling apart, the family is falling apart…”

“What is this kid talking about?”

"shipment."

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

A large silver object was launched at high speed.

His true identity is the one-armed knight, Bedivere.

I put him in subspace to gain momentum.

Thud!

“Ahh!”

Bedivere grabbed the commander by the hair.

Unlike the torso, the head was the only part that was affected by physical force.

It was truly an incredible force.

The captured commander's head shook like a weed uprooted by the roots.

The corps commander objected.

“This kid… is this how he’s supposed to come out?”

Cheeeeek!

A long stream of smoke billowed out from the bastard's body.

The smoke was directed towards the concentration camp behind the bastard.

Now that the promise has been broken, they intend to kill the hostages immediately.

I answered.

I don't have much time, so as fast as possible.

“There is a common solution to multi-level marketing, fraud, and gambling addiction. Grab them by the hair and bring them home.”

I was determined to sever the very network that made up the bastard's life, tightly interconnected from top to bottom.

Surely… my 'fence' will be stronger than that bastard's roots.

Wow!

I opened a portal…

“Ah… no!”

The commander screamed as his hair was grabbed.

But there was no stopping Bedivere's hands.

Like a mother's hand saving a gambling addict who shouts, 'Just one more round.'

I walked towards the portal and said.

“Bongsu, I have to go home now.”

“No…! Aaaah!”

Did he sense it too?

He flailed his body made of smoke and screamed.

like that···

The location I entered was the large parade ground of the National Intelligence Service.

A bluish portal is visible behind.

Between those surfaces, Bedivere, who had followed me, poked his head in.

and···

What he had in his hands was the head of a legion commander who had lost all ties.

A pale face, and eyes that are turned upside down.

He is a guy who receives infinite life through acting.

But now that he had lost that connection, he lay as dead as a decapitated tree.

Whoosh!

Bedivere threw the bastard's head out of the portal.

and···

[Dimensional account ownership has been transferred.]

[You already have a dimension account. The amounts will be added.]

[You have a total of 14,915 magic stones.]

The money came in clean, without even a single penny of commission being deducted.

“Huh···”

I raised my head,

The empty sky of subspace without a single cloud came into view.

Of course, everything is connected in my subspace too.

But… there is no up or down.

Unlike their 'network'.