Surviving in the 121st Century - Chapter 59



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Was it because he lost focus while looking at where Jincheol was? The black iron plate that was attached to the tip of the owl mask’s spear slid off the blade and fell forward. The weight of the corpse and the iron plate that was already creaking made a loud noise.

Jincheol and the owl mask’s gaze simultaneously turned to the fallen corpse, then to another place. There, upon hearing the sound of a corpse falling, an armored soldier turned around.

[···]

The man who discovered the owl mask and his fallen comrade immediately aimed his gun and shot him without warning.

With a heavy gunshot sound, bullets shot out like rays of light and swept through the wooden building where the owl mask had been placed. Under the hail of dozens and hundreds of bullets, the wooden building was torn apart as if it had been ground by a chainsaw.

The owl mask was not caught up in it. The mask jumped high, stepping on the roof, the moment the gun was pointed at him. He spun around like a gymnast jumping on the vault, and floated through the air, landing lightly and without a sound.

Then he ran towards the armored men with movements like a snake crawling through the grass.

[···!]

The armored soldier’s gun quickly followed the movement. However, it was already unable to keep up with the mask’s leap and was scattering bullets into the air. It was impossible to aim accurately at the mask, which was gliding irregularly through the grass as if it was skating. To be exact, he hit three or four shots, but they all bounced off the mask.

The next moment, the blade of the mask that had rushed forward in an instant split the muzzle of the gun that had been spitting fire. Yellow sparks flew as the iron met iron and split.

The armored man immediately dropped the broken gun and moved his left arm. There was a “KING” sound, a short blade rose up, and at the same time, a “Push-it” sound of steam was heard, and the armored man’s movements became several times faster in an instant. The flashing blade aimed for the masked man’s face.

Owl Mask spun the spear he was holding around and pushed the blade and forearm down, while simultaneously spinning his own body around and dodging wide to the left of the armored man. Before the armored man could respond, he struck the armored man in the head with the spear.

With a loud thud, the armored soldier’s body fell forward. Immediately afterwards, the owl mask continued to stab the fallen opponent. The spear he was holding was not an ordinary object, as holes were made in the armored soldier’s iron plate.

“oh···”

Jincheol was once again amazed at the brief appearance. The clean movements without any unnecessary details, but at the same time, the beast-like violence that exploded at the crucial moment.

The owl mask looked like a savage. Not a muscular savage with a battle cry, but a savage who ran through the forests and meadows, competing with wild predators for food. The masked man’s violent movements had that much vitality.

But then, while he was finishing off his fallen opponent, two more one-eyed armored men appeared, running close by after hearing the gunshot. The armored men, having discovered the owl mask, immediately started to radio.

[Operational objective appears! ‘White Baekjeong’ appears! All personnel on alert!]

The moment the gun of the armored soldier who shouted like that was aimed directly at the owl mask, his head shook to the side with a loud bang. One side of the armored helmet he was wearing over his head was dented. He had been shot.

The owl mask that was dealing with the fallen armored soldier turned around quickly at the sound of the gunshot. The mask’s eyes showed the staggering armored soldier and Jincheol, who was kneeling on one knee and in a shooting stance in the place he had been looking at just a moment ago.

[What the heck, who is that guy? Is he one of Baekjeong’s gang!]

[No problem! Shoot them all!]

“this.”

Jincheol, who had been pulling the bolt with his cheek against the buttstock, raised his head. The muzzle of one of the two armored soldiers was pointed in his direction. Jincheol immediately put down the gun and pulled his right arm to cover his body.

Immediately afterwards, the machine guns of the two armored personnel carriers blasted fire in different directions. Owl Mask immediately flew behind the wooden house next to him. The wooden house of the camp was torn apart by bullets, sending up all sorts of debris.

Jincheol on the other side saw the bullets stop with a thud on his translucent shield and immediately ran straight towards the front. Just like before, the bullets collided with each other on his shield, sending sparks flying in a chaotic manner.

Of course, for the armored soldiers firing machine guns, the light was not so noticeable because of the bullets flying hundreds of times. The problem was that the light was quickly closing in and rushing towards us.

[What-]

Before the armored soldier could react to the sight of Jincheol, who had come closer in the blink of an eye, Jincheol spun his body to the left, right in front of the guy’s nose. At the same time, the translucent shield disappeared and a white blade rose from the back of his right hand. The white blade was stuck in the armored soldier’s helmet, which was already crumpled. His brain was cleanly pierced and the guy lost consciousness.

The guy who had aimed his gun at the owl mask realized that his comrade was dead. He immediately turned his gun towards this guy and pulled the trigger again. Jincheol lowered his posture and placed the corpse of the armored soldier impaled on the fish sword in front of him.

