8. Zombie and Immortal(6)
A dark night without street lights. A giant with dark skin was being chased by zombies. It looks like only the eyes are floating in the dark. He was Bruce, one of Siu’s group.
At first glance, he looked like just an ordinary survivor running away from zombies, but if you look a little more broadly, there was something strange about him. As he zigzags across the city, he hasn’t encountered a single new zombie.
As if someone had trapped all the zombies in the area somewhere else.
However, the unreasonable zombie did not notice the discomfort and continued its empty chase. Just corpses staggering around chasing life. Only the sound of humans and zombies running echoed in the silent city.
Bruce was very tired, but he ran away from them with relaxed and familiar movements and checked his surroundings. Yellow triangle sign. Kilroy graffiti. Nelson Street. They were all familiar to the eye. It means that we are almost at the place we promised with Siwoo.
Bruce recalled the conversation he had with Siwoo.
‘Then from now on, the underground… ‘Is it okay to invade the secret base?’
‘No. That’s not true. ‘Go in knowing what’s lurking there.’
‘I heard the entrance is hidden with a spell so you can’t find it?’
‘All you have to do is make the other person come out.’
‘How?’
‘We just don’t know where the entrance is, but we already know where the basement is. Therefore…’
Shiwoo’s face, smiling viciously while saying that, seemed more suited to a villain than a hero.
‘You just have to destroy everything. ‘So that the opponent has no choice but to crawl out on his own feet.’
Kieeek-!
The sound of zombies getting closer woke Bruce out of his thoughts. Because it sounded as if he was crying right behind his back. The screams made with vocal cords that were human but not using human methods had the effect of distorting the sense of distance in itself. It was a despairing moment because I was barely able to run by relying on inertia.
Bruce laughed.
Because he had already passed the point that Si-woo pointed out.
Cheok-
At that moment, the road the zombies had walked on split to the left and right as if its jaws were wide open. What appeared like that was a sinkhole that seemed to be 10 meters deep. The zombies that fell inside hit the concrete at the bottom of the sinkhole and flailed around with broken bones. Other zombies already inside reacted to their movements and briefly convulsed.
Bruce, who had been chased just now, sat down and took in oxygen like crazy before finally catching his breath and looking down with his flashlight down the sinkhole. The sight of all the zombies in this area being gathered up and thrown away was a sight that evoked instinctive disgust, as if they were being infested with bugs, but it was also an extremely exhilarating scene as a survivor of the zombie apocalypse.
At that time, a familiar sound was heard from behind and Bruce turned his head. It was Siwoo who was waiting nearby. Floating next to him was a girl slightly larger than a human calf. An earth spirit gnome. The sinkhole was also her work.
Feeling that his mission was now truly over, Bruce sat down and lightly bumped his fists with Siu. There was no other encouragement. Because a hundred words are not as good as two fists touching at this moment.
Bruce’s arm falls down from exhaustion. Siwoo moved him to a nearby safe building and stood over the sinkhole, looking down. In the basementThat concrete ceiling and the things that are underneath it. He calmly pictured in his mind what he had planned.
And when he felt ready enough, he stretched out his arms.
I memorized the most powerful spell in the world.
“Body explosion.”
Bang-
Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-
With those words, the zombies exploded all at once, destroying the concrete they had been lying on. Even if you cover your ears with Silf, you can still feel the heavy sound as it vibrates throughout your body. Siwoo gritted his teeth as he felt the magic power being consumed like crazy.
For a moment, I thought what would happen if something went wrong. The ultimate goal is to secure the materials in the basement. Silencing the opponent by killing him was only a secondary mission. If you forcefully increase your explosive power to kill your opponent and lose the data, it is just a false statement.
Fortunately, the explosion worked as measured and subsided after destroying the ceiling. For an instant, Si-woo’s tightened heart loosened and he felt a slight sense of helplessness.
But it’s not time to relax yet. Siwoo took a deep breath, gathered his composure, and had the gnomes remove the concrete and pour in the dirt. He planned to bury the entire basement, along with all the materials. Anyway, we will be able to retrieve the data again with the gnomes.
But does this mean that the other person also has no intention of coming out quietly? Si-woo, who was pouring the dirt, felt a slight sense of resistance. His opponent’s magic seemed to be blocking the gnome’s dirt.
But it is a futile rebellion.
Since nature is the realm of spirits, no magic can dare to surpass the control of spirits on an equal level.
Coo coo coo coo-
His spell was easily broken, and the dirt that had been stagnant for a while poured out again. The dirt that was filled into every nook and cranny of the base thanks to the power of the gnomes also provided Siwoo with detailed information about the base.
The internal structure, traces of witchcraft, and even the fact that the witch doctor had escaped from the base. I prayed that he would be buried alive on the spot, but that seemed difficult.
