There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 786



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EP.786 Symphony No. 10 in E minor, Op. 93 (3)

***

Dawn frowned as she felt the bullet pierce her chest. The gunshot sounded from behind her, but it was actually her chest that was pierced.

‘Browning’s martial arts…’

It was the martial art that the US military officially adopted after improving the Sharpshooter. I had seen it a few times, but when I actually experienced it, it was truly a martial art of the 10th level.

Somehow, I felt like the Master was wasting his time on these guys.

I felt like flying over and beating the guy to death right then and there, but Lvov and Dzhugashvili were rushing at me right before my eyes.

The right to attack went to the Reds. Dawn winked at Corvus, who was standing next to her, and then swung her sword.

!!!

Starting with the shockwave of swords and murderous intent clashing, a melee involving five people began. While Dawn and Corvus simultaneously displayed hypocrisy and arrogance, the murderous intent of the three Dzhugashvili surged forward.

Blood spurted out, flesh was torn away. Most of it was Jugashvili’s, but some was Yeomyeong’s.

Yes, surprisingly, the battle did not lean to either side.

Is it because Yevgeny’s skills are better than expected?

Is the combined attack of the three Reds as perfect as that of brothers who have been working together for a long time?

Or is it because of the bullets flying at every crucial moment?

None of them were the right answer. The answer was in the gazes exchanged between Dawn and Corvus.

‘Get ready.’

‘Okay.’

Just as Corvus nodded, Dawn opened her mouth to face Yevgeny.

“I don’t understand.”

Two Dzhugashvili relayed Yevgeny’s words simultaneously.

[[The reactionary’s lack of intelligence cannot understand that the descendants of the great Stalin and Trotsky are joining forces for the same purpose-]]

Dawn answered, striking away the sword that was digging in.

“No, not that. What I don’t understand is you. Are you really a descendant of Stalin?”

[[… ??]]

“There is nothing that resembles the Stalin I saw in person.”

[[what?]]

“Your father was adopted, or something… something like that?”

Not only the two Dzhugashvili, but even the expression on Lvov’s face as he swung his sword at Corvus was distorted because of other words hidden in the provocation.

[[… You met him in person?]]

In the midst of the surprise, the offensive slowed down. Dawn didn’t miss that moment.

“Corvus!”

As footprints were imprinted on the frozen asphalt, sparks shot out from the Sword of Dawn. The moment Corvus struck the ice wall-

Kwaaaaang – !!!

A volcanic explosion erupted. It was so large that even Dzhugashvili was blown away and Corvus’ ice wall was shattered in an instant.

In that fleeting moment, Dawn reached out through the cracked ice wall. The master, with whom they had shared many hands and feet, gladly took the disciple’s hand.

Joint attack?? The Reds were tensed upon seeing the two people holding hands, but the actions of the dawn that followed were a little… no, very different from what they had expected.

Dawn, holding hands with Corvus, spun in place. It was a literal whirlwind of wind and murderous intent, swirling around like a vortex.

And the moment the rotation reaches its peak.

Dawn ‘threw’ Corvus in the direction where the gunshots came from.

Lviv, who realized what he was trying to do too late, took action, but it was too late. Corvus, who had flown through the living, transformed into a crow in the blink of an eye.

The Jaghashvilis muttered as they watched the crows disappear into the sky.

“What the….”

His tone was filled with bewilderment, but he was in the middle of a fight. Yevgeny quickly regained his composure.

[[You’re selling his name with lies to create a gap. Don’t you have even the slightest respect for the Federation?]]

Then Yeomyeong answered while shaking the hand that was holding the teacher.

“Lies? Well, think what you want.”

Perhaps because he thought he was being made fun of, Yevgeny’s eyes grew a little more fierce.

[[Do you think we can win if that beast comes back after taking out the sniper? Our plan is that simple-]]

At that moment, Dawn cut the guy off.

“No, you don’t have to come back.”

[[… Are you planning to die here?]]

“No, quite the opposite. You are enough on your own.”

Yevgeny, of course, and even Lvov, laughed. But their eyes did not laugh. The eyes of the two communists were full of life, like the Red Army that had occupied Berlin.

[[You’re so arrogant. Well, you’d probably have that much confidence if you’d defeated six Jugashvili. But… .]]

The moment the guy’s tail hung, the murderous aura covering the sky grew even stronger.

The ominous murderous intent that Jugashvili exudes is different from the murderous intent that seems to be antagonizing Dawn.

Underneath, Stalin’s grandson declared:

[[You and this city… will never see the next dawn.]]

***

Immigration Office, in front of the Apollo City Dimensional Gate.

In the operational control room, which is off-limits to anyone but military personnel, the communications officer looked down at the instrument panel and put down his headset as he spoke.

“No response at all 13 times. Helicopter signal lost.”

“… All three?”

“Yes, all three are silent.”

“… .”

Immediately afterwards, the air in the control room grew heavy. Contact had been lost in the city where Dzhugashvili was running wild… That could only mean one thing.

The head was cut off.

While everyone inside the control room kept their mouths shut, the highest ranking officer here forced himself to speak.

“Contact headquarters? Transfer command to the most senior remaining officer, and request emergency orders….”

Another signalman answered.

“Headquarters is also silent.”

Could it be that headquarters was also hit? The officer, imagining the worst-case scenario, muttered, “Fuck, Nimmi,” without realizing it.

From now on, he had to give orders, but the officer had no courage to do so. The reason he was assigned to the customs office was because it was far from combat.

After a brief moment of thought, he decided to shift the blame rather than give the order.

