Chapter 390

[Amkena Side Story Episode 10]

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Boo!

An open car that looks expensive at first glance runs through the highway.

However, the open car was dented and holes were drilled everywhere, so it was impossible to find the luxury of the first time.

“Aww!”

ping! Ping Ping!

Bullets grazed over Amkena’s head several times.

The conversation went cold.

“Yah-ha!”

Nihaku pulled out an automatic shotgun and fired slug rounds at the back.

A bunch of riders going down.

“Isn’t this just like that? Every X Max X Minute X of X! Seeing the movie, I wanted to try it! Mac O Rocatan O Key! Fury O Company!”

Nihaku, who had been making various dangerous remarks, threw down the fully automatic shotgun that had run out of magazines.

What I picked up afterwards was an anti-matter sniper rifle.

Above the car shaking violently.

Standing there with one hand.

He doesn’t even put his eyes on the scope.

However, the shooting was accurate as if possessed by a ghost.

Tung!

heavy vibration.

Barrett’s M82, which pierced the driver’s seat of the police car and the body behind it at once, found the next victim.

An ordinary person would have to fall off with the recoil of a shot in an unstable position, but to Nihaku, that was no obstacle.

“Cry and prove your innocence!”

bang!

A black motorcycle burst into flames and exploded.

bang!

one more.

one per foot.

Accurately hit the vital points of motorcycles and cars speeding at a speed of 150 kilometers per hour with a one-handed sniper rifle.

“...!”

The assailants on the motorcycle returned fire with submachine guns.

Paperweight!

A barrier of lightning surrounds Nihaku, and lead bullets that collide with the barrier are instantly melted.

But that only protected Nihaku.

Damage to the vehicle body cannot be prevented.

“How far are you following me!”

[Turn left in 10 meters.]

Amkena turns the steering wheel according to the guidance of the navigation system.

Cars were exploding and crashing from behind, but there was no time to worry.

In any case, they will be replenished indefinitely.

had to turn away

[Master Amkena.]

“Yes yes?”

[You need to speed up. Can you do it?]

“Okay!”

I was driving safely with consideration for my fellow passengers, but there is no end to this.

Amkena was determined.

“Hold tight!”

“yes?”

Aaron, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had a pale complexion.

It seemed that he was finally calming down, but it was not something to be concerned about.

“I’m going full speed!”

“It’s a fine sword!”

Amkenna stepped on the accelerator pedal with full force.

The 12-cylinder engine began beating violently.

Ugh! Woo woo woo!

The number on the speedometer exceeded 200 km/h.

My vision started blurring.

“Faster!”

“It is running!”

After Nihaku threw away the sniper rifle, he brought his right arm to the body of the car.

to replenish energy.

220km 240km 260km 280km.

The pursuers gradually drift away.

The reason Amkena’s body is safe despite the wind colliding with her is probably because Aaron’s power is working.

However, speeding close to 300 km on a regular road, not a race track, is close to suicide.

No matter how empty the streets were due to the large-scale evacuation the previous day, the cars parked here and there and the structure of the irregular roads are still there.

Hey hey profit!

Black Thunder trembles like crazy just by turning a curve and draws skid marks on the floor.

If it was a normal car, it would have overturned or crashed into a building.

‘Don’t lose as much speed as possible in the corner!’

Only then can you outwit them.

With that one thought alone, Amkena’s hands and feet move busily.

Instinct trained by various racing games and talent perfectly handled the galloping horse of Black Thunder.

“oh?!”

The sound of rotor blades turning violently.

Amkenna looked to the side.

Two helicopters were flying between the skyscrapers.

On the left and right, which are open, suppression cannons are attached.

“That’s the sword entrusted to Allah’s magic wand!”

Nihaku took out an RPG-7 and put it on his shoulder.

“launch!”

Tung!

The rocket warhead, which followed a clean trajectory, hit the helicopter’s tail fin.

