There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 787



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EP.787 Symphony No. 10 in E minor, Op. 93 (4)

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

Instead of answering, Yeomyeong picked up the Sword of Extermination.

Lviv and Yevgeny, facing a blade as red as communism, rushed forward fiercely.

The two Dzhugashvili controlled by Yevgeny took the lead, emitting a murderous aura, while Lvov, following behind, absorbed the murderous aura, dyeing his sword red. The amount of murderous aura being converted into mana was so great that the air around the two of them rippled.

Stronger, faster.

The martial arts of murder born of the Cold War poured out towards Dawn. As the sword of destruction rang, four Jugashvili clashed.

A fist stabs in from above. Block it. Counterattack with your sword. Cut the neck.

Meanwhile, a foot kicks my side. I take the hit while wrapped in mana. My insides are twisted, but I am able to block Levov’s sword. I counterattack with my left hand.

Lviv retreats, followed by Dzhugashvili and Cross Counter. They aim for each other’s heads, but narrowly miss the neck. He cuts off the chest while holding back the blood that is surging. Lviv rushes in again, stabbing Lviv in the eye with his sword…

The four Jugashvili fought each other as if they were clay dolls, not caring about their injuries.

A mad brawl with blood, bones, flesh and entrails flying.

Naturally, the one who won the fight was Yevgeny, who had more numbers. He shouted while leaving a large wound on Yeomyeong’s chest.

[[Where did your mouth go that used to shout so loudly! Are you so speechless that you can’t speak?!]]

Dawn didn’t answer. She just quietly gathered the wind and gathered it again.

And how long had it been? Lvov, who had fallen with his thigh cut off by the Sword of Dawn, realized something strange belatedly.

The wind was strange. The wind swirling around was fiercer than the wind created by the shockwave of the fight or something… Could it be?

“… Wait, Yevgeny!”

The moment he was about to warn.

Following the red blade of the Holy Sword of Extermination, the wind of the Heavenly Sword and the sparks of the volcanic eruption swept together. The murderous spirit, wind, and sparks entangled together to create a typhoon.

Yevgeny, who had just seen the sparks explode, quickly stepped back. It was a pointless move.

Dawn swung her sword neither too slowly nor too quickly. There was no need to aim precisely at Yevgeny. The storm that burst from his sword had already filled the front.

Volcanic eruption. Following the explosion of the knight who wanted to punish the Earth, the soldiers’ desire for freedom and goodness was amplified.

And then- explosion.

There was no sound. The impact was so great that his eardrums were ruptured, but Dawn didn’t care. The three Jugashvili who fought him had lost more than their eardrums.

Three men made of flesh and blood disappeared into the explosion. The asphalt road was turned upside down, and the buildings standing nearby collapsed like dominoes.

!!!!!!!!

A beat later, the impact struck his body. Yes, the explosion did not avoid Dawn. His body was pushed back, leaving a long trail on the ground, and the right upper body that was holding the Holy Sword was shattered by the explosion.

Dawn didn’t care. It was an explosion that he had swung without any concern for his own safety. He regenerated his right hand, which was devoid of bones, and took in the scene of the explosion with his eyes.

The path of the volcanic eruption was as horrific as if a giant beast had swept through. The ground beneath the asphalt was exposed, and debris from the explosion was everywhere.

In terms of power alone, it is greater than the artillery bombardment that hit Seoul.

This was an attack that would never have been carried out if there were civilians present, but the civilians who were caught up in it fled as soon as they saw the noisy appearance of the Communists.

Anyway, after retrieving the flying Sword of Extinction from his inventory, Dawn held it in her hand again and looked at the epicenter.

There, just like Lvov, only his head and his right hand holding a weapon remained, Yevgeny was writhing on the floor with only his upper body left.

Seeing as there were no other guys in sight, it seemed like he had saved his life by using one as a shield… Even Jugashvili, who was used as a shield, was regenerating his body from a single bone fragment.

