There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 782



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EP.782 I hope the Russians love their children too. (10)

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When Earth was just beginning to study Asha, Earthlings each accepted the three paths of Mana differently.

Magic, which was based on scientific technology and allowed for an academic approach, was easily merged with existing academic disciplines.

Although fierce debate and religious conflict followed, divinity became an established part of the belief system.

But martial arts were different. Early Earthlings did not treat martial arts as a philosophical structure or a method of training the mind and body.

Is it because there is nothing to learn from the corrupt nobles and fallen knights of Asha? Or is it because Earth’s philosophy is superior?

No, it was neither. It was because Earthlings accepted martial arts as an extension of weapons.

A weapon that can kill people faster, stronger, and more efficiently.

Just as scientists had no idea how the development of nuclear weapons would change society, people on Earth, consumed by the madness of the Cold War, had no idea what the consequences would be.

Even the wisest of them did not anticipate the damage that would be done by a gunfight. After all, martial arts that use mana are ultimately about enhancing human strength and abilities.

…so when the first Dzhugashvili were deployed to Burma, the West could not help but be shocked.

The federal government that had ruled Burma for 15 years after independence from Britain collapsed… no, was destroyed in a single night.

Members of parliament, prime ministers, presidents, and even soldiers sent by the West to protect them.

There were no survivors. The Union of Burma was reduced to a corpse, and the Socialist Union of Burma took its place.

It was the work of just five people, five Dzhugashvili.

Only then did the Western world realize what martial arts killing meant. And what they had created.

But it was too late to realize that the competition had already begun, and under the shadow of the Cold War, no competition could be stopped.

Just like nuclear weapons.

If there was one thing better than nuclear weapons… or worse, it was that while nuclear weapons have become more powerful over time, no martial art has ever been created that is stronger than Dzhugashvili’s.

And at this very moment, Dawn collided with those six Jugashvili.

The first to strike was a Slavic woman in the lead. Far from dodging the Sword of Dawn, she instead extended her hand like a spear.

Chomp!

As the woman’s severed head rose into the air, a hand blade dug into Dawn’s spleen.

Blood flowed back up as a hole was punctured in his lung, but Yeomyeong didn’t care. He kicked the body of the woman whose head had been blown off, then swung his hand at the next Jugashvili.

“Kyaaaaah!!!”

The second was an old African man. His bloodshot eyes and ten equally red claws attacked Dawn. It looked like a random attack, but it was a thoroughly calculated attack.

An attack to induce defense and join forces with other Jugashvili at the moment when Dawn is defending.

But Dawn, regardless of whether her claws dug into his shoulder or not, jumped forward and struck the old man in the face.

He tried to crush his brain as a finishing blow, but two Dzhugashvili came up next to him and attacked him. A young Korean man and a young Turki boy. Fists and feet. This time, each and every one of them was a murder weapon aimed at a vital point.

Dawn swung her sword as she stepped back.

!!!

The shockwave exploded as the sword and foot collided. The Turkish brat stretched out his leg and was pushed back by the shockwave. However, the Koryoin’s fist reached Yeomyeong’s neck.

Uduk-! With a sound of his neck being dislocated, Dawn’s slashing technique kicked the young man, Jugashvili, in the stomach.

The body of the young Korean man shook for a moment, and then, with a bang! He flew away with a hole in his stomach. He looked like a deer that had been hit by a car as he flew away, splattering blood and entrails.

“Uraaaaaaaaaaaaa – !!”

The guy rolled on the floor a few times, then got back up again, even running towards Dawn faster than before.

Shitty stock market shit.

The dawn, swallowing the curse, blocked the attacks of the Jugashvili by cutting each other’s bodies to pieces. Then, out of the blue, he confirmed the life or death of the woman he had beheaded first.

Fortunately, she was not able to regenerate her severed neck. Unfortunately, a Turkish teenager who had flown in earlier reattached her severed head to her neck, and she was able to regenerate the wound in an instant.

Team play like that when they’re running wild??

While Yeomyeong felt some inexplicable discomfort, the rest of the Jugashvili rushed in. They were able to avoid being surrounded because the space was narrow, but Yeomyeong was also unable to make full use of the space because of the Peroru that had been placed on the ground.

Only the remaining firepower in places where there is no spatial advantage to either side.

In the fleeting moment of slashing dozens of times in a second, the blade of the dawn flashed. It was the strongest martial art created by Suin, the light of hypocrisy and arrogance.

!!!

