The Return of Apocalypses Tyrant - Chapter 111

Episode 111

“Whoa…whoa….”

How much time has passed?

Namgoong, who was sweating so much that it soaked the floor, collapsed on the floor with an exhausted expression and let out a sigh of relief.

[Are you awake?]

“….”

Namgung could not easily answer the nameless question.

This is because I could not get used to the foreign energy that seemed to be felt in every cell of my body.

‘It’s cold…’

I felt the texture of the air passing by my cheek.

My senses increased dramatically.

Namgoong realized that the world he was looking at had completely changed.

[The facial expression is worth seeing. So, isn’t it a much better reward than the trash piled up in Tongtun Tower or something?]

Unknown asked him once again.

[The Aspects probably don’t know that there’s still a ton of alcohol left.]

“Can you give me something like this?”

Only then did Namgung answer him with a stern expression.

[What do you know? Are you afraid of scaring the kids who haven’t even lived half the time I did? And they didn’t know either. It’s discipline, and there’s nothing to get caught about.]

Unlike him who asked with concern, Namgoong laughed involuntarily at the response of Moo-myung, who answered calmly.

[Now, sit down.]

Namgung followed his instructions and sat down.

[After all, alcohol has heat. The reason yakshas like to drink alcohol is to release more heat from their bodies. If you have mastered the art, you will know the reason well.]

“The Yasha’s art is a kind of operation of energy. “When heat is applied inside the body, the blood flow in the body moves faster and the circulation of energy becomes stronger.”

[right. As expected, he is the one who learned my magic. Then, what are the changes in your body now?]

Gwaak-

Namgung clenched his fists.

“As the word ‘strong’ suggests, I feel like the strength of the blood vessels throughout my body, through which the power of the spirit flows, has become stronger.”

[So?]

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…!!

When he spread his palm upward, the purple core quickly rotated and came together.

“The casting speed of necromancy has increased.”

[Quite a bit. However, the effectiveness of blood pressure techniques does not stop at just speed. The stronger the passage and the faster the speed, the more power of necromancer can be pushed in.]

“Does this mean that a higher level of necromantic magic can be used?”

[okay. The only necromancy you use yet is to summon spirit soldiers, so you won’t be able to feel it, but you will learn more techniques in the future.]

Namgung nodded at his words.

《Hyeolmaeksul – Strong》

A physical art that has been strengthened to contain stronger power by awakening the heterogeneous energy contained in the blood vessels in the body.

[You have only just learned the basics of blood vessels. Don’t be satisfied with this. It was called competent steelmaking. What you have learned is only the level of strength.]

As if he had seen through his heart, Mu-myeong urged Nam-gung.

[In the end, strength cannot overcome softness, and softness is also tangible and cannot overcome intangibility.]

“It means that there is a higher level.”

[okay. So, never be conceited….]

“It’s actually better.”

[Hmm?]

“If this was the only legacy Muryang left behind, it would have been rather disappointing.”

[A guy who has never even learned blood magic is talking arrogantly again.]

“It’s not arrogance. I lived in this hell for 25 years. “Even though I haven’t mastered the blood vessel technique, this power can be used at most at the 10th door.”

Looking at Moo-myeong snorting, Namgung shook his head.

“But if you can become stronger, it means you can close more doors. Rather, I feel relieved.”

[Cluck… Anyway, he’s a fun guy. By nature, humans want to be the strongest from the beginning. I did choose the dishes well.]

Mu-myeong said as if he liked Nam-gung’s attitude.

“Me too. It’s not a bad feeling to learn from someone. Honestly, I was at a loss. “Because there are too many enemies to fight in the future.”

[A guy who seems to live alone in the world is scared…]

“I wouldn’t know if he was alone, but now there are too many beings to protect.”

[I know what you mean, but don’t try to carry it alone. Then, I will end up in trouble.]

Namgung smiled bitterly at his words and nodded.

[Well, if you don’t have anyone to rely on, I’ll accept it if you rely on me a little. I have to repay you for letting me come back into the world.]

“Try not to hold on to your pants.”

[Cluck, okay. Anyway, from now on, it is up to you to learn blood vessel techniques.]

Myung-myeong said, resting his chin as if he was thinking.