Dawn frowned.

‘No matter how strong the Jugashvili is, it doesn’t guarantee this level of survival ability. If it wasn’t a complete form in the first place, it wouldn’t even be possible to categorize the survival skills… .’

There were more than one or two strange things. But as Stalin said, overwhelming firepower solves many problems. Dawn once again raised the Heavenly Sword.

Yevgeny, seeing the wind blowing again, coughed up blood mixed with ash from his mouth and said:

[Guo Tao… The martial arts of a bastard who betrayed his country and picked emu testicles… How could you… .]

Dawn said, raising her sword with sparks flying.

“Wasn’t the Soviet motto that all communists are brothers? What’s so strange about brothers sharing things?”

Yevgeny answered in an angry voice, right on the back of Dawn’s head.

[You reactionary bastard, how dare you!]

He turned around with a start, and saw Jugashvili, whom he had never seen before, swinging his hand at him.

Dawn swung her sword without hesitation.

Kwaaaaang – !!!

Although the firepower was lower than before due to the lack of amplification, the explosion that hit Jugashvili was enough to destroy a person.

As Jugashvili, whose lower body had completely disappeared, flew to the other side, Yeomyeong took up her sword again.

‘You can control the Jugashibi within range…? No, in this case, should we consider it as being able to control everything that the living can reach?’

No matter what they were doing, it was clear that it had something to do with the murderous aura that filled the city. Since Yevgeny and Lvov could not absorb the murderous aura, they had to find its source.

Dawn, who had finished judging, extended her palm towards Yevgeny, who had just finished regenerating.

Yevgeny, who saw the palm, immediately took a fighting stance. Magic? Martial arts? Or another explosion? He soaked up the life force and prepared for the next attack.

However, the attack that Yeomyeong threw with her palm tightly clenched exceeded all expectations.

Boulders that create large shadows over your head.

Yevgeny didn’t know that these were rocks he had kept in his inventory to fill up an underground air base, but he immediately realized that the amount of rocks falling was enough to fill up the entire hypocenter.

Buried alive.

Terrified, he jumped up, carrying Lvov and Dzhugashvili, who had not yet finished regenerating. The sight of him jumping between falling rocks was almost artistic.

But instead of admiring her, Dawn used her telekinesis to pick up the remains of the building that had collapsed a moment ago and the upper body of Jugashvili.

“Stuck.”

[Inom – !!!]

Whether Yevgeny shouted or not, realizing what to do with the debris, Dawn threw the debris and Dzhugashvili at the same time.

Whoosh! The huge piece of debris that had flown away hit Yevgeny’s body directly. It was the moment when Dzhugashvili’s body, which had barely managed to get up, lost its balance.

The next moment, koo-kung…!!

After a thunderous roar that shook the heavens and the earth, Yevgeny and Dzhugashvili were buried under countless stones.

I didn’t say anything like, “Is it over?” because I had a hunch that it wouldn’t be possible to hold onto that boulder for long anyway.

Dawn stared at the red stone tomb she had created for a moment, then took a deep breath to find the source of her life.

My senses were on edge as the thick murderous smell filled my lungs.

Where did this life come from? It wasn’t easy to find because there was so much life, but Dawn was soon able to find her bearings.

There were at least five around. The closest one was about 2km away in the direction of the dimensional gate… It wasn’t as far as I thought.

Dawn checked the stone tomb once more, then jumped straight towards the dimensional gate.

Flash! For a moment, his body accelerated rapidly along with the divine.

Not far away, a small shop with red smoke was visible. Fortunately, all the civilians seemed to have fled, and there was not a single person around.

Dawn landed and entered the store. The haze was so thick that he couldn’t see an inch in front of him. At that time, he was looking inside with his senses instead of his eyes.

Among the vodkas on the store’s liquor display stand, I discovered the source of my sustenance.

An object with a pentagonal emblem depicting a warship and a flag with the words “October Revolution” written inside a palm-sized red star.

