The Foreigner on the Periphery - Chapter 171

Earthlings had already experienced terrorism at the dimensional jump terminal twice this year. A very rare event in history had been repeated in a very short period of time. 

In fact, it was not a very attractive target for terrorists. This was because it was high risk, low return, and it was quite difficult to inflict damage to the point of paralyzing function. As if to prove that, even in the previous two attempts, the most important judo tower could not be touched. 

Many people confused it with a control tower, but unlike the former, a taxi tower was an unmanned facility and functioned similarly to an airport’s instrument landing system (ILS). It was a super-giant magic tool the height of a 10-story building that operated in a far corner from passenger facilities and other air navigation facilities. 

The artifact, which was a landmark that symbolized the terminal and played a key role in pulling in and sending out the jump ship, was protected by the strongest barrier directly installed by the committee. To some extent, even when Leo rained down a mountain of lightning in Hong Kong, the judo tower was not damaged at all. Considering this far, it was difficult to take care of the truth in the first place, terminal terrorism. However, the third of this year had long since exploded.

Even before the start, success seemed far off. New York’s impregnable barriers were also barriers, and they even gathered prisoners from all over the globe. However, neither the committee nor themselves could have expected that the inmates would be pushed helplessly like this. 

Bang! Bang! There came the ensuing explosion. The earth groaned and vibrated. 

“Damn it! Where are you?!” The armed troll spat a curse. He was the one who guided William on his first day in office. His face, which had been full of cynicism then, was now stained with bewilderment, frustration, and fear. He had gone through all kinds of trouble after becoming a prisoner, but this was the first time. 

This was a type of magical bombardment whose origin cannot be measured. It felt like being harassed by a ghost’s prank. 

Quarrrrr! Attacks always came from the wrong place at unpredictable timing. When the mana was entangled and concentrated, something was released as if a door in the air was suddenly opened. 

What just happened was a firestorm. The explosion that completely engulfed the guard post melted the ground into a grotesque shape. The inmates who barely escaped just before the explosion were on their way out without looking back. Orange flames flicked their tongues right up to the brink of flying or jumping hurriedly.

Roar, explosion. The same thing happened several times, and each time even the distant troll felt the scorching heat. Impact transmitted through the ground. Finely shattered pieces of concrete hit everywhere like bullets. 

Some of them grazed his cheek, but the troll didn’t budge. The red lines on the cheeks quickly disappeared as the skin regenerated. Now he was so furious that he couldn’t even pay attention to it. 

He shouted harshly into the communicator. “Hey, Command! You won’t have to find a way out there. What are you going to do if you end up like this?!” 

Damian in the command room couldn’t have been tricked. He merely told the communicator to hold on somehow. Then, the opponent poured out various curse words, and that only lasted a few seconds. 

Kwak! Communication was cut off with a loud explosion. The troll no longer responded. Damian felt the blood run cold in his head. He glared at the status board, as if the answer would come out from there. 

‘Strange. It doesn’t make sense. From one to ten… Everything is strange.’ 

It was unexpected that Asif-666 possessed this much firepower. Even more surprising was the way he poured the air strikes. 

Wow! The shadow crossed the land like a tidal wave. “Damn, come again. Run away!”

“I’m going crazy!” The darkness overflowed violently, and he did not know how to spit out what he had once swallowed. Those who witnessed it tried not to approach the black border at all, and if they wanted to come closer, they were busy opening the distance again. 

Then what about those who were swallowed? Prisoners with special abilities reported about this occasionally. He could still feel the guys breathing inside. There was no way to determine if they were just a handful of survivors or a conspicuous part of the majority. The inmates who fled from the magic bombardment and shadows had to face another ambush. 

“Koo, cool! Kleub… Uweek!” 

“Curse that bastard!”

One Orc prisoner’s chest swelled, and he soon began to vomit. What he vomited were small creatures that looked like leeches and were glistening with mucus. He continued to vomit without end. 

