Chapter 221 – Chapter 221: Military Song 3
Svetlana’s reaction made it possible to see why she became a legend in the North Continent.
While the other soldiers looked around and panicked
She dug out her snow pit with her magic her while covering her red blood with her ice.
She caused the snow that had formed in the snow pit she had dug to swirl around her, obscuring her vision of her.
The other soldiers also noticed belatedly and believed in the white camouflage clothes.
When I buried myself in the snow, only a pure white snowy field was visible within a minute.
In that moment, someone even covered the incarnation’s corpse with a camouflage cloak.
“Has anyone checked the direction the sniping came from?”
“I think it came from the northeast direction, but I didn’t see the scope reflection!”
“Are these bitches stuck with monsters?!”
Still, the soldiers spit out word by word as if they knew the existence of the apocalypse.
They are new recruits who only trained in the rear, but somehow they look like special forces.
In front of my eyes, a human skull popped like a watermelon! It exploded, but no one panicked.
Some people crouched down in bewilderment, but at least they weren’t a nuisance.
If you try to stumble on the snowy field in fear, you will become a target for snipers as there is no cover.
It means that he knows that his corpse and blood his endanger others.
Despite being attacked by humans rather than alien monsters, he maintains minimal composure.
The training center, which entrusted everything to the autonomous actions of individual soldiers, seemed to understand.
“Hey, did you say Svetlana? Can you dig a tunnel under the snow?”
“It’s impossible to move on a scale where everyone can move. I hope that the 27th Regiment will come after hearing the gunfire.”
“Aren’t there any years with other numbers?”
Leaving the soldiers wriggling in the snow pit, I flew through the snowy air.
The reason why I have this dream again is not just to satisfy the curiosity of the shepherd leading the electric sheep.
It is to look back on the events of 80 years ago and get the information of the apocalypseists again.
If Svetlana’s forgotten memories are used as material to reproduce the past as a dream,
A shepherd leading an electric sheep processes and stores everything that happened inside it as information.
Afterwards, the purpose was to come out of the dream of the unconscious and find trivial clues from the past as if reading a game log.
“Hey, can’t you see anything?”
“No. I think there must have been an ice or wind mage on the side of the reinforcements. They sprayed a blizzard and immediately hid in the snow. Even if they died of hypothermia, they didn’t seem to have any intention of coming out of the cave.”
“Damn it, it’s like fucking eyes. It’s a pity to go with only one incarnation.”
“You have to get out of here as soon as the reinforcements arrive. Don’t leave a trace by shooting to catch even one more.”
“Yeah, just waiting for those bitches to stick their heads out.”
Going to the end of the snowfield like that, I see two women on top of a low ridge.
One is lying face down with a telescope measuring distances.
The other is aiming a long sniper rifle that looks over 2m.
It was a classic sniper combination that could only be seen in movies.
While waiting for the soldiers lying down on two people who are expected to be apocalypseists like that
Dark clouds gather in the pure white sky in which I am floating and turn gloomy.
It’s a snowy field with a blizzard, so there could be dark clouds.
“This, fuck… ?! Hey, hey scroll!”
However, one person holding a telescope jumped up, forgetting about concealment and cover.
Then, with the momentum to almost tear the white camouflage suit, he begins to rummage through his inner pockets.
Seeing her like that, her sniper her, like me, looks up at her blankly, unable to react to her.
“Why, what’s going on?”
“Fuck the sky! Look at the sky!”
Only then did the sniper look up into the air and discover an unusually gathering dark cloud.
Right after that, the observer who managed to take out the scroll that was rolled up in his bosom was about to open it.
A snowflake the size of a fingernail gently landed on the back of his hand from the dark clouds that filled the sky.
Pan-!
A cheerful sound, like a balloon bursting.
However, the result was the exact opposite of that light sound.
“This, this shit!”
“Aaaaagh! Scroll! Tear up the scroll!”
When a snowflake the size of a fingernail touches the back of your hand, it explodes and turns into ice the size of a human head.
A sniper who wakes up in a panic tries to break the ice with a fallen telescope, but
When she jumped up and headed towards her colleague, dozens of snowflakes had already landed on her.
‘Wow, I knew they were bombing to catch snipers, but this is the first time I’ve seen magic bombing.’
Snowflakes that do not reach people also burst into snowfields and turn into sharp ice cubes.
It’s been a long time since the two of them were already imprisoned in ice, and then the ice burst on top of them, crushing them under the weight.