[However… the stage of the lecture is literally to strengthen the blood vessels. In order to do that, your body itself needs to be strengthened… I’m worried that this isn’t an easy task to do simply with effort.]

“Hmm… Even the runes don’t really strengthen the body, so I don’t think they’ll help.”

[yes. It’s not something like agility or stamina, it’s a more internal issue. Too bad. If it had been in the past, it would have been easy to obtain the elixir.]

“Elixir?”

[Things like perennial snow ginseng or thousand-year mushrooms. Or something like the precious blood of an ancient snake would be good.]

Ssaaaaagh…!!!

[Crung….]

Yong-a jumped out at the nameless words and lowered his head sullenly.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on eating you.”

Namgung lightly tapped the snake’s head and laughed.

[It was quite common when I lived… but the stale air here doesn’t seem like an ecosystem for such things to grow. They won’t sell it in bundles, right?]

“I think the only thing that can be called an elixir is elixir.”

Unknown snorted at his answer.

[Heung Elixir is at best nothing more than an ointment. Things that can be called elixirs must have internal power.]

“It has internal power… If I do it well, I think someone can bring it to me.”

[Who?]

Namgung smiled strangely at the anonymous question.

“wait.”

* * *

“Brother, I think you should come out.”

Myung-Hoon, who was sparring with Seong-woo at the training ground, wiped his sweat with a towel around his neck and called out to Nam-gung.

“okay.”

As I came up from the underground fortress, I noticed several black sedans standing there.

“…Den Howl has arrived.”

Myung-Hoon, who was standing behind him, whispered cautiously.

“get off. “Don’t complicate the already narrow alley.”

Unlike Myeong-hoon, who was nervous, Namgung said while knocking on the window of the car.

The door opened and a straight-looking man with his hair done with pomade and wearing silver-rimmed glasses appeared with a smile on his face

.

“You came as a surprise.”

“Haha sorry. However, since I am a state guest in name and appearance… they pay attention even if it is okay.”

“It’s not a guard, it’s just luggage, but I brought it with me. “If it were me, I would have thrown it away right away.”

Den Howl smiled faintly at Namgung’s words.

“You have great confidence.”

“…?”

“I don’t mean it in a bad way. “I only told you because I like your confident appearance.”

The man who got out of the vehicle with Den Howl smiled kindly and extended his hand to him.

“My name is Millard Tyler, the White House press secretary. “I am currently assisting Den Howl.”

“You seem to be quite skilled.”

Namgung said as he saw him standing proudly despite the glare in his eyes.

“It’s an unremarkable skill. “He was the person who sat at the desk with a chair in the corner of the West Wing.”

‘If it’s the West Wing, then at least he has a foot in the staff…’

Although he said it as if it was insignificant, Namgoong was able to roughly guess his position.

‘It looks like the U.S. government is also slowly making moves. Well, Europe is going through something like that and will be slowing down for a while… so they probably thought it was their turn.’

Namgung glanced at Millard and then looked away.

“Why did you come to see me?”

“I want to ask you something. “Didn’t you say earlier that you would help me in exchange for making a fake head for the Demon King?”

“It did. But it’s faster than I thought. “What would someone of your stature need my help with?”

At that moment, Den Howl looked at Millard before answering with an embarrassed expression.

When he nodded, Den let out a low sigh and said.

“This is a dungeon strategy.”

“okay.”

“…yes?”

“I will do it.”

Den looked at Namgoong with a blank expression as he answered as if he had been waiting for the question he had asked with a heart full of worry.

“I said I would do it. no?”

“Oh no! thank you!! “I never thought you would accept it so willingly…”

Den quickly bowed and answered.

“Let’s go and talk about the details. “I said I would do it, but I didn’t accept it.”

“What is that…”

“Because you are not the only secretary. “Because transactions require coordination.”

Namgoong smiled and opened the door of the car Den was riding in.

“Anyone, please sit in the front seat.”

He said, leaning back casually on the seat as if it were his car.

“Blue House.”

* * *

“It’s a dungeon raid…”

A heavy air flowed in the office.

“The Prime Minister will know. “After all the demons summoned from the fourth gate have been annihilated, 16 dungeons have been summoned around the world.”

“Of course I know.”

“Dungeons had been summoned before then, but most of them were of low difficulty, as if for practice.”

Click –

Millard took out a pad from his bag.