The Hand of Dawn sliced ​​not only the rushing Jugashvili but also the wall behind them like tofu.

Under the collapsing concrete wall, the blood of the Dzhugashvili, whose legs, waists, and heads were cut in half, splattered.

Although they looked like a scene from a gore movie, the Dzhugashvili were far from being victims in a gore movie. They were monsters in a gore movie.

The guys sprang up on the blood they had shed. However, they were unable to regenerate their limbs like before, due to the mana of hypocrisy and arrogance that had seeped into their bodies.

Hypocrisy and Arrogance, a destructive technique that directly injects mana into the enemy’s body, prevents regeneration-

At that moment, crunch!

The Jugashvili attacked each other’s bodies. To be precise, they tore off the parts that had been attacked by hypocrisy and arrogance. They cut them cleanly, like dirty meat.

And when the mana of hypocrisy and arrogance disappeared, the limbs of the guys started to regenerate. Even the one whose head was cut off exploded halfway and then regenerated the remaining parts?

“… Those crazy kids. They’re so tough.”

Although he said that, Yeomyeong was slightly flustered. Even if your neck is cut off, you won’t die, but even if your brain is cut in half, you won’t die?

That was different from the usual, or average, Jugashvili. Of course, it wasn’t a perfect Jugashvili. There was no reason right now, and the amount of noise emitted by six people was less than that emitted by Yeomyeong alone.

Does that mean it resembles the unfinished Jugashvili used by the Japanese enemy’s spy agency? No, it wasn’t. If I had to be specific, it was similar to the time when the dawn was just beginning to encroach on life-

-Bang!!

The Jugashvili who finished regenerating in an instant didn’t give Yeomyeong a chance to think. Even if his skills were not as good as Yeomyeong’s, Jugashvili was Jugashvili.

Their attacks were aimed at fatal wounds, including the brain, collarbone, spleen, and liver.

In addition, the guys’ attacks were becoming more and more sophisticated. It was as if they were practicing martial arts against Dawn.

‘Tsk.’

Dawn, who had clicked her tongue, once again blew off the head of Dzhugashvili, who had just cut off his head.

He wanted to use Volcanic Crush or Juwayez, but there was an orc behind him whose life was in danger. If he used such a wide range of martial arts in such a small space, the poor orc would surely get caught in the explosion and die.

However, it was a matter of time before they could kill them all. There were more than ten runaway Jugashvili running rampant through the city.

If things continue this way, Apollo City could become the second Burma.

Of course, Dawn had no intention of just letting that happen.

Phew! After cutting off the arm of the old man, Jugashvili, Yeomyeong prepared the Heavenly Sword and the Comet Sword.

‘Let’s see if it will come back to life even if it’s destroyed without leaving a single cell behind.’

At that moment, as the wind blew through the mist and the light of the comet gathered on the Sword of Extermination, Yeomyeong suddenly recalled the moment when he had been dealing with the enemy spy unit of Japan.

To be exact, the memory of the moment when their life force was absorbed in reverse.

‘Taking control of life… .’

His instincts told him to show who was the real master of life. Yeomyeong willingly did so.

He intentionally reduced the power of the Comet Sword and swung the sword. The Jugashvili who felt the sword’s killing power quickly dispersed. It was just as Yeomyeong had intended. Yeomyeong, who had gained some respite, projected his will to kill.

The next moment, s …

The crimson color of dawn.

-?!

Did they sense something? The Jugashbilis flinched and trembled at the same time. For the first time, the eyes of the irrational murderers filled with shock.

However, the Jugashvili could not continue their shock for long, as they began to suck away the murderous energy that the dawn had taken over.

Gooooo – !

The life force inside the fertilizer warehouse was sucked in around him. The massive swirling life force was converted into mana and pounded through his blood vessels.

The mana was so great that even his transformed body could not withstand it. His blood vessels screamed and even tore, but to Jugashvili, that was nothing.

Dawn raised her hand, feeling the pain of her blood vessels tearing and the regenerative power recovering at the same time.

And then- click.

He made a provocative gesture to the Zugashvili.

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– One anti-tank rocket and two warheads, thirteen fragmentation grenades, my personal rifle and five 7.62 magazines, two of which are special rounds.

“I have a rifle, two grenades, two extra magazines… Stalin’s pine cone and a rail-type scabbard from Japan.”

-What about explosives?

“Six plastic bombs that can be detonated with magic.”

-The enemy is so blunt. Don’t you have any elf bombs?

“Yes, I didn’t bring it on purpose. I guess it’s not a bomb that would be used in a street fight….”

