There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 789



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EP.789 Symphony No. 10 in E minor, Op. 93 (6)

***

-Approaching Trap 11! Get ready!!

Lieutenant Colonel Duke shouted as he saw Dzhugashvili rushing towards him.

Dzhugashvili’s red eyes turned to him in response to his voice, and Duke immediately used his Sharpshooter and pulled the trigger.

The bullets were fired accurately, aiming for Dzhugashvili’s neck and head. As the bullets drew a long arc, Dzhugashvili swung his bare hands.

It wasn’t much of a response, but the guy’s hand took the bullet instead. Tough kid. Duke immediately turned around and left the position.

“Uraaaaaaaaaaaa – !!!”

Dzhugashvili followed Duke with wide eyes. Duke occasionally turned around and shot at his ankles and knees, but Dzhugashvili only flinched for a moment.

-Ha, you fucking commie bastard.

The moment Duke muttered like that, Dzhugashvili, who was running fast, picked up a sharp stone rolling on the ground and threw it at him. It wasn’t as fast as a bullet, but it was fast enough and had more power than a bullet.

!

A hole was made in his abdomen where the stone had penetrated him. If it weren’t for the Death Knight, it would have killed him instantly. Duke rolled on the floor and screamed.

-Are we there yet!?!

As if responding to the yearning voice, a reply came from the rooftop of a nearby building.

“I’m ready!”

Necromancer Dilla, holding the Wand of Mirri with the World Tree Crystal embedded in it, was waving it like a conductor on the roof of a nearby building.

“Get down!”

The next moment, Dilla waved his hand. The spells prepared along the wand danced, and – bang! – small pieces of bone began to rise throughout the alley.

Thin finger bones, thick shin bones, curved ribs, curved spine, and even the human skull.

All the bones began to intertwine irregularly, forming a large wall. It was too high for even a superhuman to jump over in one go, and too thick for a rocket to break through.

Soon, the completed wall of bones completely blocked the road that Dzhugashvili was running on. Dzhugashvili’s reaction was simple.

The guy started screaming and beating the bone wall, but when he realized he couldn’t break it, he started climbing up the wall. And that was the trap the elf had set.

“Tie it up!”

At the elf’s command, Dilla moved her spell. The next moment, the wall of bones moved with a thud-! and grabbed the limbs of Jugashvili who was climbing the wall.

Dzhugashvili tried to get away from the wall with a scream, but before he could, the elf on the roof threw the bomb. As expected of a terrorist, the bomb had been timed precisely and flew away – exploding in front of Dzhugashvili.

!!!!

The upper body of Jugashvili, who had been hit by the explosion right in front of his nose, exploded. Blood poured out in a spurt, and part of the bone wall that had been holding him back shook and crumbled.

Kugu palace…!

Immediately after that, Jugashvili was crushed under a huge amount of bones.

The elf jumped down from the rooftop, holding the necromancer in her arms. Whirl! The two, slowed down by the wind, landed lightly on the ground, while the Duke stood up.

-With this, all roads leading to the terminal are blocked. We should be able to hold out for at least twenty minutes.

Instead of responding to his words, Somi-ri was startled when she saw his punctured abdomen.

“Are you okay?”

-You mean this wound? It’s okay.

Duke waved his hand as if it was nothing, then spoke as he replaced the magazine.

-By the way, something is a bit strange.

“It’s a bit strange to talk like you’re fine when you have a hole in your stomach.”

-Other than that, I mean other parts.

“What about other parts?”

-These kids, there are too many of them.

Duke spoke, looking toward the city beyond the wall of bones. Even if there was one in each area where the life force was radiating, adding the six who fought against the thousand or so, there were more than twenty.

This was no different from the largest deployment of force since the Cuban incident, and the number confirmed by wiretapping radio transmissions throughout the city was twice that.

– Thirty to forty Dzhugashvili… This is an absurd number. When I was alive, the estimated number of Dzhugashvili held by the Soviet Union was less than three digits.

“Certainly, there are a strangely large number.”

Elf, Somiri nodded. It seemed easy because of the dawn, but in fact, raising Jugashvili was close to a madness carried out on a national level.

It was like that from the very beginning. It was a killing martial art that could only be learned by becoming familiar with modern martial arts that were faster and stronger. However, there were less than ten people in history who started that way and reached perfection.