He didn’t remember eating a gourd of flatworms for lunch today, so the route of entry into his body was obvious. This was magic. Inmates crawling with twisted limbs, crying with reddish-brown secretions dripping from every pore of the body, losing all of their teeth, hair, and nails and suffering from acute myasthenia gravis, and smirking and chewing their fingers. Their commonalities were clear.

“Get away from the smoke! It seems to trigger a curse the moment you touch it!” 

At one point, the surrounding smoke was embracing a strange light. It was a brilliant color reminiscent of the border color of a poisonous animal. Effortlessly avoiding it, the inmates threw themselves. 

From there, he recovered his cursed comrades and retreated. Seeing that, Damian gritted his teeth. At this point, he had to admit it. Asif-666 was a monster that could not be countered by this amount of troops, and the collapse of the defense line was scheduled. 

The committee had made a mistake. However, there was one question that was still unanswered. ‘Why aren’t they killing me?’ 

A prisoner came into his eyes as he stared at the screen. An elf danced with the bone of his own finger he just bit off like a toothpick between his lips. Autophagic delirium. If he succeeded in cursing like that, it would be easy to take his own life. but it was not visible. 

‘It’s a judgment call because I became a prisoner anyway. You won’t be in a position to worry about property damage anymore.’ 

Moreover, Asif-666’s actions were more like a siege than a war of annihilation. It was absurd. One prisoner surrounded and drove hundreds of prisoners. Avoiding bombardments, shadows, and bizarre smoke, they spontaneously gathered together.

In the first place, their strategy was to concentrate troops there and defend it absolutely. This was because he thought that Asif-666 would eventually target it. He said that he would use Happy Bug and other methods to neutralize the operation personnel and then escape to the outer world. 

However, Asif-666 did not seem to be interested in either the escape vehicle or the removal of the obstruction away from the control tower. Damian saw the collapsed maintenance window and the boat under it. Asif-666 didn’t even touch the bait to lure him out. 

In addition to this, he observed that even the inmates who were guarding the other place were being hunted and flocked to the control tower. ‘From his point of view, he should be concentrating on reducing the number of inmates by luring them out or defeating them individually… but he’s driving them that way!’ 

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It didn’t make any more sense to prepare for a big attack. You couldn’t damage the essential manpower and equipment there that was necessary for navigation. Damian felt extremely confused.

 ‘What’s your plan?!’ From there, he looked away and saw the inbound slot, where the space was distorted and sparks flew. The forces of the Council, which must have been completely unaware of this uproar, were gradually moving towards this dimension even at this moment. 

*** 

Jenkinson looked around with a look of renewed emotion. He was gathering dozens of elder dragons together to create a spell. It was the first time he had seen a scene like this since the old war. 

This was the result of the Provisional Balaur Conference held in Hong Kong not long ago. Instead of all the dragons gathering there, only the old dragons were summoned. It was such a sensitive matter, and it was to keep the secret as much as possible. Opinions were divided to the end, but they succeeded in drawing an agreement with a narrow margin. 

“That shadow… it really doesn’t get tired and runs amok. Hey, I’m going to jump to the wrong place again. Seltemarian! Block it right there! A shadow is trying to touch my poisonous mist!” 

“Wait for a moment. I will turn to get you out of there.” 

The prisoners at the terminal were now mistaken. Asif-666 was hiding near the airport and controlling the shadow monster. However now, the old dragons were doing it instead of Minjun. 

Exactly, the expression of beating was also not appropriate. Instead of directing them to ‘go where’, blocking the path ‘don’t go anywhere’ was all they could have on the monster. It was true that Asif-666 summoned the monster, but after releasing it into the terminal, the old dragon put a transparent false wall around it and activated gravity. 

In addition to this, all it did was guide the monster in the intended direction. It was like driving a bull in excitement. In addition, the poison dance, magic attack, and barrier-breaking attack designed to be mistaken for a curse were all the work of ancient dragons. 

Asif-666 was not currently in the New York terminal. He just directed it to look like that. Jenkinson looked away. “It’s getting done.” 

Where his gaze landed, other ancient dragons were gathering and struggling. From the beginning until now, they have been memorizing only one mantra. A single spell without interfering with the bombing raids throughout the terminal. 

Wow! In addition to this, it was finally completed. 