The helicopter, which lost momentum, spun around and crashed into the side of the building next to it.

Quaang!

Eventually, the building explodes.

“Thank you. Then, the outline of Operation Yurnet.”

“yes.”

Yurnet stepped forward.

“Master Amkena, do you know our current goal?”

“i know. Saving Mr. Han... right?”

I heard an explanation from Aaron.

It is said that Han served as bait to send his men safely.

“That’s right.”

Yurnet nodded.

“For that you need two things. The first is to drill a dimensional passage that connects this place to the place where the Master is.”

“If that’s the case, our juniors are the right person!”

“It’s me again...”

Aaron smiled bitterly.

I feel like I’ve played similar roles before.

“The second thing we need is something that acts as a beacon to guide the Master to where we are.”

“Lighthouse?”

“The Master is trapped in the vast sea of dimensions. We need light to bring him to where we are.”

An Israt is trapped in the sea of dawn.

To get him to the pier, he needs a calm waterway and a lighthouse to guide him along the way.

Yurnet finished her explanation.

‘Lighthouse?’

Amkena blinked.

Yurnet supplemented the explanation.

“For example, something that the Master cherishes very much, or something that can be recognized...”

That moment.

Everyone’s eyes were focused on Amkena’s smartphone.

To be precise, a statue of a war horse attached to the ring of a smartphone.

“...”

Amkena unconsciously touched the statue.

Rough wood texture.

‘A statue of a war horse.’

okay.

Her hero was very fond of statues of war horses.

From the very beginning, Israt was very, very crazy about the statue of a war horse.

Thanks to this, all the rewards for one Israt’s hardships and performance could be combined with a few cheap 5,000 gold statues.

‘If it’s this...!’

Amkena grabbed the burning statue.

Even so, the number is insufficient.

For some reason, Amkena said, thinking that way.

“Wouldn’t one of these be enough?”

“I understand that the one Master Amkena has is the only warhorse statue in existence.”

Yournet is right.

There are no more warhorse statues that could be summoned from the Pick Me Up gift shop.

Han Israt has disposed of all but one of his warhorse collections, and one is in the hands of Amkena.

Pick Me Up’s servers were shut down, so the gift shop couldn’t be opened anymore.

‘perhaps.’

Amkena opened her eyes.

“Can we go home?”

Amkena said.

If an evacuation alert had been issued in the area and citizens had evacuated on a large scale, her house not far from here would have been vacant.

Perhaps her mother has also left home.

It was a pity that he couldn’t deliver the news that he was safe.

“It is dangerous.”

Yurnet’s dismissal

was “You seem to have a corner to believe in.”

Siris denied it.

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It got dark before I knew it.

The evacuation warning was still not lifted, and suspicious announcements of terrorism sounded throughout the streets.

An old villa in Seoul.

A group of people enter a building on the second floor.

Security guards were posted everywhere, but no one noticed.

It was the effect of concealment magic.

‘Will Mom be okay?’

The house was a mess.

Things are scattered randomly, probably because they hurriedly evacuated.

Amkena closed and opened her eyes and passed the front door.

After that, the heroes of Valhalla followed.

“Here.”

Amkena opened the door next to her room.

It was once used as a warehouse.

Siris, who came in earlier, couldn’t help but be astonished.

“This is...”

I noticed instinctively.

These are what they are.

It’s what the Master wanted so much.

It was what he was looking for but couldn’t find in the end.

Siris grabbed Amkena by the shoulder.

“Where did you get it? The game’s servers must have been closed?”

“I didn’t ask...”

Amkena pointed to the corner of the room.

There is a desk and a small sculpture stand.

A sculpted statue was placed on top of the sculpture stand.

“It happens to be a hobby, so...”

Suddenly embarrassed to speak, Amkena hesitated and reduced her words.

“....”

A warehouse filled with shelves everywhere.

Hundreds of warhorse statues were showing off their dignified appearance.