Bullets ricocheted off the black armor, sending countless sparks flying. The limbs, deprived of strength, fluttered under the blows. The armor was torn to pieces, and oil and steam rose like blood.

[This kid!]

The armored soldier who had turned his comrade’s body into a rag reflexively stopped shooting. However, he saw Jincheol sneaking a look behind the corpse and tightened the aperture of his single eye and thrust the gun in again.

But before he could pull the trigger again, the blade pierced the back of his head and shot forward. The owl mask that had dodged was already behind him. The masked man swung his spear and the armored soldier’s body fell to the side with a clatter.

Jincheol also pushed aside the iron armor he was using as a shield. He and the owl mask looked at each other.

“···”

“···”

It wasn’t hard to guess the identity of the owl mask. The face wasn’t visible, but the long braided hair swaying behind the mask, and the flesh that could be seen between the collar and armor was as white as snow.

What should I say first? First of all, I’m not an assassin. Your mother sent me. She said she wanted to see you. Wait, how old is she? She’s quite tall, isn’t she? Well, she said she left Sioux three or four years ago, and became an adult at that time, and Esai’s adulthood was sixteen or something…

At that moment, Jincheol and Owl Mask’s gaze turned to the camp. The sound of metal clanking and clanking echoed throughout the camp. The sound of all the armored soldiers scattered throughout the camp rushing in. One-eyed armored monsters with machine guns were running toward them, aiming their guns at them.

Again, Jincheol and the owl mask’s gazes turned to each other. Jincheol’s face was reflected in the owl mask’s pupils. To him, it was a face that looked like that of a tired wanderer, a deserter. On the other hand, only she knew what kind of expression was on the inside of that mask right now.

The next moment, he and she flew in opposite directions.

Six armored men stood in a line, and a barrage of bullets rained down on the spot where they were. It wasn’t a series of bullets like other firearms, but a kind of net, a tight net of fire.

In an instant, everything surrounding the tree, building, and even the corpse was torn to pieces without exception. Broken pieces of wood, dirt, and flesh flew into the air before being hit by another bullet and shattered into several more pieces.

Because the Jincheol and Owl Masks were split in two, the shooters split into groups of three and tried to follow their movements. Indiscriminate destruction continued toward the camp.

At that moment, two or three heavy chunks of iron fell to their feet with a clatter. The one-eyed soldiers lined up in formation caught sight of the smaller chunks of iron and narrowed their apertures with a crack.

Immediately afterwards, a louder explosion than a gunshot erupted, along with a large chunk of metal. They were grenades that Jincheol had thrown high in the air at the very moment he ran out.

As soon as the explosion and dust erupted, Jincheol’s feet hit the ground hard. His body, which had turned almost at a right angle, ran toward the armored soldiers. His hand was groping the back of his right hand.

The blade that came out of the back of his hand was good for surprise attacks, and it had the advantage of leaving his hand free instead of having to hold something. Above all, Jincheol found it amusing that the blade that could come out and go in whenever he wanted was attached to the back of his hand.

But the enemies in front of him were all wearing black armor. Steam soldiers who moved at a similar speed, but only momentarily, while spitting out some kind of steam. Even if you fired a gun at them, you couldn’t penetrate their armor. The machine gun that had been firing at close range a moment ago had not completely penetrated the corpse, so it didn’t cause much damage to Jincheol.

In order to inflict clear damage on those guys, a great deal of force had to be applied. However, the blade attached to the wrist was not suitable for applying that much force, and it was not suitable for use in a melee with dozens of people.

This sword might break today.

Jincheol thought like that and grabbed the handle of the sword with both hands, from which the blade was protruding. Then he lifted it up and struck down hard.

A white blade fell on the head of the armored soldier who had not regained consciousness due to the explosion of the grenade. With a crack like lightning, the armored soldier was cut diagonally from the top of his head to the right waist.

[Eek!]

One of the armored soldiers who saw the scene up close let out a terrified sound. The small parts of the corpse fell first, and the larger part spurted oil and blood before collapsing with a crash.

Jincheol didn’t let the liquid contaminate his body. He immediately threw another grenade at the armored soldiers who were rushing towards him from a distance, and stabbed the neck of a nearby armored soldier with his still-vibrating sword.

The relatively thin armor was pierced by a small spark, piercing the neck of Rabito inside.

Silver blood swirled inside the body of that Rabito who couldn’t even scream. It was the silver blood that all those who transferred to the Urata Armored Special Forces were injected with, and it was the silver blood that was injected to create a mutual signal between the body and the armor.

The silver blood gave a strong stimulation to the nervous system of Rabito, who was losing consciousness, and at the same time sent a signal to the iron armor to operate. At the moment of death, Rabito raised his left arm without any free will, pulled out the blade with a “King” and swung it at the nearby Jincheol.

