There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 794



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EP.794 Symphony No. 10 in E minor, Op. 93 (11)

***

Facing the US’ top 10, Lviv clenched his teeth.

Those incompetent CIA bastards, they managed to get the Big Three to cross the dimensional gate.

But nothing changed. Just because the 10th power came, the city’s overflowing murderous spirit didn’t disappear. Now, he was confident that he could survive even if he was hit by a nuclear weapon.

‘Time is on my side.’

Another missile landed on top of Lvov’s head, who had just finished making a quick decision. Lvov defended his body with three of his ten hands, while he picked up the debris from the collapsed building with the remaining hands.

And- throw.

It was nothing more than a concrete block, but the mass and speed of the stone block were enough to be called a weapon in itself. Kwaaang! As the debris fell on the spot where Browning had been standing, a sound as bloody as a missile rang out.

Of course, Browning had already avoided the attack. Lvov was not sorry. There was no way he could have caught the top 10 with such tricks in the first place. What he was aiming for was a check.

A deterrent to prevent Red Star and Browning from attacking together.

The next moment, as he had expected, a red star flew in.

[You fucking reactionary bastard.]

Lviv waved his hand roughly. This time, the dawn’s sword energy and the ten swords clashed again. But for some reason, the dawn didn’t fly away like before.

He was pushed back. But instead of falling to the ground, he skillfully regained his position in the air.

[… .]

When he saw the faint smile on his face, Rivov felt a slight creepiness. He realized that just as his ability to control life was growing, so was the ability of the dawn to grow.

What on earth is this kid?

Even though his head was pounding because he was alive, Lviv racked his brain to figure out the identity of Dawn. Unusual cutting and stabbing, and unusual talent… This is…

Just before he could recall the truth, Yevgeny’s voice ringing in his head interrupted Lvov’s thoughts.

[Rivov! The Red Star is stealing the holy relic! Protect the holy relic now!]

[what?]

The red star is here, what’s the sound-

The moment Lviv unconsciously turned his head, he saw an enormous murderous aura rising from the other side of the city. It was an amount of murderous aura that would not make sense unless it was a collection of artificial relics.

No way, a clone?

Lviv turned his head and looked at Dawn. The smile on his face seemed to have a completely different meaning.

[Inom!!!]

Lviv rushed straight to the dawn. It was a bad idea to chase the clone now. It was a better way to subdue the main body and deal with the clone-

Then, another missile struck him in the stomach.

[This poor Yankee! He’s got a reputation as a top 10 fighter by hiding and using weapons and sly martial arts!!]

Lvov shouted hysterically, but it meant nothing. Browning, far from being provoked, dropped another missile.

Kwaaaaang!!!

The mass of flesh that could not withstand the impact of the missile collapsed and collapsed on a nearby building. It was a neat building belonging to a logistics company. Lvov picked up the remains of the building and threw it in the direction where Browning was.

It was a scene you would only see in a monster movie, and Lvov’s actions were no different from those of a monster in a movie. He used his senses to overcome the situation.

In less than a second, he found his target: a shelter teeming with people.

It was not far from where the CIA’s secret base was located. Lvov ran there without hesitation.

‘Let’s see if they can actually fire missiles over the heads of American citizens.’

Boom! Boom! Legs sprouted from under the slime-like mass of flesh and began to trample the road. A red star flew in and stabbed his body with black energy, and Browning fired another missile, but Lvov paid no attention and continued to run.

And after a while, he stopped in front of a warehouse attached to a military building, looking tattered. He could sense the presence of more than a hundred people underground. They were probably hiding in an abandoned bunker or something.

Stop!

Whether or not he heard the Red Star’s voice, Lvov extended his huge hand and tore down the entire building. This was to take the civilians hiding underground as hostages and neutralize Browning.

[-What is this.]

But the people gathered underground were not citizens.

Children. They were children, tied to strange beds, sleeping as if they were dead.

[I see. It’s manure.]

When I looked into it, it was clear that the CIA had prepared a tactic to bring in the Communists.

Leaving all this behind. You stupid CIA bastards. That’s why Hoover was fooled by a guy like Beria as soon as he retired.

Anyway, Lvov swallowed his discomfort and extended his murderous intent to the children. Now was not the time to be picky. Browning might care about Asha’s children, but for now, it was worth using as a shield.

But he couldn’t touch the children. Just then, a flash of lightning flew by at high speed and stabbed the mass of life.

The sword energy of the Hyeseong Sword that had just driven him to the brink of death.

The sword energy that poured down was so strong that it was enough to push the entire huge mass of life back. However, it was not like it had pushed him to the point of death like before. This sword energy was more like a sword energy that was simply used to push him back.

what?

Lvov quickly got his bearings and asked the red star.

[It’s not Browning, so why are you angry?]

Why would these little Asha brats waste so much attack opportunity and mana?

