Chapter 143

Chapter 143

[Translator – Peptobismol]

Chapter 143

Damien looked down at the fallen mammoth with a bitter expression.

It was the only legacy left by his deceased father.

After his father died, the mammoth had been his companion for eight long years, sharing both joys and sorrows.

Thanks to the mammoth, Damien had been able to build the White Bear Caravan to its current state.

Without the mammoth, Damien wouldn’t be where he was today.

Now, his friend lay there, waiting for death.

Their eyes met.

In the mammoth’s large eyes, there was not a trace of resentment towards Damien.

“Thank you! Go on ahead and wait for me. I’ll join you soon.”

At that moment, the mammoth closed its eyes.

It took its final breath.

Damien swallowed his tears and looked around the battlefield.

The fortress had become a complete war zone.

In addition to the scavengers and Dongdaemun Awakeneds, unidentified Awakeneds had joined the fray.

Because of this, the White Bear Caravan’s Awakeneds were being pushed back.

If it weren’t for the fortress, filled with traps, items, and magic, they would have been annihilated already.

Boom!

A truck exploded, sweeping away nearby scavengers and Dongdaemun Awakeneds.

“Ugh!”

“Ah!”

Arms flew off, and legs were torn from bodies.

The Awakeneds caught in the explosion lay on the ground in gruesome states.

Those who died instantly were better off; those barely clinging to life could only gasp in agony.

Other scavengers and Awakeneds mercilessly trampled the fallen survivors.

The trampled ones couldn’t even scream before they died.

“There are valuable items on the fourth floor.”

“Damn it! We have to loot the fifth floor. They say the Crown of the Spirit King is there.”

“Move aside, bastards!”

The scavengers bypassed the devastated second floor and moved up to the third.

The White Bear Caravan’s Awakeneds were there, waiting.

Damien spoke to them.

“Activate the traps.”

“Got it!”

One of the White Bear Caravan’s Awakeneds responded and activated the traps.

Suddenly, countless arrows shot out from the walls.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

“Ahhh!”

“Ugh!”

Awakeneds, turned into human pincushions, screamed and fell.

They wore high-grade armor, strong enough to deflect most monster attacks, but it was useless against the arrows from the walls.

Damien muttered to himself.

“These are all items excavated from dungeons. Normal armor can’t withstand them.”

Most people only think of the core items when they think of dungeons.

They conquer the dungeon, take the items, and leave without a second thought. But Damien was different.

Many dungeons have traps.

Damien didn’t just disarm these traps; he took all their parts with him and installed them in the wagons.

He meticulously recycled everything.

At that moment, Alexandro approached Damien.

His body was covered in an enormous amount of blood.

He had killed many.

“Ha! It seems like all of Neo Seoul’s Awakeneds have gathered here. No matter how many I kill, they keep coming.”

“Why are you whining?”

“Whining? You should try fighting. Then you’ll understand.”

“This is just a small fraction of Neo Seoul’s Awakeneds. If the real forces come out, we’ll be wiped out in no time.”

“Yeah, I guess the Mayor’s a good example. If he really wanted to, we couldn’t even attempt this.”

“Yes. For some reason, he’s been ignoring us. Thanks to that, we have a chance.”

The chaos in the fortress had reached its peak.

Scavengers, Dongdaemun Awakeneds, and other unidentified groups were wreaking havoc.

If they were cooperating, no matter how many traps there were, the White Bear Caravan couldn’t hold out.

Fortunately, the attackers were also wary of each other.

This gave the White Bear Caravan a slim chance to survive.

Alexandro laughed.

Thud!

“Ugh!”

Another White Bear Caravan Awakened was smashed by Brixton’s hammer and sent flying.

Brixton was unstoppable.

Like a massive beast, he rampaged through the White Bear Caravan’s Awakeneds, killing them indiscriminately.

Alexandro spoke.

“We can’t let this bastard loose. He’ll kill all my men.”

“Commander!”

“We need to hold on until the elves are lured out.”

Damien bit his lip instead of responding.

The situation was growing increasingly dire.

They were holding out with traps and items, but even those had limits.

If things continued this way, the White Bear Caravan would be annihilated in no time.

Just then, a group approached from a distance.

They wore robes and cloaks, hiding their faces and bodies.

The sight of them made Damien’s skin crawl.

‘Elves.’

They thought they had concealed their identities, but they couldn’t hide their slender frames.

One or two might go unnoticed, but it was impossible for hundreds to be so slim unless they were elves.

Damien spoke to Alexandro.

“The elves are coming. Hold them off for just three minutes.”

“Okay!”

Alexandro nodded and jumped down to the third floor.

“Ha-ha! Your opponent is me, you fanatic.”

He swung his massive gauntleted fist at Brixton.

“You bald bastard...”

Brixton swung his enormous hammer in response.

Clang!

The gauntlet and hammer collided, creating a massive shockwave.

“Ugh!”

“Damn it!”

The shockwave sent the following fanatics and other Awakeneds flying.

Both Brixton and Alexandro staggered from the impact of their powerful blows. But they quickly regained their balance and charged at each other again.

Boom!

It was like watching giant beasts battle.

Their immense fight intimidated other Awakeneds from intervening.

The fierce battle continued.

Thanks to Alexandro, Damien could catch his breath and watch the rapidly approaching elves.

“Hurry up! You bastards.”

As if responding to his taunt, the elves quickened their pace.

No matter how much they disguised themselves as humans, they couldn’t fool Damien.

He could recognize them at a glance because he hated them more than anyone.

“Intruders from another world. Parasites who’ve made a home in human territory. Come on. I’m waiting for you right here.”

Damien’s eyes were bloodshot.

For this day, he had lived fiercely for the past eight years.

He had never slept comfortably, constantly pushing himself as if each day were his last.

As if hearing his call, the elves rapidly closed the distance.

Damien’s crazed smile deepened.

At that moment, Damien saw a figure riding the sandstorm from afar.

Although he couldn’t make out the face from such a distance, Damien instantly recognized who it was.

“Brother!”

The only human he felt indebted to.

It was Zeon.

Damien apologized to Zeon.

“Sorry, brother! You shouldn’t be here. If you interfere, the plan I’ve drawn up will fall apart.”

The only one in this world who could control sand.

If he intervened, Damien would have to change his plans.

Damien didn’t want Zeon to get involved.

He muttered.

“Activate! Spectrum Prison.”

Suddenly, a massive magic circle appeared around the fortress.

Made of seven lights, the magic circle engulfed everything.

Including Zeon, the elves, and everyone fighting inside the fortress.

[Translator – Peptobismol]