While Somiri and Duke checked their weapons status, Rashik was blankly staring at the city dyed red.

What am I doing here?

Fighting with Jugashvili. This was a completely different issue from fighting the doomsday cult or saving people in Korea.

… Princess Ki?

It’s not just about how you deal with immortal, murderous monsters that can’t die…

… chic!

“Pink Death!”

At that moment, the elf’s voice pulled her out of her worries. When Lashk, startled, raised her head, she saw the weapon-wielding Iron Man staring at her.

“How many weapons do you have now?”

Rashik answered without knowing it.

“Uh… two daggers, one counterfeit pistol, sixteen vials of poison, twenty-two vials of healing potion, three anesthetics, three hangover cures, one stimulant…”

“Huh? A stimulant?”

“…”

Ah, the stimulant wasn’t a weapon. Lashk came to his senses late. It wasn’t really an advantage. Fear came rushing in late, amidst his clear mind.

“Uh, are we really going to fight Jaganashvili?”

“yes.”

“… .”

Lashk couldn’t say no. Not only was human life important, but even Oshiri, Dawn’s sister-in-law, was hurriedly gathering up rail-type scabbards and guns.

Should we really fight? Miri said, placing a hand on her shoulder as Rashik swallowed her fear.

“Rashik, if you are tired, go back to the hotel.”

“… Isn’t there a stock market there too?”

“Yes, so you’re telling me to go.”

“… .”

This little bitch… Rashik jumped up from his seat, intending to smack Miri on the head. However, he couldn’t bring himself to do it, because at that moment, an explosion sound was heard from the direction of the dimensional gate.

“Oh my, shit.”

As if Stalin’s pine cone had burst, flames shot up high… and soon the sound of fierce gunfire began to be heard.

-It started.

As Lashik gulped following the Duke’s voice, Soemiri confirmed that even Dilla had finished preparing for battle.

“Rashik, just give me the potion and you can stay here.”

“Uh… Really?”

“Yes, but you will never be able to attend meetings again for the rest of your life.”

“…What meeting?”

“It’s a meeting of warriors.”

What the heirs’ meeting, it must be a secret meeting!

Lashk was about to ask why she was threatening him with something like that, but he shut his mouth. Because he saw Somiri’s fingertips tremble as she tried to smile.

Yeah, she wasn’t the only one feeling scared in this situation. Everyone in the group was probably feeling scared, except for the sandwich-crazy necromancer and that death knight over there.

The question is whether you overcome that fear and fight it, or let it consume you.

Lashik sighed deeply and held Miri’s hand as he spoke.

“Of course I have to fight too. Can I be here as your older sister?”

“… Yes? Sister?”

“Let me just be your older sister.”

“… .”

A joke to lighten the mood. While Somiri laughed awkwardly, Lashk continued talking while taking out potions from the bag he was holding.

“Anyway, how are you going to fight?”

The answer came from the Duke’s mouth, not in advance.

-Our units will move together and subdue the Jugashvili area near the civilian area.

“Yes? But let’s split up and each help the US military….”

-The US military is not involved.

“Colonel Duke, if you are concerned about me being an elf….”

-No, not us. The US military is not moving.

“…?”

The Duke spoke, scanning the red-tinted city with narrowed eyes.

-There is no alarm, and no movement of emergency response teams. The US military is either neutralized or acting as such.

“… .”

It was a mess. Lashk felt the courage he had worked so hard to build up disappear. However, he didn’t panic like he had just before. Hitting his own cheek, she shouted, and recalled a memory from long ago, when she was being chased by the American government.

And as a superman he spoke to the Duke.

“Private areas aside, what about the dimensional gate? If it gets blocked, won’t we all die anyway?”

– Give up boldly. This stronghold cannot be defended with this number of people.

The words of a rational soldier. But there was not a single rational person among those gathered here. Rashik licked his lips.

“What if you could stop it?”

-… Are you serious?

“It’s hard for me to do it alone… If I can get one more person to protect me, I can protect them even if a million troops come. What should I do?”

Instead of asking if that was true, Lieutenant Duke looked over the group. He looked back and forth between Siri and Dilla, who were sheathing their swords, and then pointed to Siri and said,

-You and the lightning rod’s sister-in-law go together. You just have to guard it until the sun rises.

“…Why until the sun rises?”

-By that time, either us or Jugicivili will have been wiped out.

“… .”

With those chilling words, Duke snapped the safety catch on his gun.

-Okay, let’s start hunting commies.