While Yeomyeong frowned at what it was, the Sword of Extinction spoke its name.

[The October Revolution Medal… is an artificial relic.]

A medal commemorating the October Revolution, which marked the beginning of the Soviet Union. Although it was not as prestigious as the Order of the Red Banner or the Order of Lenin, it was still quite prestigious.

Of course, Yeomyeong didn’t feel any emotion at all when he saw such a precious medal. Instead, he looked at the medal with a slightly tired expression.

You little red bastards. You make all those medals into holy relics.

Anyway, Dawn, who had approached the medal, breathed mana into it. I was planning to retrieve it from my inventory… .

Shudder.

The sacred object rejected him, as if the god who breathed divinity into it were rejecting him.

What is it? Yeomyeong, who had no idea that an artificial relic would reject her, asked the Myeolgong Seonggeom.

“Anti-communism. Do you understand what this situation is?”

[I don’t know either. To begin with, this medal… was never modified into an artificial relic during Stalin’s lifetime. It was of lower status compared to the Red Banner Medal or the Lenin Medal.]

“… .”

An item made after Stalin’s disappearance… Yeomyeong, who had a bad feeling, grabbed the October Revolutionary Medal. And at that moment, she tried to smash the medal with all her might.

-Squeak.

His senses caught the sight of a large armored vehicle parked in front of the store. He didn’t have to ask who it was. There was only one guy in this city who drove a black infantry fighting vehicle.

Immediately afterwards, a sound was heard that drove a wedge into his conviction: the sound of six footsteps getting out of the armored vehicle.

‘Delta Force…’

No luck. Amidst the thick haze of dawn, a muffled voice was heard.

[Who are you?]

“Who are you? Reveal your identities.”

Instead of an answer, there was a click, a loading sound mixed with the smell of blood.

[We ask the questions. Put down what you are holding and step back.]

“… .”

Yeomyeong considered just throwing the medal away and leaving. After all, this medal was what Delta Force was after.

But it didn’t seem like the guys would let him go easily. If they got into a chase, it would only benefit the Communists. So Yeomyeong carefully put down his medal and stepped back.

And then he asked, changing the illusion of bloody tears covering his face into someone else’s, to be exact, the face of Pasoon when he was a man.

“I have stepped down as requested. May I ask questions now?”

[No, first prove to me that you are not a communist.]

“… .”

How can you prove that you are not a communist with words? As Yeomyeong was about to ask that, the Myeolgong Seonggeom immediately answered like this.

[Stalin is a dog.]

“… .”

[A murderer who killed his revolutionary comrades who participated in the Great Purge and slaughtered innocent civilians! A dictator who monopolized power because he was not satisfied with seizing half of the world! If there had been no Hitler, he would have been the enemy of the world!]

Just as Dawn was looking at the Holy Sword with surprised eyes, I could sense Delta Force being flustered beyond the Azirang. Well, I guess he must have been flustered because he suddenly cursed at Stalin.

They were muttering something among themselves, then asked again.

[Lenin?]

[A bald man who can’t even write a single will properly. The Bolsheviks called themselves the majority, but before they used violence, they had never been the majority!]

[What about Beria?]

[A bald pedophile. A beast who flatters those in power above and spreads fear below! He doesn’t even deserve to be evaluated.]

By this point, even Delta Force seemed to believe that they weren’t communists. After a brief pause, they asked additional questions.

[Ukrainian famine?]

[The Holodomor was a disaster caused by the incompetence of the Communist Party and Stalin! They starved the inhabitants of the most fertile land in the world!]

[What is the motto of the Leningrad Kalinin Polytechnic Research University?]

[Long live the Soviet Union! Polar bears, advance… Ah.]

The moment the Holy Sword fell into a very basic trap, Dawn tightly closed her eyes.

Be that as it may, Delta Force said to him, all guns pointed at him.

[He’s a communist. Shoot him.]

Dawn was really unfair.