At that time, Ignis, who was monitoring one of the buildings believed to be connected to the basement, called Siu. Siwoo immediately shared Ignis’ vision. A man with a twisted face. A face in front of your nose. A hand approaches violently.
Late.
-Dad! It’s here! Here… Wow!
“Wow… “Uweeek-“
When Ignis, who had suffered fatal damage from the shaman, was forcibly reverse-summoned, the shock hit Siwoo in its entirety. A feeling of being shaken like crazy. As if he was riding a roller coaster, the sensation of being sensitive enough to be painful and then becoming insensitive to the point where he couldn’t feel anything paralyzed all of Siwoo’s bodily functions.
By the time I finally recovered from the shock, quite a bit of time had already passed. Normally, you would think that you had already missed the shaman. But Siwoo still remained resolute. Instead of being impatient, Siwoo summoned Undine and marched inside his mouth, moving only after his body was in perfect condition.
That was because there was a part of me that believed in it.
Because spirits are nature itself, they were able to find traces left in nature better than anyone else.
“Sylph. Gnome. “Can you track that person?”
-Of course!
-Huh!
The two spirits responded vigorously and each began to follow the man’s traces.
In which world, Siwoo was unable to escape the pursuit of the Yandere elf spirit master even after mobilizing all his chatroom skills.
Si-Woo remembers the complaints of a poor Si-Woo, puts a pistol on his waist, and shoots the cow.I aimed my gun ahead and calmly followed the spirit.
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“Huh, huh, damn it…”
A shaman hid in a building and leaned against it. The image of the spirit he had seen earlier did not leave his mind.
Although it was still an unsightly, weak spirit body that could be torn apart at the touch of his hand, the shaman sensed a great nature within it, and he also realized that he knew nothing about it.
Therefore, the shaman chose to run away without hesitation. Unless he knew what power the person chasing him had, there was no reason for him to fight. He had no taste for risking his life in a pointless fight.
Of course he didn’t think he would lose. He was not one of the fake shamans who made up the majority of the organization; on the contrary, he achieved his own goals by using the shamanism that caused the zombie outbreak. His goal is to create an immortal body that does not die, does not age, and heals on its own no matter what wounds it receives.
Immortal. That was the word that could accurately describe his body right now.
But still, he did not have the courage to fight.
Just as humans are mortal beings, they sometimes become aloof in the face of death.
He, who is immortal, has become infinitely weak in the face of death.
Perhaps the being chasing him might have a way to kill him. Enough to feel extreme fear at the slightest possibility.
“I need to contact the organization, the organization.”
He took a deep breath and took out his satellite phone. Even after the world was destroyed, satellites were still spinning fine, so satellite phones were one of the few means of communication that could be used normally in this world. He planned to use this to ask the organization for salvation.
However, no matter how much time passed, the phone call was never received. It’s already an old satellite phone, but when I try to make a call from inside the building, I barely get a signal.
When he realized this, he thought about going up to the rooftop and hanging again, but he thought he might get caught for doing so, so he decided not to. Isn’t there a possibility that something like the spirit from before may be patrolling the area right now?
After that, he wandered around for a while, unable to do this or that. He wondered if he would stay like this for a few days. In any case, other than the unknown being, there is no one other than the organization’s orthodox shaman who knows how to kill him, so they are just hoping that the being will give up looking for him.
It was a pretty good idea for his heated head to think about. His favorite way, without taking any risks. He followed that thought and spent his time hiding quietly.
And as time passed, his head grew colder. Reason, which had been the servant of emotion, regained its freedom, and judgment, which had faltered, became straight again.
After a few hours had passed and his head had cooled, he wondered if his fears had any basis. Does the man pursuing him really know how to kill him?
Does not exist. Why would they bury the basement in such an ignorant way in the first place? This may be because they cannot even detect the spell that conceals the entrance.
Once his thoughts began to flow in that direction, circumstantial evidence came out one after another. If I had tracked him, I would have caught up with him a long time ago, but there is still no sign of that being making an appearance. There was ample room for interpretation that he was avoiding a direct confrontation with him.
Of course, I plan on doing it in reverse.There was no. That’s because he’s just a desk keut, closer to a scholar, and has no talent for fighting.
However, going out to the rooftop to make a proper satellite phone call is not without risk.
With that in mind, he went up to the rooftop and opened the door.
At that moment, a gunshot rang out.
Taang-
A body full of holes. Fresh blood splashing. Black pain. And.
His body that never dies.
He collapsed in pain, groping his chest where his bullet had hit. The wound there had already healed.
That meant one thing.
That being cannot kill him.
The moment he was sure of that, he shouted and jumped towards Si-woo, who was aiming at him from the rooftop across the way.