There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 454



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EP.454 The heaviness of truth (4)

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Stalin looked surprised at Dawn’s sudden action.

I was so greatly surprised that the sense of intimidation that surrounded his surroundings made me tremble.

Of course, the surprise didn’t last long. Instead of allowing Dawn to move freely, she moved stiffly and awkwardly, like a video played slowly.

At best, a little better than Hitler, who only moves his mouth?

Stalin, who watched the dawn for a moment, relaxed his back and smiled.

『Ha, puhaha!』

What was so funny? Stalin continued to laugh so loudly that his big mustache was shaking.

By the time Dawn, who was holding the dice like that, barely clenched her fist, her hand began to slowly melt.

Dawn spoke in a long, drawn-out voice.

“Are you afraid that someone will rule over you?”

Salome felt astonishment that went beyond fear. This was because Dawn’s voice sounded as if she was criticizing Stalin.

How dare you face this enormous being?

However, Stalin responded leisurely, as if such an attitude was natural.

『I let the prospective demon king and master of fate roll it. If you get good numbers… Perhaps the Demon King cracked the egg and was resurrected without a heart? I also want to take a look outside.』

Does this mean that at the same time that Hitler is released, Stalin is also released from this space? While Salome rolled her eyes in fear, Dawn refuted.

“Whatever you called me, don’t do anything.”

『Ha, my friend pulled a trick and called me, and I’m not supposed to use a trick?』

Trick? What trick? It was a word that Salome could not understand. Of course, Stalin also did not mean to hope for understanding.

He walked up to the stiff woman with a friendly, that is, menacing smile.

And like a boss who takes care of his subordinates, he patted his shoulder and spoke.

『Okay, if comrade wants, I will do so. But know this. This is not me accepting my comrade’s coercion, but paying due respect to an exquisite coincidence.』

“… fate-?”

『Destiny? No, not really. This is just a coincidence. My comrade happened to be in the place where that trash was resurrected, and he even called me… It’s all just coincidence and luck. This… Hmm, now that I think about it, I guess our comrade still doesn’t know what fate is?』

Stalin, who helped the woman’s stiff body up, began to explain with his hand still on her shoulder.

『Writer, director, producer, player… How many people have you met who claim to be from outside this world? How many times have you heard about the future they talk about?』

“… .”

『They are all similar, but they talk about different futures. At most, comrade thought that one of them was fate, right? Nope. no. All the future they talk about is fate.』

“What is that?”

『Just as the tangled branches of a tree eventually lead to the trunk, and the river eventually heads to the sea. They are sometimes called scenarios because they are different in detail but ultimately lead to the same conclusion. I couldn’t accept that… .』

At that time, Hitler took a step towards us.

The word ‘Untermensch (inferior human being)’ was constantly flowing from the lips of the guy who had been screaming just a moment ago, and the sight of him dribbling black mucus every time was quite disgusting.

Salome instinctively realized that his awakening was almost over, and that by finally devouring her, he would become a true demon lord.

However, Stalin pointed his finger at Hitler as if nothing had happened.

『Take a good look, comrade. That scum also realized its fate, but threw itself into it for the sake of petty stubbornness and victory. and… That’s the result.』

“… .”

『Comrade, don’t be like that. yourself… No, at least love the fate you changed. So that you can remain as yourself even after realizing your divine destiny and seeing the truth of the world.』

“How are you going to fulfill God’s name?”

『Ha, comrade, do you really think I can’t do something that even saints from previous generations can do?』

“… .”

『Okay, stop asking questions now and just get on with it. If this continues, my hands will all melt.』

As he said, the dice in Dawn’s hand had already melted her skin and penetrated halfway into her bones.

Dawn struggled to endure the pain and moved her stiff arms. But for some reason, the dice only dug deeper into his flesh and did not move.

『Ah, comrade cannot use divinity yet. I forgot because it’s not long now. I will help you. Open Dzhuashvili.』

As soon as he finished speaking, a red haze rose from the tip of Stalin’s palm. Dzhugashvili, as dark red as the dawn.

As Dawn raised Dzhugashvili accordingly, the two hazes resonated, mixed, and settled into his arms.

A feeling, almost like a blessing from God, was completely different from what Dzhugashvili usually did, and a feeling rose up through his palms.

The sensation of not only melted flesh being regenerated, but also stiff joints and muscles regaining their freedom.

Dawn, who was holding the dice, looked at Stalin one last time and then threw the dice.

Degurrr, tak.

The number of dice rolled on the iron plate is…

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It was meaningless to distinguish between the dead and the living here.

A place where everyone freezes and burns at the same time on the same ruins.

A place where only the sounds of shells and gunshots are evidence of death through the shapeless concrete.

There, Ivan Bely, a soldier of Lieutenant General Khrushchev’s 64th Army, took his last breath.

Unfortunately, his liver was bleeding continuously after being hit by a blind fragment of a grenade. With no medical knowledge, he somehow managed to grab hold of his side and apply a tourniquet to his body, but it was a futile effort.

Eventually, the chill of the Russian winter penetrated into Ivan’s body, and his cold blood was added under the barrage of war.

The dying city was reflected in his eyes, which he could not close, and the sign of the city named after His Excellency the Chief Secretary was reflected in the distance.

Stalingrad.

And beneath that sign, between the burning concrete, dozens of bodies piled up like a mountain could be seen. The mountain of corpses, both children and the elderly, seemed to symbolize hell.

No, this must be hell.

-Where are you!! Come out!! You disgusting Judaeo-Bolshevik!! Come out and face the judgment of the Germanic people!!

If this isn’t hell, where a gigantic Hitler runs around and destroys cities, and no one dies with an expression of pain and fear without their eyes closed, then where would hell be?