Most of them are just monsters that lose their sense of reason and are eaten to survive.

Yes, to put it bluntly, Jugashibili was a martial art full of flaws. It couldn’t be mastered unless you were a talented superhuman, and even if you did master it, most people would go berserk and lose their senses… It was a failed martial art.

This beggar, who was able to be fostered thanks to that ignorant strength, the symbolism of Stalin’s martial arts, and the great national power of the Soviet Union, would have been abandoned long ago if it were a normal country.

What more can be said, since the number of Dzhugashvili remaining at the time of the collapse of the Soviet Union was less than twenty?

Anyway, Duke continued talking, tuning the radio frequency.

-Martial arts are ultimately just techniques… It’s possible that a new Jugashvili training method has emerged.

“Isn’t the current Moscow in a position to do that?”

The fact that there was not a single Soviet person in the top ten at the time was proof of this. Moscow was nothing more than a maggot eating the corpse of the former glory of the Soviet Union.

A new stock city, that would be impossible…

Then the Duke broke her thoughts.

-Elf Lady. In a system competition, power is not important.

“… .”

-If we can show that our system is superior to the enemy’s system, we can squeeze the people at any time. Even when starving children were rolling around on the roadside, the communists made rockets rather than bread.

“that….”

-There is no need to deny it. This part is the same in my country. And…

Duke, whose voice trailed off, looked up at the sky. The sky was filled with a red haze like smog.

-There’s one more thing that’s strange. Over there, that living thing.

Soemiri turned her head to follow his hand and asked.

“Why live?”

-Hasn’t it definitely grown since we first moved?

“… .”

I didn’t notice it because of the darkness of the night, but when I looked again, it seemed like that was the case. Not only was there no night view, but the moon wasn’t even visible.

The strangely large number of stocks and the ever-increasing number of murders… That was the moment when Somiri felt a strange sense of foreboding.

The voice of Dawn was heard over Duke’s radio, which was tuned to the frequency.

[Ah, ah, this is dawn. Colonel Duke. Please respond. Are you alright?]

-It’s fine, except for the hole in the stomach. What about you?

[I’m fine, except I got shot by Delta Force. Can you explain the current situation?]

Shot by Delta Force? Duke nodded as Soemiri frowned.

-It’s okay. This side has finished the evacuation of civilians as originally planned. Please explain the situation on your side.

[Yes, then first of all, the identity of Lvov, the representative of the Apollo City Communist Party…]

The explanation of the dawn that started like that was a series of shocks.

Trotsky’s grandson and Stalin’s grandson holding hands, artificial relics that emanate life, and the fact that the CIA and the Communists’ true goal is the Cold War.

There wasn’t a single normal story, but Duke surprisingly accepted it calmly. Well, when was a communist ever normal?

Anyway, Duke, who had been thinking about what Yeomyeong had said for a while, suddenly said this.

-Listen carefully, Thousand. As you already know, the Reds are basically swindlers. They never reveal the whole plan until it’s done.

[… .]

Dawn did not deny it. Bykov, Kim Philby, Beria… even Stalin, all the commies he had met were like that.

-I think if Yevgeny’s goal is really the Cold War… it will never end like this.

[Are you saying that killing children and investing this much in stock market capitalization is not enough?]

– It’s not enough. It’s not enough to go back to the days when we were growling at each other with nukes pointed at each other’s throats.

[… .]

-Keep in mind the possibility of using nuclear weapons or something similar.

These were the words of a soldier on the front lines of the Cold War. Duke continued speaking as the dawn fell silent over the radio.

– It may be a groundless worry, but you should always assume the worst when dealing with the Reds. You retrieve the artifact as quickly as possible. We will go to Delta Force.

[To Delta Force?]

-We have to stop this fucking fight from getting any more life. Since we don’t know what they want, we have to do everything we can to stop them.

As he said that, Duke looked towards the center of the city. The place where Delta Force and Corvus were fighting was so thick with murderous intent that it could be distinguished from the surroundings.

***

Delta Force, more often referred to by their title of captain than by their name, pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Thud, thud, thud – !!

The latest automatic shotgun sprayed hundreds of specially treated steel balls in just two seconds. It was only natural that Dzhugashvili’s body on the other side was reduced to a rag.