“Gather the messengers. Send a radio operator across the dimensional gate to explain the situation. We await orders from the Pentagon.”

Then one of the signalmen objected. It was something that would have been unthinkable under normal circumstances, but it was something that could be done because he was an officer with such little popularity.

“Please reconsider! If we wait for the Pentagon’s order, it will take at least 10 minutes for explanation and judgment! In the meantime, I can’t even imagine how many civilians will die! Please issue an emergency order immediately!”

“Shut up! I’ll be the judge-”

At that moment, a voice coming from the military communications network cut off the officer’s words.

[This is Delta, a subordinate unit of the Superhuman Army.]

“… .”

[Six-man detachment deployed to Apollo City. All ready to deploy.]

A murderous voice without any highs or lows. It was the voice of Delta Force. Not only the officers who had seen their combat vehicles pass by, but even the signalmen held their breath.

[Request permission to engage.]

The officer, barely coming to his senses, answered.

“… It is impossible. Stay in your position until you receive instructions from your superiors.”

Even though I clearly refused, the voice on the other end of the line answered without paying any attention.

[Requesting permission to use explosives and fire preemptively.]

“No way!”

[In addition, the city’s terrain, population, and layout are required. Request synchronization of the command center’s database.]

“This crazy superhuman bastard, I told you to wait for orders!”

[… .]

A brief silence. The communication was still connected, but there was no sound.

And how long had it been? From beyond, a reply came with the sound of a gun being loaded.

[A saying. Don’t give a communist your time.]

“…what?”

[Aphorism 2. During the Great Elven War, 18 percent of officer deaths were caused by friendly fire.]

“… .”

The officer was about to refute the claim, but then he looked around at the other officers and soldiers gathered in the control room. Tension, suspicion, and a sense of anticipation were all staring at him.

Gulp.

The officer swallowed and thought for a moment. Or, he thought. Again, the officer did not have the courage to take responsibility.

He answered with his eyes tightly shut.

“Permission… is granted.”

Immediately afterwards, gunshots were heard over the communications line, proving that the authorization to engage was merely an afterthought.

***

[Emergency! I repeat!! Emergency!! Everyone, evacuate towards the dimensional gate!!]

Beneath a building where a sandwich-worshipping necromancer is spouting out inappropriate words through a loudspeaker.

The elf shouted as he ran with all his might.

“Two people! 300 meters to the point!!”

It wasn’t hard to interpret what she said. The first two meant that they had brought two Dzhugashvili, and the point meant the stairs where Lieutenant Colonel Duke was waiting.

That’s right. Somiri was acting as bait to bring in the Jugashvili. It was a sacrifice unbecoming of an elf princess, but there was no choice. She was the only one in the group who could run faster than Jugashvili.

Anyway, she managed to get to the stairs of the building before Dzhugashvili caught her. And then two more Dzhugashvili arrived at the stairs.

Doo doo doo doo – !!

The gun waiting on the stairs fired. In normal circumstances, it would have been a waste of bullets, but if the shooter was a Death Knight who had mastered the Sharpshooter, it was a different story.

All the bullets fired down the stairs were deflected at impossible angles and struck the Zugashvili directly: the ankles, the aorta of the thigh, the spine, the lungs, the heart, the neck, and the brain.

In an instant, the Jugashvili, who had become a hive, fell down, staining the stairs. However, the trap did not end there. The elf, who had climbed the stairs in an instant, immediately pressed the detonator he had prepared.

!!!!

The bombs placed above and below the stairs blew away the bodies of the Dzhugashvili precisely and collapsed the stairs right above. Immediately after the sound of stones falling, the Dzhugashvili were buried under the rubble of the stairs.

The elf, who noticed the slightly collapsed stairs, let out a sigh of relief and said,

“If I had known this would happen, I would have called the other Death Knights too….”

Soon, Duke, who was upstairs, came down the stairs and answered.

– As I said before, it is not the place for those gentlemen to come forward. The traditional Asha superhumans do not have a good compatibility with Jugashvili. If they fight for no reason and get destroyed, they will truly become Buddhas.

“That’s just what I’m saying… .”

She grumbled briefly and then quickly changed the subject.

“Now let’s move on to the next point. We’re running out of time to plant the bomb and gun again-”

At that moment, a wriggling, moving arm appeared in her field of vision.

Jugashvili’s arm buried under the stairs.

Postmortem cramps? No, they weren’t. The arm twitched again.

“???”

You’re still alive, shot in the head, blown up, and crushed by rocks?

Soemiri asked in a bewildered voice.

“Oh, sir? Is it really that tough? Isn’t it true that if you get a hole in your brain, you die?”

-No, if the brain is destroyed like you said, Jugashvili will die too.

“Th, then that is…?”

The lieutenant colonel did not answer right away. After a moment of hesitation, he attached the detonator to the bomb he had prepared in advance and spoke.

-I’ve seen a report with similar content just once, but I don’t know if it’s applicable to this situation.

“What was the report?”

-When Stalin visited East Berlin… the assassination squad sent to kill him reported similar things. The Dzhugashvili guarding Stalin were said to have regenerated even when their brains and hearts were blown out.

Stalin’s assassination? Somiri asked, reminding herself that it was the crazy time of the Cold War.

“… How do I deal with it? How should I handle it?”

-We don’t know. Even if there were, we have no way of knowing. There were no survivors among the assassination team.

“… .”

-But that’s strange. Surely Stalin didn’t come back alive… .

As Duke trailed off, Somi swallowed the words that Stalin was alive. As far as she knew, Stalin was on this side.