Red Star did not answer. Instead, he swung his sword with an even more angry expression.

Flash – !!

This time, the sword energy of the Hyeseong Sword cut through the mass of life. At the moment when Rivov was about to shout that it was useless.

Dawn jumped into the torn mass of life.

[Crazy Bird-]

-What!

Before Rivov could finish his words, he collided with Dawn in his life. It was crazy. This was his life. Dawn sucked in his life, and it was his home ground that injected life into Rivov.

There was no way that Yeomyeong, who was also a citizen of Jugashvili, would not have known that fact. But, why?

Are you crazy for living? Or have you really lost your mind because of those little Asha brats?

The correct answer was neither. Because Yeomyeong, who was swinging her sword in the midst of the living, shouted this.

“Shoot!!!”

Immediately afterwards, missiles fell. Not one, but dozens in quick succession.

Boom, Boom, Boom-!!! The flash of light made my eyes squint, and the explosion made my ears tingle. The shock was so strong that it hit the fleshy mass. Lviv swung his fist at Dawn and shouted.

[Are you planning to blow yourself up together? What a pity! Even nuclear weapons can’t kill me!! You can’t kill me with an attack like this!]

Instead of answering, Dawn swung her sword and cut his chest. In less than a second, the wound healed, and his fist struck Dawn’s face. It was the signal for a brawl to begin.

Stab, tear, beat, tear, cut-

Outside the typified living space, missiles exploded, while inside, a battle of infinitely regenerating monsters continued.

It was obvious to anyone that Rivov had the upper hand in the brawl. While Dawn’s regenerative powers had noticeably slowed down, his arm was still regenerating in a matter of seconds even after being completely cut off.

[Foolish! To lose because of a momentary emotion!]

Lvov shouted joyfully. Victory was a joyous thing. How much more so when it was a victory due to the opponent’s mistake!

If the red star hadn’t jumped directly into his lifeblood, it would have been him who got beaten up. Having regained his composure, he looked around.

And then I realized belatedly that something was strange.

‘When did you get pushed all the way here?’

He was a few kilometers away from the warehouse where the children were. Did he not see it because of the missile explosion?

Yevgeny’s voice came into Lviv’s mind as he swallowed his doubts.

[Rivov! The relic is going there!! Stop it!!]

Coming this way? Lvov turned his head, kicking away the dawn. The murderous intent that was blooming from the other side was really approaching. He wasn’t collecting the relics and throwing them out of the city, but bringing them to him?

Strange. Lvov instinctively looked around. The proverb came to mind that if there are two things that are incomprehensible on the battlefield, it means that you have fallen into an enemy trap.

And the adage was right.

Because a thick layer of ice was visible over the roads where the living mass had been pushed back and where it was being pushed back.

That must have been the magic of the crows that had blocked the front of the hotel. Had they laid down a mass of flesh to slip in the aftershock of the missile?

But why??

The question didn’t last long, because we figured out where the missiles and ice on the road were headed.

Just above the old air force base buried underground.

[no way-]

His guess was right. At the last moment, a giant iceberg and anti-ship missiles burst out over his head.

A glacier twice as large as the one blocking the hotel entrance, and anti-ship missiles several times more powerful than the anti-tank missiles that had been raining down.

!!

First, a falling glacier crushed the living mass, and then a heavy missile capable of silencing a battleship with a single shot fell toward the ground.

[no!!!!]

As Lviv continued to scream, the floor, unable to withstand the impact and weight, collapsed.

***

!!!!

Just as a loud noise shook the ground, Dzhugashvili, who had been chasing the clone, stopped walking.

The guy stared blankly at the spot where Lvov had been buried. The shock was so great that a huge amount of dust was rising.

“You’re burying it in the ground?” asked Jugashvili, as if he couldn’t believe it.

[What on earth are you guys thinking?]

The one who answered Dzhugashvili’s words, or rather Yevgeny’s who ruled over him, was the girl with blue hair who was tying the feet of the other Dzhugashvili.

“Why are you asking me that?”

[Because out of all the guys in this city, you’re the most incomprehensible bitch.]

Yevgeny continued speaking through Dzhugashvili’s mouth.

[I know you. A Korean test subject… Was your name Neti? I have never heard or seen you named Jugashvili. Are you a test subject of the Doomsday Cult?]

Even though it is not a complete form, I did not necessarily say that domination does not work.

Nettie smiled and answered, not knowing whether she knew what she was talking about or not.

“It’s not even comparable to trash like the Doomsday Church. Well, if I had to say… I guess it’s the Love Jusicivil?”

[… .]

“It’s true.”

Yevgeny wondered if it wouldn’t be quicker to just knock the girl down and torture her. But in this state of murderous intent, killing Dzhugashvili was a difficult task for either side.

He kept his mouth shut for a moment, then piloted another Jugashvili, then spoke again when he heard the sound of Delta Force gunfire from the other side.

