There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 793



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EP.793 Symphony No. 10 in E minor, Op. 93 (10)

***

[Unit reloads. Vehicles provide cover and move forward with flamethrowers.]

[from now on.]

By the time Delta Force had blocked the alley where the Jugashvili were swarming and were roasting them to death.

Somiri, who was adding wind magic to the flamethrower, was lost in thought.

It wasn’t the unpleasant murderous aura that pierced through her breath, or the bullets that had run out. It was the Delta Force itself that she was fighting alongside that made her head throbbing.

Even though we’re fighting together now… what about after we clear out the communists in this city?

‘We will definitely become enemies.’

It was a certainty beyond doubt. Unlike the kind and quirky Americans that Yeomyeong had met so far, there was no way to communicate with them.

The notoriety of Delta Force built up in Berlin during the Cold War proved it.

How much blood was shed by Delta Force in the city that was the front line of communism and capitalism, and which a high-ranking Soviet official himself called “the West’s balls that we squeeze whenever we want to hear the West scream”?

Half of the tragedies lumped together in German history books as ‘accidental armed conflicts’ were caused by Delta Force, so there was no need to say more… .

… Anyway, thanks to that, Soemiri couldn’t even take out the elf treasure, Maglfin’s Sword, or the wand with the World Tree crystal embedded in it.

Because the moment they found out she was an elf, their guns would definitely be turned in her direction.

‘Should we just hit this side first?’

Soemiri was fiddling with the last remaining bomb, thinking. One or two Delta Force members… If they can at least neutralize the combat vehicles, they won’t be able to stop Jugashvili like they are now. Yeomyeong may not like it, but wouldn’t it be the right comrade’s attitude to deal with them before they point their guns at Yeomyeong?

Let’s throw it.

The very moment when Somi-ri was preparing herself while watching Duke’s expression.

!!!

Across the city, something exploded. It was nothing like the explosions of martial arts, it was purely the explosion of modern weapons.

What’s going on? As the surprised Miri turned her head, hiding the bomb, the Delta Force captain who was looking in the same direction spoke.

[Hellfire… we are allies.]

Then another Delta Force member asked:

[Did the helicopter take off? Looks like there’s a field commander with some sense of humor.]

[No, that wasn’t fired by the Apollo City military. The warhead showed a mana reaction when it exploded.]

[Moses Warhead? Then surely-]

Just then, a familiar voice came over Delta Force’s radio channel.

[Ah, ah- Delta Force. This is Lieutenant General Peter Austin.]

America’s Big Three, Browning. Upon hearing that voice, not only the captain, but even the Delta Force firing the flamethrowers flinched and trembled in response.

[Delta Force A Squadron 6, listening.]

[What is the current situation?]

[Currently engaged in combat with Dzhugashvili at the request of the Apollo City Garrison. The location is an alley from Washington Road to Nixon Boulevard. The enemy engaged is Dzhugashvili 9.]

[Need distribution?]

[Yes, I would like to request a resupply. I currently have about 20% of my ammo remaining.]

A conversation between soldiers with no frills. The moment Dilla, who had been listening, turned his head as if he was suddenly wondering what kind of supplies it was, the captain suddenly started reciting the specifications of various bullets.

7.62mm high-explosive incendiary rounds, mana-coated 25x59mm grenades and argon-886 propellant rounds, suppressed regenerative chlorine rounds, etc… Except for the 40x46mm airburst grenade, they were all special bullets that were not commonly used.

And right after Lt. Col. Duke noticed that they were all bullets used by Delta Force and shouted that he wanted to be supplied with armor-piercing bullets.

The movements of the stock market have changed.

The guys who had been blindly rushing towards Delta Force, believing in their regenerative powers, all stopped walking and looked towards the center of the city.

The sight of him turning his head while covered in flames from a flamethrower was somehow unrealistic and eerie. It was enough to make even Somi-ri, a fellow communist, look serious.

Delta Force actually used the time they had to reload wisely, but… the story changed when the Jugashbilis started to run away with their comrades who had been reduced to pieces of meat.

Those crazy guys retreat? The surprised Delta Force quickly got on their armored vehicles and tried to chase them.

thud!!

A man in military uniform landed in an alleyway, right in front of a Delta Force combat vehicle to be exact.

An appearance as sudden as the first radio transmission.

“browning….”

Browning opened the subspace, saying, “I don’t care if Somiri and Delta Force are surprised once more.

“The bullets you requested will be supplied immediately, in abundance.”

Browning’s words were not empty words, for in the space he opened up, bullets of all kinds rained down.

There was no need for words. The Delta Force quickly began to move bullets and grenades to the vehicle. While Dilla, who had been watching, also moved the bullets in a panic, Browning spoke again.

“A Squadron. Do you know the location of the old air force base in this city?”

The captain answered, loading a new magazine into his grenade launcher rifle.

[Are you talking about the demolished place?]

“Yes, there. From now on, I plan to drive that living monster there and kill it. And in the process, I expect all the Jugashvili in the city to come and stop me.”

[I guess our role is to handle that stock market.]

Browning nodded.

“If you can kill them, it would be best to kill them… but that would be difficult in a situation where life and death are at stake. Focus on stopping them rather than killing them, but proceed in a way that stops as many as possible.”

The Delta Force, unaware that this was an operation by Dawn, gave a brief salute to indicate that they would follow orders. Regardless, Browning added one more thing that Delta Force had not expected.

“And, with the exception of the Jugashvili, let’s minimize civilian casualties.”

