There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 783



Only Noblemtl

EP.783 I hope the Russians love their children too. (11)

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“What are you doing? Without attacking.”

As if Dawn’s provocation had worked, the Jugashvili quickly regained their killing intent.

“Uraaaaaaa – !!!”

Six Jugashvili charged at the same time. It was a wheeled formation that maximized its numerical superiority in a narrow space.

After seeing that, Yeomyeong took a short breath and grabbed the sword with both hands.

There was no mercy here that would only cut off an arm. The red-tinted eyes of the Jugashvili overlapped with the red-tinted eyes of the dawn.

The knees took a step forward, and the sword of destruction drew a horizontal line.

!!!

The Jugashevils stopped walking at the same time, where the thin black energy had passed. Was it because Dawn had taken away their life? They were filled with madness, and they looked back and forth between Dawn and their own bodies with blank expressions.

After a moment, a long line appeared on the bodies of the Jugashvili. And-

-Phew!

Blood spurted out and the upper and lower bodies of the Jugashbilis were separated. Blood sprayed and internal organs flowed out.

“Ugh…!”

“Nothing is wrong… .”

“Kuaaaah!!”

“Yes, yes, no, no, no, no, no, no.” .”

From the mouths of the people lying on the floor, not a roar but a painful voice came out.

Dawn! He wiped the blood off the sword of destruction. The blade of the sword was making a pleasant sound, as if it was singing a military song.

Thinking it was fortunate that the sound was muted, Dawn approached the torn Jugashvili.

But should we call them Jugashvili? Those guys were regenerating their bodies with the faint life force flowing in between the walls that Dawn had broken a little while ago.

If this continues for a few minutes, I will wake up looking fine again. Recalling the brutality of Jugashvili once again, Yeomyeong lifted her foot.

The secret of the magic of the mind, the true mind. If I crush the head and burn the body cleanly, even the Jugasibili will not be able to come back to life.

The moment Dawn, who had made that decision, was about to step down.

bang!!!

Someone came crashing through the walls of a perfectly good fertilizer warehouse. He rolled on the floor in a body-slam position, quickly regaining his composure and shouting.

“A thousand people! I’ll help you… Hmm?”

“…?”

Dawn turned her head while keeping her feet up and looked at the intruder.

“…Poison.”

One of the old rulers like Pasun, and the last Dzhugashvili to escape the dwarf’s revenge.

The giant with red eyes looked back and forth between the dawn and the fallen Jugashvili, then asked in a bewildered voice.

“Six people…already?”

If it were Yeomyeong’s usual attitude, she would have been considerate enough to not embarrass him, but now, time was of the essence. Yeomyeong asked coldly.

“It’s time for me to say something. Dok-hwa. What are you here for? Are you going to hit the back of your client’s head again?”

Here, the client meant the CIA. Dokhwa seemed to understand what Yeomyeong was saying, but did not respond right away.

He looked at the shivering jugashvillies on the floor for a very short time, then coughed and said,

“The reason I came to you was personal.”

You forgot to mention that you came to help. Dawn said, breathing sword energy into the Holy Sword of Extermination.

“If you want to fight, do it quickly. There’s no time to waste.”

“Wait, wait… Put down your sword. Let’s talk first. Let’s also hold off on killing… This guy’s temper is becoming more and more like Pasoon’s.”

“What the fuck?”

“… I’m joking. I really don’t intend to fight you, so put that ominous sword away.”

“… .”

Yeomyeong was still holding her sword, as if she was quite annoyed by the remark that she resembled Pasun. Dokhwa spoke as he brushed off the concrete fragments from his body.

“I have a proposal. It’s a bit long, but for now-”

“I don’t have time, so keep it short and just summarize.”

“… .”

Dokhwa gestured towards the fallen Jugashvili.

“I want the safety and lives of the Dzhugashvili brothers.”

Brother, what? Dawn looked at the fallen Jugashvili. They were crawling on the ground, with only their upper bodies remaining, but they were waving their hands as if they were going to attack somehow.

Dawn answered as she cut off the arm of the Koryoin Jugashvili, who had finished regenerating faster than the others.

“… I refuse.”

“It won’t be too late to answer after hearing these conditions.”