*** 

In the turbulent darkness, Minjun recalled the past. A tentacle creature that slaughtered test subjects that looked just like humans. He wondered how to stop them, since he had already decided to intervene. 

– Shall we give the test subjects the strength to defeat the tentacles?

At the same time as being unlikely, it was extremely difficult. 

-Or, do I kick those tentacles out myself? But after kicking it out?

It was far too troublesome to keep an eye on those who had the ability to swim in the sea of stars forever. he concluded. He had to give the tentacles a reason not to kill the subjects. 

However, how? It would be easier if they attacked for food, but the tentacles were only for that experiment. 

The body reacted because it was disgusting. Like beating an insect, he was killing it just because it aroused physiological disgust. Was there any way to force one group to reap the hatred it harbored for another? He shook his head. 

It was impossible. In the process of formulating feed suitable for that tentacle, the planet would inevitably turn into a star of death. In addition, since it was not a hatred born from practical judgment in the first place, it could not be removed with logical methods and persuasion. They had no sympathy or empathy for coexistence. 

He could see only a slight reluctance toward the exact opposite. 

-You can’t stop the hate. Instead, there are things that can be done. 

-The two groups must be separated and isolated. so that they cannot see each other. 

This was so that the hated and the hated could never face each other forever. He didn’t wonder why those tentacled monsters had to swim through space to reach that planet. It had to be an invasive species to leave.

If so, how do you get the tentacles to leave voluntarily? It would be too much of a waste for him to go all the way to that planet and direct traffic… 

– No, do we really have to descend? It was enough if it looked like it had descended. 

-Right. that would be nice 

From there, he decided to convince the tentacles. And, standing in front of them, one should look like they needed to listen and be persuaded by that tribe. 

*** 

“It seems that the situation is not going well, CEO.” 

“I am watching too.” 

To Tess’s words, his subordinate, Dell, answered while looking at the screen. They were, as usual, at the regional representative of the Pan-dimensional Intelligence Relocation Committee. The criterion for determining the location of the representative office by the head of the committee over 70 years ago was simple. 

In 1945, the extraterrestrials made contact with Earthlings through the organization on the official founding day of the United Nations. They waited for the appearance of an organization that represented the will of the majority of mankind and contacted them. 

And at the time, the United Nations headquarters was in New York. It was only natural that the commission’s representative office was also set up in that city. In other words, the princess of Endelion was now in New York.

More precisely, the entrance leading to her was open in the city. “Asif-666 seems to have appeared, but I haven’t been able to catch it.” 

The deep eyes of the tentacles stared at the screen. Explosions ensued, and prisoners were seen flying everywhere like ants carried away by the wind. 

She muttered to herself. ‘Are you really thinking of running away that way? It’s not impossible if you know the emergency jump code… Wouldn’t it be nice to make a big fuss like that and draw attention?’ 

She questioned that. Kwak Kwa Kwak!

Dotes doubted his ears for a moment. It was because a very clear roaring sound was heard, distinct from the sound of the explosion that passed through the screen. Did the boss suddenly turn up the volume? 

Unlike his minions, the tentacle creature did not suspect the source of the sound. The performance of the body was too great to mistake the sound on the screen and the roaring sound nearby. 

As if proving her senses were correct, artificial voices echoed throughout the building.

 -Warning! Warning! Intruder Out! Intruder feet…!

“What, what?!” Dotes screamed in a panic. His vibrated violently. Who the hell was invading here?

 The district representative office had been empty for a while, so it was never attacked by extremist groups. Ironically, there was no such thing even more after a new representative took office after a long hiatus. It was considered a reasonable choice to send even the inmates who were guarding this place today to the terminal as requested. 

Of course, the species residing in this sub-space created by distorting space on a large scale… 

This was because it was Endelion. Who dared to enter the ‘den’ where a tentacle monster with a radius of 6 km was holding out?! 

Bang! Roaring! The moment a much sharper roar rang closer, the door slammed open. 

Immediately after that, what Dotes saw was darkness covering all sides. Something wriggling like a creature. And from there, his thoughts stopped.