There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 791



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EP.791 Symphony No. 10 in E minor, Op. 93 (8)

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The warrior’s martial art, 1-second style.

Following the horizontal swing of the Holy Sword of Annihilation, a long horizontal line was drawn across the world.

[What the heck is this martial art-]

Before the shocked Lvov could even finish his sentence, the shock of the sword energy came rushing towards him.

!!

The beginning was a murderous aura that covered the sky. Immediately after the impact, as if the sky was split in half, everything within the range of the sword energy began to split in half.

A huge mass of life, a tall building, and the astonishing city of Lviv.

[Cough – !]

Suddenly, behind Lvov, whose lower and upper bodies were separated, a part of the building that had been severed began to fall.

This much power with just one swordsmanship? Lvov was not surprised. He said as he regenerated his severed spine.

[Is that your true martial arts? A sword that splits the world in half… There is no reactionary like this. What kind of revolutionary would harbor such true intentions?]

“… .”

Instead of answering, Dawn swung her sword once more.

[But no matter how great the swordsmanship is, it is useless against Jugashvili-]

Lvov, who was spouting typical lines, couldn’t finish his words. Because the sword that Dawn was swinging wasn’t just one.

One, two, three, five, ten, twenty-

As if he was cutting a slate, the Holy Sword of Extinction drew horizontal lines in succession. Only then did confusion appear on Rivov’s face.

It was not only because it was firing continuously with such power, but also because Dawn’s actions were actions that broke common sense.

Although there may be differences between martial arts, all martial arts have a recoil. Each type of martial art has its own stance and principles for controlling that recoil.

But there was nothing like that in the martial arts of dawn.

Could this be a martial art created by barbarians thousands of years ago? All you have to do is hold the sword with both hands and swing it sideways, while shooting out sword energy with incomprehensible logic!

In Lvov’s view, the martial arts had to be cast over a period of at least a few seconds. Not in the general case, but only for those who had the talent and skill to learn the martial arts.

But… Dawn had already fired nearly a hundred sword blasts. It was like a madman cutting up his own body.

And his prediction was right. The body of Dawn, swinging the sword, was screaming.

Every time the Sword of Extermination drew a horizontal line, bones would crack and blood vessels would burst. Mana would disappear like water pouring out of a fallen cup as a bonus.

But the dawn did not stop. The murderous intent overflowing from all sides and the hostility towards the opponent made it possible.

[Complete form of Jakushvili… He writes diligently on the topic of reaction…!]

At that moment, a black sword passed over Lvov’s chin, as if telling him not to play with his mouth.

Lviv laughed wildly, regenerating his severed jaw.

[Okay, if you like violence that much, show me!]

Soon, Kugu-kung-!! The mass of life surrounding Rivov began to transform into a fist. It was a fist of such enormous size that the word god came to mind.

It was an overwhelming sight that could be seen from anywhere in the city, but Dawn calmly stopped his sword and changed direction in the air. He stopped his sword, raised his hand to shoulder height, and ‘aimed’ at Lvov.

A typical stabbing posture.

You want to charge straight at me? The incensed Lvov shouted, his fists outstretched.

[I’ll purge you as much as you want!!!]

The next moment, the warrior’s martial arts second form and his murderous fist collided.

A circular shockwave erupted around the two people. The impact was so great that the surrounding ripples rippled like a lake where a rock had fallen. The shockwave was so huge that it felt as if the entire sky was rippling.

[this guy…!]

Lvov and Cheon-yeom-in glared at each other with their fists and swords outstretched. In the brief moment between them, their red-tinted eyes met.

Phew!

Lvov’s upper body split open as if it was exploding, leaving a large hole. In contrast, Yeomyeong’s legs were slightly twisted, but she maintained her sword-outstretched posture.

You were pushed out of power…?

Lvov stared at Dawn with disbelief, but the blood flowing from his holed chest was an undeniable reality.

Levoff slowly tried to figure out the situation while regenerating his body. The moment he thought that there might be something in the Red Star martial arts that he didn’t know about, he moved his fist again.

A single word from Dawn touched his senses.

“Purges are carried out by superiors on inferiors. Hitler’s Night of the Long Knives was like that, Stalin’s Great Purge… Yezhovsina was like that.”

[… .]

“So, Lvov. What you’re doing now isn’t a purge.”

[What, what?]

Lviv barely managed to regain his senses, but the words that followed broke his senses.

“I will do the purge.”

As the angry fists and swords moved again, the whole city trembled with murderous intent.

***

[Who! Who! Are you going to purge!?]

Whether he had been properly provoked by Dawn’s provocation or not, Lvov’s voice was shaking violently.

Of course, the actions that followed were not light. The mass of life he was swinging was rushing toward the dawn at a fast speed like a rocket. When I heard the sound of the air trembling, it was clear that it contained the power to change the terrain.

But instead of panicking, Dawn calmly unleashed the warrior’s martial arts. Following the blow that pierced through space, a thunderclap rang out, and a large hole was made in Levov’s fist.

Of course, Lviv didn’t stop there. The hollow fist was played in real time, crushing the entire city where Dawn was.

Quagmirak-!!

Buildings collapsed and roads were turned upside down in a single blow. The force was comparable to that of a surface-to-air missile, but Dawn had long since left the range of his fist.

[Something like a bug!]

Lviv couldn’t hide his anger. The guy kept moving his fleshy mass and aimed for Yeomyeong, but Yeomyeong continued to dodge his punches by displaying the martial arts of a warrior.

The confrontation between the two people that started like that became simpler and simpler. Rivov destroyed the surroundings to hit the living lump, and Yeomyeong continued to swing the warrior’s martial arts at Rivov.

