There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 455



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EP.455 The heaviness of truth (5) (edited)

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Dawn’s spirit was quietly contemplating her own body.

A body controlled by Stalin’s will, not by him.

The feeling of separation between body and mind was eerie. Is this what the Gangshin that religious people often talk about feels like? I couldn’t figure it out.

Not only his thoughts but also his body that moved beyond physical limits was far beyond his understanding.

-Staaaaaaliyin!!!!

He swings his hammer at Hitler, who lets out a roar so loud that it pushes away clouds.

A speed that muscles and joints cannot handle.

The air screamed as the hand hammer struck, and Hitler’s body exploded with a sonic boom.

Then, in the air, he gave strength to his waist and spun around, swinging the scythe in his other hand.

Gushing out mana so intense that all blood vessels and hearts burst.

Following the red trail, everything in front of him – the clouds, the smoke, and Hitler’s head – was cut off.

Not to be outdone, Hitler grabbed the neck at an angle and fired a beam from his mouth. However, Dawn’s body avoided the beam by simply stepping in the air.

Dawn saw it all. Alone, she saw herself overpowering the demon lord.

And at some point he realized that all this was a demonstration, that Stalin was trying to show him something.

Dzhugashvili.

Yes, he was proudly showing Dzhugashvili’s applications.

Not only did he use tangible killing skills for attacks, but he also physically applied the haze to use the martial arts and magic he had learned.

There are applications that Dawn, who used them only as a martial arts tool at best, could not even imagine.

Of course, in order to use it, a huge amount of mana was needed first, but Dawn was shocked by the fact that something like this was possible.

It is a murderous martial art created to kill stronger and faster… Is it possible to reach this level?

Is Stalin really God?

No, has he become a high-dimensional energy life form, as the communists say?

I was confused by questions I didn’t know the answer to. But at the same time, something was pounding in her chest.

Enlightenment about martial arts? Or the surprise of encountering God? Maybe it was Stalin’s joy in cutting Hitler into pieces.

But whatever it was, I couldn’t deny that my heart was racing.

Have you ever felt your heart pounding this much since you set your own true intention?

Perhaps infected by the excitement, Stalin shouted in an excited voice.

“What are you doing? Fascist! Fight harder! “Don’t be ashamed of the German youth you changed!”

Meanwhile, Stalin was happily pounding Hitler’s body. The slime that made up the Demon King’s body fell off and wet the ruins of Stalingrad.

-Kaaaaah! bodyguard! Where are you!! Himmler!! bodyguard!! Stop that trash!!!

As Hitler finished his painful words, every part of his body began to squirm.

Dawn took a deep breath as she felt the power of the Demon King. She transcended time and space and read the screams and lamentations of the souls pawned by him.

It is a violence that is outside the realm of magic or martial arts and can only be performed by corrupted beings.

Wow!!

The next moment, the ususu-monster fell from Hitler’s body. They were all monsters with human faces and carrying human weapons.

Most of them were faces that Dawn knew. Because they were Nazi war criminals, including the guys who were attached to the bodies of the elders just moments ago.

Stalin laughed at that.

“Oh, there’s no need to give me this gift.”

Immediately after, he brandished the peasant’s scythe. Stalingrad shook with the sound of the air being cut. And a long beam of light flashed through the necks of the monsters standing beyond.

It was elven swordsmanship. A martial art stolen by Dawn.

However, the result was completely different from what Yeomyeong knew.

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A misaligned building, a monster’s neck with a thin line, and black slime pouring out.

Stalin, who cut off the heads of numerous monsters with only elven swordsmanship, spoke through the mouth of the dawn.

“Heinrich Himmler, I really regretted not being able to kill that bastard with my own hands, but this is how I relieve my regret. thanks. Hitler. “It’s all thanks to you.”

When Stalin’s tone mixed with Dawn’s unique sly voice, it became a quite plausible mockery.

Indeed, Hitler rushed back, making a sound that could not be determined whether it was a scream or a scream.

thud! thud! Nazi monsters were born from the slime that fell with every step he took, but Stalin did not care.

And the next moment, the gigantic Hitler and Stalin, covered in haze, clashed again.