“I don’t know what the conditions are, but I don’t think it’s worth keeping these dangerous guys alive-”

At that moment, Kwaaaaang!!! A huge explosion was heard from across the city. It was coming from the dimensional portal customs office where the US military was stationed.

Have they started fighting with the US military? Dawn frowned, and Dokhwa looked at the flames beyond the mist.

“First of all, I will also help in the fight against Dzhugashvili. If there is one more sane Dzhugashvili, it will help reduce the damage.”

“… The first one? Then there’s a second one too?”

“I was planning on telling you how to deal with the Jagashbilis… but it seems unnecessary. So, I’ll just give you that valuable information.”

“… .”

“Aren’t you curious about the purpose of the CIA’s presence in this city?”

“… The CIA’s purpose? It’s probably the elixir anyway. That’s not important in the first place. Since things have come to this, they’ll foolishly join in on this fight.”

Dokhwa shook his head.

“No, the CIA’s goal is not the elixir. And also… the CIA would rather interfere with this fight than help it.”

“…what?”

The words he spoke next were words that Yeomyeong had not expected.

“The CIA’s goal is to turn Apollo City into a second Burma.”

***

Phew!

The fake red star swung his sash and cut off an arm. None other than his own left arm.

Thud – The moment the severed arm hit the ground, the mana of hypocrisy and arrogance that had been suppressing regeneration disappeared.

“A vicious infiltration attack that interferes with regeneration… This is a martial art that only an animal can master.”

As the Red Star regenerated its severed arm and groaned, Corvus raised his hand blade horizontally and spoke.

“Isn’t this the perfect martial art for executing communists?”

“… .”

“Next time I’ll stab you in the spine. I’ll see if I can cut it there too.”

“Ha! You’re so confident.”

The fake red star added, swallowing the blood that had gathered in his mouth.

“On the topic of the beast that lost to America.”

“Are you only going to be a revolutionary in a ruined country?”

“… .”

Was that a good guess? The moment the fake red star’s expression hardened, a sharp pillar of ice rose from the frozen asphalt.

The first attack after the provocation. Red Star said while dodging the ice.

“You’re so busy, you beast. Are you worried about the kids at the hotel?”

Instead of answering, Corvus quickly closed the distance and swung his blade. Amidst the sound of the blade cutting through the air between his fingers, the fake red star Shashka flashed.

Zzaung-!!!

A sound so loud that it was hard to believe it was the clash of sword and flesh erupted. Amidst the rippling mist, the fake red star let out a sound that was either a laugh or a groan and was pushed backwards.

Corvus followed immediately and swung his foot. Mujinyeongak. The fake red star swung his sword without even having time to catch his breath. The murderous intent and mana contained in Shashka blocked the kick, but the superiority in strength was clear.

He thought, being pushed back once more.

With this much magic, a power that surpasses a body strengthened by Jugashvili. You damn beast of a bitch.

He wouldn’t lose to the beast, but if he were to leave it alone, there was a chance that the plan would be ruined. The fake red star shouted as she narrowly avoided Corvus’s hand that was aiming for the real spine.

“Shoot off the blue and green flares!!”

Soon, the communists waiting beyond the azalea field took out two signal flares and fired them into the sky.

Piyuwoong- Boom!!

A signal flare, so bright that it could be seen anywhere in the city, filled the air like a firecracker. It was a signal for support to anyone who saw it, and Corvus picked up his pace a little more. A hand wrapped in hypocrisy and arrogance, and a spell was chanted.

“I open the snow-covered private gate and leave footprints in the snow-covered yard.”

The spells resonated along with the surrounding mana, and complex spells that could not be felt unless they were magicians woven together like threads, creating a huge veil.

Soon, the fake red star realized what kind of spell Corvus was preparing and frowned.

“Frost Singularity!”

It was the same magic that had frozen the Demon King in Chicago. The fake red star swung its sword with a great swing. It was a sword that contained the will to distance itself from hypocrisy and arrogance.

But Corvus did not give up her distance. She pressed the fake red star, cutting through the mist.

Crack! As soon as Corvus’s hand scraped the fake red star’s cheekbone, the spell was complete.

The next moment, the frozen mana exploded.