“Thanks to this, people were able to gain practical combat experience in the dungeon, and the number of casualties subsequently decreased significantly.”

Jeeeeee….

When he touched the screen, a globe-shaped hologram appeared and red marks appeared in each area.

“So the Pentagon had citizens gain experience by attacking newly created dungeons to increase their survival rate. But…”

“I failed.”

He could not hide his bitter expression at the Prime Minister’s words.

“Yes, that’s right. There are currently two dungeons created in the United States. “We were trying to attack one of them, a dungeon in Oregon.”

He flipped through the screen on the pad.

Then, unknown lists appeared on the screen.

“There are 50 people in total. Among them, there was a contractor from the gnome clan.”

“There was…? “Are you saying he’s dead?”

At that moment, Millard nodded with a dark expression.

“yes. There are no survivors at all. “Liam, the gnome clan’s contractor, has also died.”

“Huh…”

“All 50 people?”

“Until now, the dungeon was more of a practice exercise… but there are deaths in the dungeon.”

Park Hyo-joo muttered as if surprised by his words.

“There is no such thing as practice. “I just didn’t know about the early dungeons because the Revelators cleared them first.”

Namgung said.

“More dangerous and difficult dungeons will continue to appear in the future.”

“It means there will be more casualties.”

The Prime Minister, the Chief of Staff, and Park Hyo-joo showed bitter expressions.

‘Sixteen…’

Namgung frowned slightly.

Because I knew very well what that number meant.

‘It’s probably not a dungeon that can be conquered with just 50 people. Because that is the dungeon where the sacred relics of the future pantheon are stored.’

The 16 dungeons were like the key to open the 5th door. That’s why it was a level of difficulty that couldn’t even be compared to before.

‘In the past life, the Revelators attempted to conquer the area several times, but failed each time.’

There was no way a raiding party made up of contractors could attack such a dungeon.

But

“Hmm.”

The first person to conquer the dungeon was right in front of me.

‘Among the Revelators, he didn’t particularly stand out and wasn’t guarded against, but starting from the 5th door, he attracted everyone’s attention.’

It was Den Haul.

“So the U.S. government has come to request Namgoong’s cooperation. “Could you help us conquer the dungeon with Den Howl?”

“why me?”

“…yes?”

“It’s a shame that people died in dungeons… but even if they aren’t in dungeons, people are dying everywhere in today’s world. “It’s no surprise.”

“That…”

Namgung looked at Den Howl.

“Do you attack dungeons to increase your survival rate? Make sense. den howl. “I forgive those who are greedy, but I do not tolerate those who tell lies.”

“….”

At that moment, the people inside felt oppressed by the heavy spirit of command that filled the office.

‘Have I become stronger than before?’

‘What on earth happened in that short period of time?’

“Breathe. “Because I won’t kill you.”

“….”

As Namgung’s momentum disappeared, Den Howl swallowed his saliva without realizing it and looked at him.

“Den Haul. I don’t hate you. I helped you before, so it would be my reward to help you. But if we’re going to do a deal, shouldn’t we be honest with each other?”

“…I have a quest.”

“Now just a moment!”

Millard shouted as if he was embarrassed by Den’s words, but the moment he saw his expression, he had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

“It’s confidential and all, so there’s no use lying to him in the first place. “He is a regressor.”

“Regression? Then you say such nonsense again….”

“We’ll talk about that separately later.”

Den smiled bitterly at Millard’s skeptical response.

“say it.”

“This is a quest to conquer a dungeon. “His Majesty himself came down.”

“It’s a quest of great stature…”

Namgung rolled his eyes slightly.

‘Legendary level quest.’

Then I thought, ‘Of course.’

Den Howl opened the gates to the pantheon by conquering 16 dungeons that could never be conquered.

‘In my past life, I conquered dungeons with Alec Traman.’

As the future changed, he came to ask for help this time.

‘It seems that the thoughts of the four seasons wanderer who chose Den have not changed since then.’

He was Den Howl.

‘Good. Then it’s good for me.’

“It’s good that you’re being honest. Yes, I will help you. If necessary for the quest, I will also give up the dungeon boss reward.”

“…Is that true?”

“of course.”

Den grabbed Namgoong’s outstretched hand as if he had been waiting.

‘I’ll take something else.’