And in that hell, Mahagan’s head bit.

-what? What on earth happened?

It was a natural question for him.

The scenery that was full of slime suddenly changed into a hellish city, and Salome, who was fine, started bleeding from her eyes, nose, and mouth.

The only thing that hasn’t changed is the gigantic Hitler and the dawn walking towards here.

No, looking at it again, even Dawn felt something strange.

“This is my image. “You are a loser who surrendered to fate.”

-What, what? image? Someone’s? No, how about that?

“What are you going to do anymore? Just watch as you always do. Or would you change your mind right now?”

-… .

The sight of him with his hair pulled back and his shoulders relaxed gave off an incomparable majesty.

Is this the same young man you saw a moment ago?

Whether or not the head was watching with narrowed eyes, Dawn, who pushed back her hair, lightly shook her hand and pulled out the armament serum.

The sickle and hammer are significantly different from the swords he usually uses.

While the head was shocked to see what it was, Dawn looked down at Salome and said.

“He rolled the dice to save you, so I swear under the six laws of fate. You will live today.”

“… .”

“Of course, how to live… “It’s your choice.”

Dawn, who left behind an unknown word, spread a red haze and soared into the sky.

-Star Aliyin – !!!!

Soon, Hitler discovered him and began running towards the city.

thud! thud! The entire city shook and trembled, and the eyes of anti-aircraft batteries and terrified soldiers turned to the two.

Dawn… No, Stalin, who had borrowed his body, did not refuse. Rather, he burst out laughing towards the sky.

“I can kill you with my own hands. “In that long time, there was nothing more enjoyable than this!”

Dawn began to advance, stepping through the sky filled with battlefield fumes. She was like a tiny firefly compared to the giant Hitler facing her.

Finally, the moment when the two collided.

Stalingrad was dyed red.

It was not a metaphor, but a literal meaning. The smoke and flames that filled the city, the sparkling snow, and even the dirt on the ground lost their color, and only red remained.

That’s what Salome, who was watching the fight, saw. It wasn’t because of her bloody tears. The only thing moving in her vision was the giant Hitler and the red dawn.

Salome watched the two fight in a daze. It was an extension of the unrealistic battle shown by Dawn a moment ago and the embodiment of a myth.

The red haze that enveloped the flying dawn was a weapon in itself.

A weapon that tears, cuts, and chews Hitler’s flesh so large that it obscures the clouds.

Salome was astonished when she realized that the haze was Dzhugashvili. How is something like that possible? Are you saying it wasn’t just a visible life?

The moment I tried to think of an answer to the question, a red haze spread widely, creating countless afterimages.

Some remnants practiced swordsmanship. Some remnants spewed out magic, while others wielded pure violence.

It was the embodiment of all the techniques that Dawn’s body could remember.

At least that’s how Salome saw it. And soon, countless remnants attacked Hitler, proving her prediction.

The murder skills that Dawn had accumulated and acquired for revenge began to cut Hitler into pieces.

-trivial!! Untermensch!!!!

Hitler swung his huge fist in response. It wasn’t an animal-like gesture like it was a moment ago.

An attack full of speed and power to kill the opponent. It was an Earth-style martial art, a fist containing the essence of black magic.

!!!

Dawn’s hammer collided with her fist as if she had been waiting. Both the hammer and the fist cracked apart with a terrible sound.

Hitler, whose attack was blocked, immediately opened his mouth and spewed out a beam of light. It was a beam of light that was hundreds of times thicker than the beam that Himmler and the Second Elder had fired earlier, and was large enough to completely cover Dawn.

However, Dawn did not panic and swung the scythe sideways. The terrifying force cut the beam in half, and she passed by, dismembering his tongue.

Hitler waved his other hand, holding his mouth, which was dripping with mucus like blood.

His hands made of slime split and transformed into numerous weapons.

From small hands holding guns made of flesh to large cannons firing dozens of humans together.

All kinds of weapons that embodied the Nazis’ terrible imagination, weapons that would have been produced if the Nazis had crossed the portal victorious, began launching attacks toward the dawn.

The soldiers of Stalingrad either ran away to avoid the attack or were swept into the attack and turned into pieces of meat.

Salome stared blankly at the hellish scene.

And the moment Hitler’s huge body tilted, one question came to mind. Dawn… No, why is Stalin showing himself this?

Her thoughts on mythical violence continued for a long time.

Dawn, Trick, Stalin, Hitler, Demon King, Heart, and – Mahagan, who prevented the dice from rolling.

She looked down at her head, feeling like something was connected. Her shining head was staring blankly at her dawn. Like someone who has seen a miracle.

“Mahagan.”

When Salome called him, his head blinked.

-What is it?

“… Please tell me how. “I wonder how Dawn and I can get out of here safely.”

The head slowly raised its head and looked at her.

-Why didn’t that scary being tell you?

“yes. “I got a 4 and said no.”

-… .

“So, please let me know.”

Mahagan’s head watched for a moment as Dawn hammered into Hitler’s chest. She looked at the man who looked like the Marquis but was stopping the Demon King in a completely different way.

And after a while, he opened his mouth.

-Heart and head. Which of the two do you think is more important?

“yes?”

-In martial arts and magic, the head is more important. Because your thoughts define yourself. but… In divinity it is different. From a religious perspective, we are sometimes driven by just the heart. Hey, like that young man.

“… .”

-Eat Hitler before he eats you.

“then… Am I becoming the devil?”

-Maybe so, maybe not. Maybe I could live as a human who sealed the Demon King. It will be a difficult life having to remain sealed for the rest of your life, but… How you live is your choice.

The head recited exactly what Stalin had said a moment ago. Salome did not worry.