The sight of the city shaking, the collapsing buildings, and the surging murderous intent mixed together reminded me of old monster movies. And in that they both endlessly regenerate their wounds, the battle between the two was no different from a fight between real giant monsters.

And how much time has passed?

By the time the downtown area where the two men had been fighting had become a ruin, and dozens of holes had formed in the mass of life.

Levoff noticed something strange.

It was because Red Star’s response was so skillful, if not familiar. It wasn’t just that he had a lot of experience fighting Jugashvili. This was… like he had fought a giant monster many times.

He later recalled that Red Star had fought a giant lump of ‘Bleeding Man’ in Sydney, Australia, but the truth was much more than that.

Dawn has killed giant monsters, giant commies at that, time and time again. Beria, who was supposed to become the blood god, and Kim Il-sung, the giant of the abandoned world – they all fell to his hands.

And this time it will be the same.

‘now.’

The moment Lviv’s offensive stalled, Dawn changed direction and flew straight towards the mass of life.

To be exact, it headed towards the hole that the mass of life had not yet regenerated. The hole that the warrior’s martial arts 2-second method had made was only a small pinhole compared to the size of the mass of life, but it was enough.

Dawn stuck the Holy Sword of Extermination into the hole and unleashed the martial arts skills she had prepared.

Comet Sword.

Amid the red-tinted night sky, the light of stars burst out.

[What-?!]

Despite his surprised expression, Livov quickly assessed the situation. He realized that the moves Dawn had made so far were just a trick for this one time, and that the light was a powerful enough blow to kill him in one hit.

But there was only one thing he could do: gather all the life force around him and resist.

The next moment, the mass of life blocked the comet’s light from penetrating inside. For a moment that seemed like a flash to others, Dawn and Lviv pushed each other’s power away.

And in the moment when the flash ended, one side was pushed away. The barely maintained balance collapsed – and the blocked power exploded.

The winner was the light of the comet.

[no!]

Lviv tried to move his body in the killing energy, but it was too late. The Comet Sword’s sword energy, which had been squeezing out Dawn’s mana, disintegrated not only his body, but even the tangible mass of killing energy.

***

“Did you defeat it?”

The necromancer, Dilla, who was watching the battle between Dawn and Lvov from afar, muttered as follows.

It was not an appropriate word to use at a time when the stock price was approaching double digits.

Soon, Lieutenant Colonel Duke stopped firing at the advancing Dzhugashvili and struck her in the waist.

-Stop talking nonsense!

Dilla turned her head as if she was being wronged, but closed her mouth as soon as she saw the other Delta Force members glaring at her.

Even the elves shook their heads, and the one who was called the captain of Delta Force spoke.

[Is that woman also a former US soldier?]

-No, he’s a criminal caught stealing a sandwich.

[… .]

Whether Delta Force looked at her with pity or not, Dilla felt utterly insulted. How dare she mention a sandwich!

But he couldn’t even utter a complaint, let alone object, because the torn Lviv screamed.

[Ah- Ah- Ah-!!]

A scream so loud it echoed throughout the city.

***

In his shattered mind, Rivoff suddenly remembered the words that Kim Philby had left behind as he fled.

-The red star is his true successor.

At first, I thought it was the nonsense of a loser who served Beria.

Just as he betrayed his country and joined the Soviet Union, he abandoned the punished Beria and switched to another master – that’s what I thought.

But when he came face to face with the crimson haze of the red star that was different from others, he felt an ominous feeling.

The ominous feeling is that the Red Star, wielding a stronger Dzhugashvili than Yevgeny, might be closer to him.

Lvov swallowed the ominous feeling deep inside. It was he and Yevgeny who won this revolution.

The fact that he was still alive, barely a skull left, was proof of that. No matter how great the power of the Red Star was… it could not kill him. And time was on his side.

After hundreds of Dzhugashvili were born, what could the Red Star do?

‘Yes, revolution is achieved by the power of the many, not by individuals.’

Having thus gathered himself, Lviv shouted as he regenerated his body within the huge mass of life surrounding him.

[Fight, kill! New born Dzhugashvili! Live more! Create Dzhugashvili! Complete the revolution!]

***

At the same time, in Moscow.

Deep inside the Palace of the Soviets, made from metal looted from the dwarves.

In a space lined with dozens of artificial relics, the self-proclaimed Yevgeny Stalin sat in meditation.

He sat in the center of the artificial relic with his eyes closed, and not a single ant was moving around him. What he was doing at the moment required a high level of concentration.

Controlling the Jugashivili beyond dimensions.

Just as the Red Star had put its true colors into Dzhugashvili, he had also achieved his own unique realm by breathing his true colors into Dzhugashvili.

The trade-off was that he was barely able to move while using this technique… but it was a minor drawback compared to his ability to manipulate dozens of Zugashvili like limbs.

Anyway, now he was fighting Delta Force on one side and destroying the city on the other, and he was one step closer to the success of the revolution.

The strength of the Red Star was unexpected, but victory was within reach.

The only possible failure was a nuclear missile, but even that was within the expected range. The prestige of the United States firing a nuclear missile at its own territory could not have been the same, and above all, Lviv, who was determined to kill, could not be killed even with a nuclear weapon.

Yeah, he already won.

As the next sun rises, the Cold War will begin again, and he will succeed his grandfather as the Stalin of this era.

A realm that neither the Chinese Communist Party, which collapsed on its own, nor the reactionaries beyond the dimensional gate, nor even Beria, who wanted to become a god, could reach.

Yevgeny smiled. He smiled as he imagined himself wearing the new secretary’s Venus medal. But his smile didn’t last long.

Because of a single piece of intelligence brought by a subordinate.

[The 10th level has passed the dimensional gate.]