The surprising movement that Jincheol had been wary of came from there. The owner of the body was dying, but the silver blood and iron armor were following the orders they had from before being injected into Rabito, and were trying to inflict maximum damage on the dangerous opponent.

However, Jincheol, who was already on guard, simply turned his head to avoid the stab and applied strength to his hand. After a slight resistance, half of the ironclad soldier’s neck was cut off. At the same time, his consciousness faded and the silver blood stopped flowing.

The freed sword once again struck another black armor with fierce force. Metal clashed with metal, creating sparks and an ear-splitting noise. The armored soldier’s chest split open, spilling out the blood and oil from his armor.

The grenade he had thrown exploded just as he was about to fall. Jincheol turned around with the loud noise and stopped for a moment.

The dark sky, the haphazardly built camp, and the armored soldiers with shining eyes rushing in between. For a split second, all of this overlapped with a moment ten thousand years ago in Jincheol’s eyes.

A city covered in night, fires lighting up the streets gloomily, people moving like monsters made of shadows within it, fireworks shooting out of their hands, gunshots that are ear-splitting.

Jincheol instinctively lowered his posture and hid behind the shadow monster nearby. He dodged the bullet, but all he had in his hand was not a rifle, but a single sword. Jincheol swung the sword at the shadow monster with all his might.

The shadows split and collapsed. The view opened up. It was not good for the other side to have a clear view since they were armed with guns. Jincheol moved again. In a low posture, to hide behind the shadows. It was like an animal looking for a dark corner.

The shadows weren’t just helpless either. They were shooting at Jincheol to kill him, or they were swinging their greatswords around like Jincheol.

He couldn’t avoid all of those attacks. Jincheol was stabbed, cut, and injured here and there. But he didn’t die. He was always the only one who survived when he faced the shadow.

My breathing quickened, my heart pounded furiously, my mouth was dry and I felt thirsty, as if my blood was drying up, but I couldn’t stop. To stop moving meant accepting death.

At that moment, a round iron ball rolled in front of him. Jincheol reflexively jumped. If you find a grenade nearby, the best way to survive is to jump as far away from the epicenter as possible and lie down.

The iron ball wasn’t a grenade. It was a flash grenade. It exploded with a flash of light and noise that couldn’t be stopped by simply closing your eyes.

Jincheol avoided the light by jumping backwards and lying down, but his ears felt like they were going to burst from the explosion. His vision was shaking and his stomach was churning. However, he couldn’t lie down any longer. If that was a flash grenade, the enemy would come in later. Staying still meant sitting down and dying. He couldn’t do that.

Jincheol, half out of his mind, got up and ran to the nearest shadow and stabbed it with his greatsword. His grip was extremely stiff, as if he was wearing bulletproof vest. However, as he thrust it in and lowered it, the slit split open and blood spurted out.

Jincheol, who had just turned around to face the next enemy, froze. This was because his shaky vision was regaining its proper place and an absurd sight filled his front.

The one-eyed armored soldiers, the flimsy wooden buildings of the camp, the transparent night sky beyond them, and the sea of ​​stars that densely filled the sky. The black hell that I had seen just a moment ago was gone.

Where am I? What was I doing here?

In Jincheol’s eyes, he saw an owl mask diving down between the armored soldiers like a hawk. Just like Jincheol, it was like he was diving into the center of the armored soldiers to prevent them from firing their machine guns and to create chaos.

She then hurled several round iron balls in all directions. Those were the grenades, or rather flash grenades, I saw earlier. Oh, you threw those?

Jincheol quickly turned his back and covered his ears. Light and a loud noise erupted. Then, when he turned around, he saw the armored soldiers staggering between the beeping tinnitus and the shaking vision. Their single eyes were narrowing and widening the aperture, unable to focus.

The owl mask swung its spear wildly between them. It seemed that it had a way to avoid being affected by the flashbang in the first place. The mysterious blade sliced ​​through the black armor.

But not all the armored men were incapacitated by the flashbangs. And not all the armored men were unable to pull the trigger because of their comrades. In both cases, the armored men raised their machine guns and aimed them at the owl mask.

At that moment, a white blade flew in and pierced the face of the armored soldier. The gun barrel aimed at the owl mask sagged and a gunshot rang out as the trigger was pressed.

The masked man turned around with a start and saw a machine gun digging the ground with bullets and a sword stuck in the armored man’s face. Her gaze quickly turned to Jincheol again.

Jincheol, who had thrown the sword, glanced at the gaze for a moment, then clenched his left fist and ran towards the armored soldier nearby.

The tattoo on his left arm glowed and emitted light and heat. The heat extended outward from his clenched fist, forming a blade of light. In the dark camp, a line of white light brushed the neck of the armored soldier.

The iron soldier’s head floated into the air.