Blah-uh-uh!!!

Hitler’s huge body fell backwards with an impact sound similar to a missile exploding. Of course, Stalin, colliding with the overwhelming mass, also flew to the other side of the ruins.

thud-! Stalin fell into the ruins of a nearby city hall and got up, spitting.

And right after he came out of the collapsed building, he was greeted by the monsters that Hitler had killed and the muzzles of guns stuck in their flesh.

Doo doo doo doo -!!!

Hundreds of MG42 machine guns, which normal people would have to fire from a stand, were firing at the same time.

An eerie sound, befitting its nickname, Hitler’s Chainsaw, filled the ruins, but that was all. The bullet could not even penetrate the red haze, let alone reach Stalin.

The next moment, the peasant’s scythe flashed.

Phew! The monster’s neck, which was larger than the muzzle of its gun, floated in the air, scattering black slime. As the ruins of Stalingrad turned sticky, Stalin briefly clicked his tongue.

“As expected, killing multiple times gets boring.”

Either way, the Nazi monsters spawned by Hitler continued to flock to Stalin. They all lost their senses, baring their teeth or shooting guns filled with a mixture of flesh and slime.

It was a terrifying sight that would terrify even the bravest, but Dawn calmly observed them.

He was so calm that Stalin, who jumped into the sky while trampling on the heads of the monsters, asked:

“Are you brave, or are you just used to hell like this?”

I’m used to it.

It wasn’t a lie. He’d seen this kind of horror too many times.

The image of the immortal king, the dream of the dreamer, and even Mignium.

Anyway, Stalin, who was quickly up in the sky, looked at Hitler coming towards him and said,

“Then there is no need to waste time. “I’ll just show you one more thing and be done with it.”

one more? Before Dawn could ask what more he wanted to show her, Hitler spread her arms wide.

Then didn’t the mucous in his chest begin to stir and countless faces appeared?

Countless faces, including Goebbels and countless other Nazi war criminals, as well as the faces of Asshain, who resembled the elders of the Magic Tower, followed Hitler’s with grotesque expressions.

-purple!! Jewish-Bolshevik!! I have been reborn as a true ubermensch!!!

Ubermensch. The German word meaning a person who has gone beyond is also the origin of the modern term superman.

Certainly, Hitler, with his face hanging down, seemed to have gone over something.

It’s because I don’t look like a ‘person’.

Did he read Dawn’s thoughts at that time? Stalin said with a smile.

“It’s not human… . Funny, that realization. “Never forget.”

Immediately after Dawn answered that she would, Hitler thrust his chest toward the sky.

-Aaaah!!

-Wollt ihr den totalen Krieg?

-It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!!

-Deutschland, Sieg Heil!!!

The countless faces on his chest spoke and screamed in their own way, and soon black smoke began to rise above Hitler’s shoulders.

The smoke was so enormous that it split the red sky of Stalingrad in half.

Standing under the two-colored sky, Stalin and Hitler looked at each other.

The President who has escaped from being human and the Secretary-General who has disguised himself as a human.

The two looked at each other in silence and started running toward each other at the same time as if they had made a promise.

Step by step, the two dictators closed the distance and spread their arms wide at almost the same time.

Hitler’s twisted hand drawing the swastika, the crossing sickle and hammer splitting the air.

crash.

But unlike the crash just before, there was no sound this time.

Is Hitler too big compared to Stalin? Or is it because there is no power gap between each other? No, it was neither of those two.

The answer was not in Hitler’s power, but in Stalin’s power.

A force that came from somewhere out there.

Dawn suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu as she felt the power swallowing up the surrounding sounds.

It was a similar feeling to when Mignium gave him the gift of ‘talent’ for the first time, or when the saint gave him a blessing.

Is this divinity?

Following the dawning realization, the red hammer and sickle slowly dug into Hitler’s hand.

At first, it was so slow that it seemed as if it was sinking into Hitler’s body.

However, at some point, Dawn’s body began to rapidly penetrate Hitler’s body. Hands, shoulders, chest, neck…

Finally, his body popped out on the other side. Hitler’s slimy body was filled with a red haze.

“Did you feel well?”