But he didn’t stop there, he rushed at Dzhugashvili, blocked his opponent’s counterattack with his tattered hands, put the gun in his mouth and – fired.

Thud-!!

Jugashvili’s head was smashed like a watermelon. A thick murderous aura gripped his flesh, but the captain paid no attention and shouted at the other Delta Force members.

“Logiver! Stake!”

Soon, his Logiver, the Delta Force, took out a fist-sized nail from his chest pocket and threw it. Bam! The captain caught the nail, poured mana into it with all his might, and plunged it straight into Jugashvili’s heart.

!

Jugashvili’s body, which had lost its head, trembled. The nail he had inserted just a moment ago was enchanted to emit a strong alkaline gas.

In simple terms, it meant that it emits a toxic gas that dissolves any protein it comes into contact with.

Even with invincible regenerative powers, it would take at least ten minutes to neutralize the poison gas that spreads directly from the heart to the entire body.

The captain, who was looking down at the fluttering Dzhugashvili, immediately raised his automatic shotgun and started shooting at the next Dzhugashvili.

!!!

Fire-spitting guns, blood and flesh scattered on the floor.

Blood splattered on Delta Force’s faceplates, and the haze around them grew thicker, but Delta Force continued to fight.

Pride and anger simmered between the trigger fingers, for they were proof that America had escaped the nightmare of Dzhugashvili.

It’s already been half a century since the first appearance of Jugashvili.

Delta Force, with its advanced technology and martial arts, was confident that it could defeat the perfect Dzhugashvili. Let alone the runaway Dzhugashvili, who wasn’t even a perfect Dzhugashvili!

Four more Dzhugashvili barged in, making a total of ten Dzhugashvili surrounding them, but they paid no attention. In fact, they pulled the trigger even more happily.

What are you afraid of when you can kill more commies?

Of course, the captain kept his cool during all this. They didn’t always have a Browning that could refill its ammunition, and they had to count the number of bullets left in case of an emergency.

‘About half of the bullets left.’

With the Jugashvili Net half-dead, it seemed like he could finish them off before they were all used up. He placed Delta Force, which had shotgun shells left, in the front, while he stepped back and pulled out his grenade launcher.

The moment he activates his martial arts and aims for the head of Dzhugashvili, possessed by Yevgeny, and shoots him.

-Wait, stop!

Three unidentified people intervened in the fight. Two women and a man armed with a US military firearm. They approached Delta Force while shooting at the nearby Cyclops as if they were not enemies.

Looking closer, the man’s attire seemed familiar. It was the old US military uniform he had worn when he was a freshman.

It was hard to recognize him right away because his abdomen was wrapped tightly in bandages, but it was definitely an old military uniform. The Delta Force leader lowered his gun and looked at the man who had intervened in the fight.

[Who are you?]

-Stop fighting and fall back! This battle is a trap set by the communists!

[What the hell are you talking about… Tell me your rank and full name. Otherwise I will consider you an enemy.]

As he lowered his voice, the two women standing behind him stepped back, feeling stung. They weren’t even elves, so why were they reacting like that?

Anyway, the man wearing the old US military uniform explained calmly.

-There is a tremendous amount of murderous intent being created by this fight. It is highly likely that this is the Reds’ plan, so stop fighting and retreat immediately!

The captain said as he checked the other Delta Force units engaging Jugashvili.

[No way. If we back off, these Jaganashvili will fall for the civilians.]

-The path to the terminal is blocked on our side, and our colleagues are also in the direction of the dimensional gate and the central accommodations. If you are so worried about the civilians, retreat west and take care of the civilians who were unable to evacuate!

[… .]

At that moment, a jugashvili rushed towards them. The captain fired a grenade at the guy and said,

[Official rank and name.]

-I can’t say.

[Then get out of here immediately. The command here is…]

At that moment, the man in the old military uniform cut off his words.

– Aren’t you the same as me who can’t tell us our ranks and names? Because we are forbidden from mentioning our ranks and names.

[… .]

-Instead, this will suffice. Anyone who draws a gun must be prepared to be shot.

The captain unconsciously tightened his grip on the gun. What came out of the man’s mouth was the true meaning of Sharpshooter.

More than anything, it is proof that he is an American soldier.

[… You were my senior.]

