It’s the Apocalypse, but My Summons Do Everything - Chapter 102

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Chapter 102

#Episode 102

“We’ve completed the building for now, but we haven’t decided on a guild name. I thought you should be the one to decide that…”

“The name, yes, the name is important…”

I suddenly felt like I had become a major corporation.

When in reality, the only proper combat personnel were me and my companions.

“Hmm… about the name…”

Whenever it comes to naming something, I always end up worrying about it.

It’s not just any casual name, but one that will last a lifetime, so I need to choose carefully.

“APEX… How about APEX?”

“What does it mean?”

“The peak.”

“Ooooh… That’s actually pretty cool.”

“It definitely wouldn’t be embarrassing to say out loud.”

“I like it, I’m in favor!”

It was the moment our guild, APEX, was founded.

* * *

The first thing I did after suddenly becoming a guild master was absolutely nothing.

There were no critical matters to handle in a newly created guild, and most routine tasks were automatically handled by the AI secretary Hyeon-i created and the management staff Hyeon-cheol personally hired.

At most, I had to respond to greetings from heads of state from various countries, thanks to the fierce promotion efforts from the United States, China, Japan, and Russia.

Other than that, there wasn’t much to do.

If I had to describe it, my main duty would be sitting in the master’s office blankly staring out the window.

As I was gazing out the window aimlessly for a while, the first hotline call arrived on my monitor.

Since it was the guild master’s direct hotline that Hyeon-i said to use only for emergencies, I quickly opened the communication.

Inside was not a chain letter from the United Kingdom… but an emergency rescue request.

“Huh? Suddenly from the United Kingdom?”

Isn’t the United Kingdom one of the top ten powers in the Hunter world?

Why would the country where Excalibur exists suddenly…?

When I urgently examined the message, the situation in the United Kingdom unfolded in real time.

Scotland had been completely overrun, and they were desperately holding off the incoming monsters at Sterling, their last line of defense.

It was like a war scene with black soldiers charging around a monster wearing a black crown.

“Why did a place that was perfectly fine just a month ago suddenly become this living hell?”

It was clearly an abnormal situation, so I immediately got up and summoned my companions.

They all seemed to be in similar situations, as they eagerly rushed to the master’s office.

As soon as they arrived, I showed them a map of the United Kingdom on the screen, and my companions’ expressions changed strangely.

“With this scale, it’s definitely a Monarch. Is there another crazy lunatic?”

“Should we consider them Specters? They’re not zombies, and they’re not corpses either – they’re in too good condition.”

“A Specter legion… Don’t they have any saints there? Like Joan of Arc or someone.”

“Joan of Arc was French, Yeo-ul…”

“Ah.”

Seeing that they said they’d accept any form of compensation for the request, it seems quite urgent.

“Since lives are at stake, let’s go quickly.”

“Okay!”

When I opened the floor-to-ceiling window and jumped out with my companions, Luna, who had been waiting and enlarged herself, caught us.

I could hear people on the ground cheering.

“To the United Kingdom! As fast as possible!”

* * *

“Holy water! Don’t we have more holy water!”

“That was all we had!”

“Healer! Healerrrrr!”

The sounds of death can be heard.

Human screams contain such ear-piercing agony.

All my comrades are dead.

The determination to defend the front lines with our lives has long since faded.

Our fallen comrades become the enemy’s souls and begin attacking us.

The war situation is beyond critical – it’s terminal.

Our morale has been crushed to powder, and holding the Sterling front line is nothing short of miraculous.

“Huff… haaah…”

How much longer must this battle continue?

The silver spear made to fight Specters still shines, yet my red heart gasps for rough breath.

The Union Jack attached to the spear tip fluttered.

As if asking whether I would really give up like this, I stood up again.

“Don’t give up! Reinforcements will come soon!”

Argon Arthur, the United Kingdom’s S-rank Hunter.

The spear tip of the Hunter commonly called Jack began diligently piercing through enemies.

The enemies that could only be dealt with using equipment made of silver and soaked in holy water were troublesome beyond measure.

More than half of the Hunters had already fled, overwhelmed by the enemies’ momentum.

But I cannot do that.

I am Britain’s last pride.

Sweat pours down like rain and a metallic taste vibrates in my mouth.

My trembling legs scream that they can’t take anymore.

My unyielding mind cries out that I can do more, steeling my resolve for a fight to the death.

One more.

Just one more.

Even if I fall and become rags under the enemies’ weapons, I’ll kill one more.

I break all the raining arrows with my spear and charge forward, burning golden mana.

Bursting through enemy lines, thirty spear thrusts all pierced through the enemies’ foreheads.

Fighting one against a hundred, no, even one against ten thousand – victory was uncertain.

Even in this situation, the enemies showed no fear and continued targeting me.

The silver armor received from the Saint accumulated more wounds.

I pulled out an arrow lodged in my shoulder and skewered three enemies with my spear.

They struck my knee, driving me to the ground, but I tore apart all the swarming enemies as if I would never fall.

“Come… I will… I will become the guardian deity of this place.”

My mind was hazy.

