Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 322



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Episode 322 129. Voice (2)

It is true that the Necromancer type is vulnerable to close combat.

He’s the Professor’s main prey, the one I hunt the most in close combat.

But if you ask me if the guy is an easy monster, I would say no.

Most of my hunts were done when the guy was unprepared and I could get the initiative.

The true value of a Necromancer is revealed in offensive situations, not defensive ones.

In large-scale battles, especially urban warfare, one that can drag thousands of zombies around and swarms them is a more threatening target than any medium-sized species.

Even now, well-prepared necromancers are advancing towards us, leading thousands of zombies like shepherds of the dead.

Woof woof woof—

Thousands of zombies stagger across the road, moving toward us.

Costumes from the past where time seems to have stopped, faces that seem familiar.

These are people who once lived their daily lives, breathing the same city air as us.

Now the monster’s puppets, they attack us, the living, with one mind despite differences in appearance, clothing, and even addresses on their resident registration cards.

“Zombies are coming!”

Tata tata tang!

The guns of the soldiers lined up around them are firing.

Commanders are ordering their soldiers to conserve their bullets and fire carefully, but how many people can shoot carefully in the head of countless zombies closing in on them?

Tata tata tata tang!!

Despite the commander’s warning, every soldier quickly empties his magazine of 30 or 25 rounds.

The bill will be presented to their leader, Kim Byeong-cheol, and even to themselves, but isn’t it a cheaper price than their immediate lives?

The zombies that run towards you fall down one by one, but the zombies have no fear.

Just like the song “Stepping on the Corpses of My Comrades” goes, those who have already become corpses step on the corpses of fallen zombies and crash into our lines like waves.

Hurrrurr–

To combat this, humans use all means at their disposal.

Fire has traditionally been an effective weapon against zombies.

Especially in India, where zombies were more of a threat than anywhere else, the poor of India ended their lives in poverty by burning zombies with fire and eventually burning themselves.

Of course, there are still those who break through this wall of fire.

Clank-

Soldiers armed with reinforced plastic shields and spiked maces lined up in ranks like medieval soldiers.

It is a specialized disease called the Great Zombie Disease.

They stand at the front and block the zombies that try to break through the net and approach.

Woohoooooooo!!!

The zombies crashed into the shield wall like waves.

puck!

Bang!

The shields push back the zombies as if they were one, and the hammers and various blunt weapons break the zombies’ heads.

“The first wave seems to be over. But it’s coming again.”

Cheon Yeong-jae, who was on top of a nearby building, relayed the situation he had observed with his own eyes through the communicator.

In large monster battles, drones are rarely used.

It seems that most monsters have a sensitive reaction to drones flying around the sky like flies, perhaps because they have shared the experience of being beaten badly in China.

In the past, when drones were used as cheap substitutes for humans, they might be something that could be thrown away lightly, but in a time when drones are no longer produced, they are a valuable asset that cannot be easily wasted.

“Where is Mokdong?”

Mokdong is a common nickname for the necromancer type in these situations.

“That bank building with the big hole in the side. Across the street. You can’t see it from there.”

“About 400m.”

“maybe.”

“What is the density?”

“It’s crowded. I’d rather not go. I think I’ll have to endure it one more time.”

The biggest reason why the Necromancer type is annoying in large-scale urban battles is because he demands honest consumption from humans.

The cost of the consumables was by no means small even by pre-war standards, but in the post-war era when everything was impoverished, it was enough to take down a single warlord.

“This. It seems like it will never end.”

We shouldn’t blame Kim Byeong-cheol’s subordinates for being pretentious.

It’s a matter of survival for them too.

Is there anything more meaningless than an army without bullets?

In fact, the only people in this battlefield who give deep meaning to the battle are me and Kim Byeong-cheol.

The rest of us don’t understand the meaning of this battle.

It’s common sense now that you can just avoid monsters anyway, so it’s not that surprising.

Most of the soldiers here, and the refugees huddled under the slanted apartments, reacted with incomprehension as to why they were holding their ground instead of retreating.

Well, they might be right.

But in my case, I absolutely have to attract the unknown radio waves called Necropolis, and Kim Byung-chul would not want to create a small paper nest around his hidden assets.

It is much easier to hunt moving monsters than those that have settled down, and Kim Byeong-cheol, who staked his final political fate on hidden assets, may have had an ambitious plan to build a new settlement centered around the hidden assets.

Although the two sides came to a common understanding and came to a battle, I am one of those who do not want Kim Byeong-cheol to fall quickly.

“Can I have a strong rope?”

You have to take some risks.

“Huh? A rope? What are you going to do?”

In response to the sharp officer’s question, he pointed to a building with a hole in it.

“I guess it would be better to remove it myself.”

“Didn’t you ask me to deal with the zombies?”

“I did, but I felt like it would never end if I continued like this.”

I guess I should do what I can.

Bang! Bang!

Tata tata tang!

With the support of Cheon Yeong-jae, Defender, and a small group of elite soldiers, they arrived at the building via a detour and climbed the steep stairs.

Although our vision is obscured, the monsters have an innate ability to sense our location, and they create waves to swarm thousands of zombies towards us.

Dozens of zombies simultaneously climbed the stairs.

bang!

They used pre-prepared explosives to cut off the stairs, which were the only access point.

“Isn’t this a bit of a reckless operation?”

Cheon Yeong-jae asks with a smiling face.

“If Kim Byeong-cheol runs out of bullets, the whole situation will become reckless.”

“Well, I guess so. I don’t really need to pay attention to that guy though.”

“Please protect me.”

There are two reasons.

One is that necromancers are vulnerable to close combat and will definitely die to me.