-We’ll discuss seniority later, but for now, let’s step aside. There’s someone on our side who can absorb the life energy, so we should stop fighting until we can use him to remove the life energy from the city.

[… .]

The captain was troubled. Of course, the trouble didn’t last long. It was more unpleasant to be used in the red’s plan than to not be able to kill the red.

Click, just as he was about to turn on the communicator on his helmet and order the rest of the Delta Force to retreat.

Dzhugashvili, whose lower body was blown off by a grenade, spoke. In the voice of none other than Yevgeny.

[It’s too late. You little bastards.]

[… .]

[And thank you. Thanks to you, I was able to gather the living much faster than expected.]

Before the captain could raise his gun, the blonde woman who had been following him moved. Bang! She kicked Dzhugashvili’s head so hard that it sounded like a cannon shot.

[ha ha ha!!]

For a moment, the disembodied head bursts into laughter, followed by the sound of Delta Force gunfire.

In the direction of the stone tomb where Dawn had thrown Lvov, a gigantic being rose up.

***

In front of the Apollo City Dimensional Gate Customs Office.

Lashik and Siri stood on the customs wall, looking down at the road where refugees were streaming in.

Contrary to the group’s expectations that the Reds would naturally target this place, no Jugashvili were found chasing the refugees.

The typified murderous spirit filled the sky, but that was it. Looking at the murderous spirit blooming in the distance in the central city, perhaps they were fighting over there.

“Hey, I prepared this for nothing.”

As Rashik muttered in a sullen voice, Siri, who was looking in the same direction from the side, poked her in the side.

“Don’t you know that if you say something like that, you’ll be in real trouble?”

“Hey, that’s all superstition.”

“… .”

“Think about it. Do you think that the saint said, “I won’t even shake hands with a thousand men!” and that’s why she became the second? She got hit in the butt, and shot at me! That’s why she became the second.”

What’s with the butt? Siri squinted her eyes or not, and Rashik continued to babble.

“What can we learn from this? Actions speak louder than words. If you keep singing the song Brother-in-law, Brother-in-law, you’ll be outdone even by a crow that clucks its beak.”

“… Rashik. Are you crazy?”

“Oh, I wish I was crazy. I prepared so hard, but now I can’t do anything and just watch the refugees…”

“… .”

“Yeah, well, it’s nice to be comfortable. But it’s a bit… not like I can’t do important work in Seongdo, Korea, and here… right? Huh? If I do this, that bastard, Cheon-myeong-do, will only see me as a potion shuttle.”

Rashik sighed deeply after saying that. Siri stopped kicking Rashik’s buttocks like the saint had done.

Do you agree with what Rashik said? No.

Because of something that raises its body far away, in the city center.

“uh…?”

It looked like a mass of red flesh. It looked like the face of a newborn baby, or like an egg just hatching.

But whatever it was, it was big.

Enough to stand alongside the tallest buildings in Apollo City, and visible to all the refugees streaming into customs.

… was big.

Lashik, who was blankly staring at it, asked Siri, who was holding the sword handle tightly.

“I, I didn’t reveal that by opening my mouth, did I?”

“Actions speak louder than words.”

“uh….”

“I don’t know what it is, but I have a bad feeling about it. Let’s take action first…”

The moment Siri took hold of the sword, it spoke.

[The Communists.]

It had no mouth, but it spoke with such clarity – in the voice of Lviv.

[It is considered contemptible to conceal one’s views and intentions.]

***

Dawn, who had retrieved the fifth relic, stopped walking in the air.

Because of the words spoken by Lviv in the distant, living mass.

[Communists! Their goal is to overthrow all existing social order by force…]

“… openly declare that this can only be achieved by overthrowing it.”

Dawn knew very well what that meant and where it was written.

The last paragraph of the Communist Manifesto, first published by Marx in London in 1848.

[Let the ruling classes tremble before the communist revolution!]

“…the proletariat has nothing to lose from the revolution except its chains.”

[What you get is the whole world.]

“[Proletarians of the world-]”

Unite. Dawn swallowed those words, but Lvov said something completely different.

[Kill him.]

With that gruesome declaration, the murderous aura that had enveloped the city descended.

Towards all who live beneath it.

Life had engulfed the city, and it had been exactly 35 minutes.