My torn, ragged hands had already fused with the spear, causing terrible pain.

But instead of wasting strength on screams, I thrust my spear once more.

This was the maximum protection I could provide.

If I could die for my homeland, I would have no regrets.

The last golden aura I squeezed out roared toward the enemies.

I am here.

Come if you dare.

Your fear exists right here.

But the enemies were souls that had lost their reason.

At my provocation, an overwhelming number of enemies began pouring forth.

As if what came before was merely a drop in the bucket, an overwhelming mass of enemies that dominated Scotland charged at me with fierce, piercing eyes.

“Come on-!”

The moment I gritted my teeth, determined to take at least a hundred with me even in death.

“You’ve done well.”

When I thought everything was over.

From the sky, a black coffin descended.

* * *

“It’s more serious than I thought.”

As if a Necromancer existed, terrible evil spirits were advancing while emitting desperate ghostly energy.

While deploying my companions, I personally came to Sterling, the most critical location.

Sure enough, similar to Japan’s Sword Dance Incident, Hunters were steeling their resolve for a fight to the death.

The black coffin began reaping the souls of the specters.

Those creatures and my power exist in a complete hierarchical relationship.

A relationship where battle wasn’t even possible to begin with.

Therefore, I roughly reaped all souls.

“I am your Monarch.”

Befitting the title Lord of Souls, the specters trembled just from facing me, then were absorbed.

The souls gathered through soul collection were absorbed without even attempting resistance.

“Do not resist, it’s all meaningless anyway.”

Behind me, the Black Reaper appeared and began swinging its scythe.

As I advanced, the front lines began slowly being pushed back.

An unbelievable miracle was occurring – pushing back the front lines single-handedly.

I could feel Arthur, who had been prepared for death, looking at me with disbelieving eyes.

Actually, I didn’t need to put on such an overwhelming display.

Since I had arrived, this battlefield was as good as won anyway.

‘Strange… what is that?’

But the problem wasn’t this trivial battlefield.

That strange aura felt from the very back, at the end.

The rank of that soul was quite high to dismiss as a simple evil spirit.

But to call it a Monarch, I couldn’t feel the solemn aura characteristic of Monarchs.

What kind of being could raise such an army while not being a Monarch?

Steadily pushing back the front lines, the specters crumbled away.

The number of Grim Reapers harvesting souls increased one by one.

As if to clear the Monarch’s path in step with my advance, they swung their scythes frantically until no specters remained in sight.

But that alone wasn’t enough.

I drew Desperado and directly wielded death energy myself.

After plunging the scythe into the ground, I pulled it out and slashed horizontally.

Waves made of death energy began surging violently, sweeping away all specters that existed in a straight line.

An overwhelming hierarchical relationship that could never be overturned even if the sky split in two.

That existed between those creatures and me now.

Angered by the strange sight of the front lines being pushed back single-handedly, the enemy commander seemed furious, as now armored Knights rather than common soldiers began swarming toward me.

Knights clad in armor made of souls began to advance in formation.

The power of the knights approaching while deflecting the Grim Reapers’ scythes felt extraordinary for a moment.

“Kn… Knights…”

Several Hunters trembled as if they had experienced this fear before.

But knights or whatever, they meant nothing to me.

Those too were specters.

How dare mere knights raise their swords against a Monarch.

Claaang-!

A knight’s sword touched my body.

A sword so slow it couldn’t even be compared to Senior’s blade.

The sword I deliberately let hit me was blocked without even penetrating my death force.

None of the ten knights surrounding me could inflict even the smallest wound.

Rather, the swords that touched my death force were absorbed into me along with the knights’ bodies.

Then arrows began pouring down from the distance.

Naturally, since the knights’ swords were blocked, mere arrows couldn’t possibly pierce me, and soon all enemies on the front line began trembling in fear.

Death begins to fill Desperado.

The cloak flutters as a broken crown quietly appears above my head.

Desperado begins to play a symphony of death.

The demons bowed their heads and trembled at the fear of annihilation that transcended death.

“All the dead shall return to dust.”

Desperado sings of death.

Black chains poured down from the sky to the ground, devouring the demons.

A black explosion erupted, killing all the demons that had filled the front line.

As if the Black Fortress wasn’t called black for nothing, the number of demons sleeping in the black coffin increased exponentially.

I pushed the front line beyond Sterling all the way to Comrie, Scotland.

Scattered destroyed settlements and buildings came into view.

Scotland’s beautiful natural landscapes were destroyed beyond recognition.

I could glimpse the sadness and pain of the Hunters who followed me.

What I could do was ease their sorrow, even if just a little.

I swung the death force I had gathered in my scythe.

A massive guillotine appeared above the fleeing specters and fell straight toward the ground.

Kwaaaang-!

All the specters hit directly were annihilated, leaving black scars in the split earth.

Hands emerging from the black space absorbed all the demons.

Just as I thought everything had been neutralized before overwhelming power and the tide of battle had turned.

Kaaaang-!

Suddenly, a sword fast and sharp enough to remind me of Senior clashed with Desperado.

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