The other one is that when a necromancer type dies, he loses control of any number of zombies he has summoned.

I ran through the floors of an abandoned building filled with dust, debris, and broken glass, and caught sight of the monster beyond the building.

thud!

I captured a gray-white monster.

He tied the rope around the exposed steel frame between the broken concrete and jumped down.

Shhh—

The wind blows through me.

At one time, this wind, the fast-moving scenery, and the feeling of falling all over my body would make me sleepy, but not anymore.

With a clearer mind than ever, I take out my two axes and look at the rapidly approaching monster.

Srrrrung-

My friends who are always the same.

One day these guys will rust, break, and become unusable, but before that, I’ll have to cut down more monsters.

Bam!

The axe digs into the grayish-white surface.

The monster, which does not know pain and therefore has no screams or conditioned reflexes, slowly turns its head and searches for the human who harmed it.

Scratch! Scratch!

Logging that has already begun will not stop.

Woohoooooooooo—

The threat is the zombies rushing in from all directions.

But there is a solution.

Bang! Bang! Tata tang!

Cheon Yeong-jae, the defender, and a small group of soldiers positioned on top of the building are blowing up the zombies’ heads with “carefully aimed shots” as the officer on the front line had said earlier.

In an unobstructed situation, the axe moves with more momentum and speed.

and.

“······.”

The monster’s body, broken and slumped over, begins to particle and scatter.

As I watched the fleeting and beautiful golden particles scatter, a thought crossed my mind.

What is this particle?

What does it mean?

And where do these scattered things go?

Is it used to spread on the ground in the form of spores and accelerate erosion, as previously speculated? Or does it perform some other role that we do not know about?

Above all, is there a will embedded in that particle?

The sound of a heated gunshot from afar brought an end to the inner questions that followed one after another.

He spoke into the communicator.

“Defeat Mokdong.”

There is no answer.

I added a word to convey my exact meaning.

“Save your bullets. That’s it.”

This will put one worry to rest.

The next one to approach is a dancer type who is relatively easy prey.

Not to me, but to the soldiers.

*

During our short break, we headed to The Hope’s underground parking lot.

A rather interesting situation occurred.

Soldiers and refugees formed a crowd and began to loot the warehouse without permission.

Well, in a situation where a group of monsters are approaching, there is no need to watch Woo Min-hee’s face anymore.

Among the procession were some faces I knew well.

“Hey~ Skeleton~!”

It’s Mguda.

Beside them stand a man and a woman with their faces covered with rags and hoods, their heads bowed.

He chuckled.

Probably Ji Chang-soo and Ji Young-hee.

I don’t have the ability to read minds, but if I could read their minds, wouldn’t I want to strangle Emgu?

I want to hide my identity somehow, but that guy is doing that shit right next to me.

Well, it’s none of my business.

I waved my hand lightly and entered the parking lot.

The soldiers salute me.

A landscape never seen before.

Well, I guess this is a little bit of a thank you for saving me thousands of bullets.

My destination is inside a warehouse where soldiers are guarding and forklifts are removing items.

Deep within the wreckage of shattered drones and sentry guns lies a large truck parked in the distance.

“Necropolis reception is progressing smoothly.”

Valentine greeted me with a smiling face.

He handed me his cell phone.

“Look at this.”

Since the war, it has been rare for the antenna indicator on a cell phone to light up to indicate wireless status.

Except for the Seoul-Incheon area where communication networks were maintained, cell phones were used more as portable computers for taking pictures, recording personal records, maps, and leisure activities than as telephones.

I did the same.

The antenna of my cell phone, which never went to Seoul or Incheon, was always 0.

however.

“hmm?”

The antenna is up.

The story is that the signal has been picked up.

“What is this?”

I was feeling sorry for Valentine.

But for now, I think we can put those regretful feelings aside for a moment.

“It’s the voice of the dead!”

Valentine spoke in a rare, excited tone, looking back and forth between the dashboard and the monitor screen.

“The magical network that implements its own servers has finally landed in Korea!”

“I guess I can’t use it yet?”

“Yes. We need to dig a little deeper. What should I call it? Should I call it radio waves? No, I think that proper mutual communication will only be possible when the necropolis-like energy similar to radio waves is filled.”

Valentine stared at the monitor with bloodshot eyes and typed on the keyboard.

“······But the more I look at it, the more surprising it is. It looks like a really ordinary radio wave to me, but how can it act as a server?”

He was concentrating on his work.

I was enjoying it.

Well, if that weren’t the case, he would have left Jonnaenon long ago.

There were ten people in the faded photo he had, but only one remained: Valentine.

I have something to say to him.

Perhaps the network he thought was a human innovation may not have been solely the result of human intelligence.

To be frank, does it make sense to create a large-capacity server using only radio waves?

No matter how much of a genius you are, you can’t create something out of nothing.

The innovation that Valentine firmly believes in may be the voice of a monster.

Why, they’re still coming.

“Hunter Park! Hunter Park! Emergency! Emergency!”

I can hear the voices of soldiers desperately looking for me through the communicator.

“How much time is left?”

I asked Valentine.

“One day. One day at the earliest.”

He nodded and took one last look at the vehicle in question.

It looks like it is carrying extra-large broadcasting equipment on a heavy vehicle the size of an 8-ton trailer.

The power cable is connected, but it appears that the equipment connected to the cable is a large-capacity battery, so it appears that it can broadcast independently, albeit in a limited manner.

“······All right.”

I headed to the battlefield with the trailer’s appearance in mind.

On the battlefield, the greatest obstacle that everyone had expected was slowly but surely approaching us.

Praetorian type.

The natural enemy of mankind who ended India’s kill zone with a giant Kraken type.