It is spectacular to see all the snowfields within sight reach bursting with snowflakes.
As soon as I confirmed that Hwasin was killed by sniping, I didn’t go to rescue soldiers.
You’re bombarding with magic where you expect a sniper to be.
Should I say it’s like the Northern Continent, where both constellations and incarnations are crazy about firepower?
A quiet snowfield without a single footprint is filled with sharp chunks of ice.
Perhaps that is the magic used by the Crushing Frost Mist Avatar.
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While I was admiring the magical bombardment of the North Continent, things progressed.
While soldiers from the 27th Regiment rushed in to check and interrogate the volunteers,
The silent warriors of the crouched cradle retrieved the scroll from the observer’s arms.
Of course, the destination of the scroll would be the lair of the apocalypse.
Unless the enemies are idiots, the lair will be abandoned.
Isn’t it the incarnations that find traces even in that abandoned hideout?
“Come this way!”
“Now, I understand the situation, but I hope everyone will cooperate with the inspection!”
Soldiers heavily armed with swords and guns lead the soldiers buried in the snow.
Everyone, including Svetlana, Song Ye-na, and Lee Ha-rin, have bad complexions, but what can I do?
They’re human too, so as soon as they get out of the danger of death, I don’t think they’ll be suspected.
Since the meeting place is half a military secret, there is no choice but to show cooperation.
Dozens, maybe hundreds, of soldiers turn transparent and head somewhere.
Somehow, I didn’t see any military units around, so I wonder if they met in an empty field and moved after hiding.
In a situation where apocalypseists are openly active, the location of the forward base itself is classified.
Rather than watching soldiers being interrogated by incarnations at the front base
The incarnations tracking the doomsday base looked interesting and moved there.
“What about the goods?”
“Retrieved. Check the scroll with the transfer magic engraved on it.”
“Does it enter immediately?”
“…I’m going.”
The incarnation of the frost fog analyzes the magic on the scroll,
Is it the way the incarnation of the cradle, which is more capable in close combat, uses a scroll?
After breaking her ice and tearing her scroll, the woman with the black sword disappears.
Then, as if imitating her ghost her, she slid onto the shoulder of her female swordsman, who held her scroll her.
I had no desire to wander in search of a hiding place hidden in this vast snowy field.
“…As expected, they’re poisonous.”
When the scroll is activated, I blink once at the unfamiliar sensation that is different from lucid dreaming.
In front of my eyes, in less than a second, I see a female swordsman who has been completely wrecked.
More than half of her clothes her were burned, exposing her breasts, abs, and pubis.
The figure holding a sword with only the genitals barely covered.
‘What the fuck.’
Has the method of using their agents as discards continued to be used from this time on?
It took less than an hour for the sniper to die and the swordsman to find and use the scroll.
Suddenly, the doomsdayists’ hideout was loaded with explosives and land mines.
Perhaps even if the snipers and observers returned from their missions, they would have been shattered with the evidence.
“Ah, it’s me. As expected, there was a trap in the hideout, keuheum…!”
A female swordsman being carried away by other soldiers who hurriedly ran after hearing the radio call.
And a male wizard who sees the injured figure and gets angry with tears.
I moved to another place because the atmosphere suddenly seemed to change to romance.
‘By the way, where is the shepherd leading the electric sheep?’
The two incarnations, Song Ye-na and Lee Ha-rin, became colleagues by Svetlana’s side in the story of heroism 80 years ago.
However, if the shepherd leading the electric sheep, which is really important, is not by their side of her, where are they gathering information?
No way… ?
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Hopefully catch someone
Do I have to say I’m catching the dreamer now?
“Why are you there… No, the information over there is more important.”
There was no way I could hear my voice, but because it was ridiculous, the words came out of my mouth.
I found the shepherd leading the electric sheep in my dream after almost several months.
I didn’t know that I would be possessed by a real apocalypse just to catch people.
A hideout tainted by soot from gunpowder.
The place where the female swordsman entered alone three months ago and took the explosive trap with her body.
A few people reappear there, probably thinking that the hideout that has already been uncovered is not being watched.
“Are you sure this time?”
“Last time, I was done with only one leader.”
“Like dirty blondes and brunettes running around.”
Red-haired women who talk differently about something by hair color.
In the meantime, the woman who was setting the mood let out a quiet voice.
Everyone around her, who was so loud, closed her mouth and stared at her.
Yes, the shepherd who leads the electric sheep that sets the mood inappropriately.
… Possessing this as an apocalypse boss and sitting there.