[Then what about the communists who have been consumed by life?]

Browning glared, as if he had expected that.

“The civilians I’m talking about are all citizens except for the Zugashvili. Even if they are citizens addicted to life, let’s end them by shooting their ankles if possible.”

[… .]

“No objections will be permitted. Do you understand?”

The next moment, a small sense of anxiety or discontent spread through Delta Force, enough to be noticed even by the sergeant. Of course, it did not lead to any direct action. No matter how much they hated the communists, they were soldiers who obeyed orders.

[…I will follow your orders.]

The conversation ended there. The Delta Force, who had loaded all their ammunition into their vehicles, prepared for battle again. New magazines were loaded into their guns, and the armored vehicle’s engine roared.

But Browning did not leave. He turned his head and looked at Lieutenant Colonel Duke.

There were complex emotions in his eyes as he looked at his senior who had become a Death Knight, and he was holding a bundle of armor-piercing bullets in his hand.

“There is no place for civilians in this battle. You must immediately take the west road and retreat to the customs office in front of the dimensional gate.”

Browning handed Duke the armor-piercing shells and said to Somi’s ears, ‘If you go west, you can join the rest of the party.’

Duke, who had also taken the bullet, must have guessed what was going on and gave a brief salute to Browning.

-For the Republic.

An old slogan that has become so worn out that few people even remember it anymore. Browning smiled and recited the refrain without realizing it.

“With honor to the end.”

***

That’s when Browning moved Delta Force and his clones gathered the relics.

The main body of the dawn was relentlessly pushing towards Lviv.

His appearance as he tore, cut, pierced, and exploded a mass of flesh a hundred times larger than his own body was comparable to that of the first warrior who fought the Demon King.

Of course, Lvov didn’t just sit back and let it happen. He was also a superman who had reached Dzhugashvili. As the fight with Dawn dragged on, he became more and more adept at living.

Unlike the beginning when he had transformed himself into a fist-shaped thing at best, the proof was that he now created and swung close to ten hands.

Each hand was as thick and long as a train, and was threatening enough to shatter the outer walls of the surrounding buildings with just a brush.

But Lviv’s hand could not reach Dawn. The speed of Dawn flying through the air was too fast. His body jumping between the sacred platforms was as dazzling as the fluttering dandelion seeds.

[Stop acting like a fly and come and fight me right now! Aren’t you ashamed of the name of Red Star?]

The frustration of being wasted turns into anger, and the anger turns into a scream mixed with murderous intent.

Livov was already half-out of his mind, furious. Regardless, Dawn steadily swung her sword. Every time his body was shot like a bullet, the Holy Sword of Extinction left scars on the fleshy mass and Livov inside it.

And at some point, slap! The warrior’s martial arts 1-second technique cut through Levov’s neck. Blood gushed out from Levov’s mouth as he screamed, and he swung his hand with an even more angry expression.

Kwakwakwang – !! The poor building collapsed after being hit by a hand. With the concrete dust mixing with the flesh, Yeomyeong quickly retreated and checked the surroundings.

The road I had walked while fighting against Lvov was completely destroyed, as if it had been hit by some kind of artillery fire. I couldn’t even imagine how much property damage there had been.

Wouldn’t it be like hundreds of billions of dollars worth of money were broken?

But Dawn didn’t care. The city’s recovery was a concern for the United States and its insurance companies, and the real destruction hadn’t even begun yet.

[Now just die! I’m telling you to die!!]

Meanwhile, Lviv had quickly closed the distance between him and Dawn. Perhaps he thought that his hands alone were not enough, as the ten hands that had grown out of the mass of life were holding something similar to a sword, but closer to a club.

A weapon made to live… the same way as Beria, who made weapons with armament serum.

Is it just the imagination of the Reds that is missing, or is Lviv also becoming a sacred place for life?

[The communists lack imagination.]

At the same time that the Holy Sword of Myeolgong, the ‘true sacred spirit of life’, grumbled, ten clubs rained down on Yeomyeong. Faster and stronger – it was a fierce attack that was no different from the compilation of modern martial arts.

Dawn did not dodge the sword, but instead swung the Holy Sword of Extinction against it. The sword energy that had originated from the warrior’s martial arts exploded out and collided with the ten clubs.

!!!

The result was a draw. The sword energy of Dawn scattered ten clubs, but the difference in mass was too great. Dawn, who was pushed back in strength, fell to the ground in a parabolic arc. He rolled down the asphalt road, and only after colliding with a poor streetlight was he able to stop.

The Holy Sword of Extermination cried out as if asking why he didn’t dodge but instead confronted it head-on. Of course, if it was a normal sword and not a Holy Sword, it would have been a bloody clash that would have broken it, so it was a natural reaction.

In reality, Yeomyeong’s wrist, which was not the Holy Sword, was already broken. Tsk, Yeomyeong got up from her seat, using the Holy Sword as a cane.

Meanwhile, boom! boom! The mass of life from Lviv was rushing towards him. Dawn said, estimating the distance between him and the city center, and the master’s mana.

“I guess it’s just about 3km more to go.”

Lviv didn’t understand what that meant, because of the missile that suddenly fell on his head.

Kwaaaaang – !!!

Five anti-tank missiles, each over two meters long. The explosions, concentrated in exactly the same spot, were enough to knock Lvov out of his living mass.

Cough! After spitting out a handful of blood, Levov looked at the place where he felt the mana. On the roof of a building not far away, a familiar American was pointing his hand at him.

[browning…!]