For a moment, let the black smoke that filled the sky billow according to Stalin’s words, and the whites of Hitler’s astonished eyes tremble like aspen trees.

The sound that had been delayed along with the shock finally arrived.

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Patter—

Salome rolled her body to avoid the slime spraying from Hitler’s exploded body.

The size of the falling slime was so large that the building next to it collapsed.

Clap! Clap!

Nevertheless, she gritted her teeth and ran in the direction of Dawn.

Whether you fall on the concrete ruins and scratch your knees or get stuck in the mud and your shoes come off, on and on.

And how long did it run like that? A familiar voice came from beyond the ruins.

[Glory to our heroic Red Army, victorious, defeating the enemies of our motherland!]

When I reached the place where I could hear the voice after crossing the two collapsed buildings, there was already dawn.

“Glory to the great people, to the victorious people!”

However, his appearance was a bit strange.

The sight of Hitler trampling on his head, shrunk to the size of a soccer ball, and giving a speech to his corpse.

“Eternal glory to the heroes who sacrificed their lives for the freedom and happiness of our people in the fight against the enemy!”

He continued his speech up to that point and the audience… So, after looking at the dead bodies of Stalingrad, he finished his speech in a low voice.

“… Glory to you.”

A voice so small that even Salome could barely hear it. As she cautiously emerged between the buildings, her dawn turned her head expressionlessly.

“Have you decided?”

“… .”

There was no need to ask what was decided. Salome nodded her head slightly.

“How do you want to live?”

Salome answered as she approached Dawn, one step at a time.

“In my body… “I will seal the demon lord.”

Dawn, or rather Stalin, raised his eyebrows as if he was surprised.

“Are you going to rot your talent in a seal for the rest of your life? “Is it really necessary?”

He added, poking Dawn’s body with his thumb.

“I guess I could feed this body. “You will be able to use it much better than you think.”

It was a worthy temptation. If I hadn’t known that Yeo-myeong’s body was unstable, the temptation was so great that I would have wondered what she was doing.

But Salome shook her head.

“No, this is…” It’s a punishment I have to bear. The only thing that burdens him more than this is the warrior party, and… .”

After being silent for a moment, the bowl suddenly raised its head and spoke.

“… This is not my job as the next head of the Dumea family.”

Her red eyes were full of faith. Just like the old revolutionaries did.

He asked as if making a final confirmation.

“Are you serious?”

Salome nodded without any hesitation.

And then Stalin nodded as if he understood, and released the armament serum hidden under his palm.

“It’s a shame.”

Salome didn’t ask what she was sorry about. Stalin kicked Hitler’s head right in front of her.

Salome, horrified to see Hitler’s head suddenly rolling over, took a step back, but when she saw Dawn’s face, she closed her eyes tightly and picked up his head, as if she had made up her mind to do something.

“Hey, maybe it’s okay now?”

“Absorb it.”

“So, how?”

At that moment, Stalin, who had borrowed Dawn’s body, crossed his arms as if asking what nonsense he was talking about. Mahagan’s head, which was tied to Salome’s waist, spoke.

-All you have to do is grab Hitler’s head with each hand and recite the spell in your mind. The order is…

Then, Stalin cut him off.

“Wait, you won’t need it. Loser. “What are you thinking now?”

-… It’s a whim. An old man’s whim.

I don’t know how he received that answer, but Stalin looked at Mahagan’s head with a sullen expression.

After a while, he waved his hand as if it didn’t matter.

“Okay, do whatever you want. A wise leader does not hinder those who rise up on their own.”

-… Thank you for your mercy.

Salome did not ask what question and answer that was. Because sometimes ignorance is medicine.

She just quietly held Hitler and Mahagan’s heads in her hands.

-Recite the spell after me. There is no god of vicious cycles.

“… There is no god of vicious cycles? Is that the end?”

-Okay, this is the end.

Although it was a ridiculously short spell, the ending was not meaningless.

As she quietly closed her eyes and recited the spell, just like Hitler’s head, the world began to shine brightly.

Stalingrad, created by the devil’s black slime and dice, was engulfed in light and scattered into powder. Eventually, the shining powder filled her and Dawn.

She opened her eyes.