[The trap you set is meaningless. Do you think you can kill Lvov just by blocking his movements? We all know that Browning’s firepower is limited to 30 minutes. It’s not enough to kill Lvov, who can even withstand nuclear weapons.]

“30 minutes? As expected, the top 10 is the top 10… It’s really strong.”

[… .]

By any chance, are you an idiot who doesn’t know anything about planning or anything? Judging from the fact that you were babbling nonsense like Love Jugashvili, it was highly likely that you were.

Tsk, Yevgeny clicked his tongue and tried to immediately transfer his consciousness to another Dzhugashvili. But before he could focus on the Dzhugashvili fighting Delta Force, the self-proclaimed beloved Dzhugashvili spoke.

“Oh, and I think you’re mistaken. Brother… No, do you think Red Star will end with just a missile? Red Star is different from you guys.”

[… dare.]

How dare you talk about a bowl for yourself, a lab rat. The moment Yevgeny was drawing his spirits back, Neti suddenly turned her head towards the hole where Lvov had fallen.

“It has begun.”

[Start? What do you mean, started?]

“What is it, your defeat?”

As I turned my head to follow her gaze, I saw a red star rising up in the sky as if climbing stairs. He was slowly climbing up, one step at a time.

Beneath the red star, the life force of the holy relics that the clone had collected and the life force of a dozen or so Dzhugashvili who had been chasing the holy relics were blooming, giving the illusion that I was stepping on the life force and climbing up.

But Yevgeny knew that what he was stepping on was an unidentified deity.

What on earth are you going to do by going up to heaven?

As if the same question had crossed Lvov’s mind, a life-giving hand rose from beneath the red star’s feet. However, before the hand could catch the dawn, an anti-tank missile that had leapt through space blew the entire hand away.

How long had it been since he turned his back on the explosion? At some point, Red Star stopped. He looked down at the city with a proud expression as if he had already won, and drew his signature red sword.

The next moment, the Red Star’s sword turned black. A blacker, more greedy black than the crimson haze he was spewing out.

[Jin’s martial arts…?]

Soon after Yevgeny discovered its true identity.

Gooooo –

All the life energy gathered under the red star’s feet began to be sucked into the sword, majestically, like a god sucking up divinity.

***

At the same time, on the roof of a nearby building.

Browning, who was counting the number of missiles remaining, burst into laughter as he watched the murderous intent being sucked toward Dawn.

Was it funny that he joined hands with such a communist? No, it wasn’t.

The reason he laughed was because of the singing sound coming from the sword that sucked life out of him.

[Let’s defeat the Communist Party! Tens of millions of people? – The Korean people are left behind! They are like rags-]

[Let’s go, let’s go, on the road to victory! Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!]

It’s not some cold war era anti-communist military song… Am I right?

Whatever the true nature of that song, it was a song that suited the thousands of people who claimed to be non-communists. Well, what you see now is the birth of the red devil itself.

Such are the affairs of the world.

Browning, nodding his head, leaned leisurely against the rooftop railing.

‘With this, my daughter’s debt has been paid.’

When my daughter suddenly texted me about neo-Nazis and how she would vomit because of the 1000 people, my heart sank. When my daughter said it was a secret and would never tell anyone, I wanted to feed her a cruise missile…

The truth that my daughter told me after the chaos in Korea was over was something I couldn’t thank her enough for. It was enough to remove the parasites of the religious sect that were in my daughter’s head.

But when his daughter said she wanted to aim for a superhuman like Dawn, he was so shocked that he unconsciously grabbed a shotgun. He was so shocked that he forgot the shocking fact that the vessel of the Tower was a neo-Nazi.

And the shotgun was still asleep in his subspace… .

… Well, anyway.

Browning breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad everything had worked out.

It wasn’t over yet, but looking down from the rooftop, he could see that victory was just around the corner.

The life energy covering the red Rivofran was decreasing in real time, and the Jugashvili who had come in pursuit of the holy relic were surrounded by Delta Force and Corvus and were spitting out life energy.

This is how the conspiracy of the Navy, the fucking CIA, and the communists, who dumped him in the Pacific because they didn’t like disarmament, ended.

It was a perfect ending that made me understand a little bit why the Ashains love warriors so much…

At that moment, an order came down from his communicator.

A direct order that came down through a top secret line, not a regular signal.

[Kill the Red Star.]

[I repeat, kill the Red Star even if it means losing Apollo City.]

What? Browning immediately grabbed the communicator and protested.

What kind of crazy talk is that? Do you know what the situation is now? At the very least, you should give the order to attack after all the other communists have been dealt with.

But Browning’s protest was unilaterally ignored. At the moment when he was becoming anxious and was about to protest through another route.

Six gunshots pierced through the flesh at the same time.

!!!!!!

Bullets and grenades that leaped through space following Browning’s true martial arts penetrated the head of the red star that was floating in the sky.