Not towards the fake red star in front, but towards the back of the head.

Passus-!! The streetlights and the road behind her, and the large trailer truck hurtling over them, were all frozen.

Squeak – !!

The truck, which had come to a halt as if it had suddenly applied the brakes, could not overcome its inertia and crashed to the ground.

“You’re quick-witted. Is this what you call beastly instinct?”

As the fake red star taunted as it retreated, a huge truck scraped the road in front of the hotel. The asphalt shook and dust flew. It was a terrible sight, but the real horror was just beginning.

“Uraaaaaaaaaaaaa – !!”

With an angry shout, a soldier with bloodshot eyes burst out of the trailer.

Wide-ranging wreaths, two at that.

The guys ripped off the frozen arms and legs, regenerating their bodies and jumping out of the truck. Was that flare just a moment ago meant to call them?

Corvus took his stance, gathering mana once again.

“… Today, I will add the Jugashvili set to my hunting list.”

Then the fake red star, which had stopped running, laughed.

“Three Jugasivili? Who said that only two people came to support?”

“…!”

Only then did Corvus remember that the guy had fired two flares. Wasn’t there one Jugashvili in one flare? Then what was the other one?

The answer to her question was a large-caliber bullet flying from the back of her head.

Thud-!!

Corvus almost instinctively deployed a 360-degree shield. It was a perfect response that even the US military’s battle wizards were amazed by. This response was possible thanks to his high magical skill and experience.

Experience fighting the American military.

Crack – ! The shield and bullet collided, sending up mana dust and cracking the shield. Even if it wasn’t tank-grade, the shield could easily block rifle bullets with one hit?

That wasn’t the only problem. The bullet wasn’t lodged in the back of her head, where the gunshot had come from, but right in front of her forehead.

A bullet flying from a completely different place than where it was fired… Corvus swallowed his ominousness and looked in the direction the bullet had come from.

Why are bad feelings never wrong? Beyond the window of a commercial building, barely outside the magical range, a soldier with a large gun was seen. And the uniform he was wearing was…

“…US military.”

The Reds and the Americans joined hands… Corvus looked at the three Dzhugashvili surrounding him one by one.

“If you live long enough, you get to see all kinds of things.”

“It’s a disadvantage to live long. We live in an age where dying young is considered a blessing.”

The fake red star shook his head and rubbed the cheekbone that had been torn by Corvus just a moment ago.

Sizzle! The skin covering his face peeled away, revealing a familiar face underneath. Apollo City Communist Party Leader, Lvov.

Corvus habitually pursed his lips and asked,

“Are you attached to America, or is America attached to you?”

Lvov answered, forming a ring around himself with two other Dzhugashvili.

“We never really joined hands. We just threw fishing rods at each other for a common goal.”

“A common goal… Are you also Suin?”

Are you saying that you joined hands to eat children? Levov frowned and smiled vaguely. It was the smile of a conspirator whose plan had been successful.

“If there are children like that, the earth will be full of rot.”

“Do I really need to point out that the elixir is in Asha?”

“You know more than I thought. But didn’t I say earlier? We want more than that. The elixir is just a process.”

Crunch. Three Dzhugashvili surrounded Corvus, trampling on the broken ice. Despite their murderous spirit, they did not show the typical madness of Dzhugashvili who had lost their sense of reason. Corvus said, realizing that this battle would be quite long.

“There is no need to ask what the ideal is. These murderous monsters are the very embodiment of the ideal of the Communist Party.”

“Watch your words, beast. The party’s ideals are not something that can be discussed by beasts who don’t even know what ideology is.”

“Can’t discuss it?”

“Yes, you who have been struggling over a mere prairie will never know. What kind of ideology is communism that ruled half the world!”

“You must be so proud. You’ve lost half the world you ruled.”

“I will deny it. We lost half. But it was not because we were defeated. It was just because the party leadership, in disarray, lost the right to do so.”

“… .”

“We will rise again and reclaim what was lost.”

“… Are you saying we should start a war?”

At that moment, thudding – the US military fired another shot. And as Corvus opened up his shield to dodge the bullets, three Dzhugashvili rushed in at the same time.

“Yes, it’s war! We’re going to start a cold war again!”