There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 799



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EP.799 Красная звезда (5)

***

The moment Dawn finished Lviv and went to find Browning.

Somiri, who had achieved her dream(?), was holding back a snicker.

-Hey, you little punk. Control your expression.

Only after Lieutenant Colonel Duke, who couldn’t stand to watch, said that did she come to her senses.

“Hey, what’s my expression like?”

-He has the look of a communist who succeeded in the revolution.

“What is that…?”

Whether Miri was embarrassed or not, the Duke pointed to her ear and said.

-And the ear disguise was also removed.

“You should have said that first!!”

Soemiri, who realized too late that her disguise had been broken, hurriedly hid her ears. She covered her long elf ears with illusionary magic and looked around to see if anyone had seen her.

“Sister, I’m done with the reconnaissance.”

Thud! Siri burst out of the concrete ruins. She spoke, dusting off the dust that had accumulated on her red hair.

“First of all, Delta Force… seems to be almost neutralized. The armored vehicles are nowhere to be seen, and they were half-disarmed and facing off against the remnants of the Communists. The captain was lying on the ground, clutching his groin, but I don’t want to know what happened.”

“The Jugashvili who were chasing after my brother-in-law’s clone have all lost their will to live and are exhausted. The Jugashvili that Dokhwa was with… are kneeling facing the direction my brother-in-law went and doing nothing.”

“Neti and Ranal are coming up from the underground air base. I don’t know why they’re there, but other than Ranal biting my sister, they seem to be fine.”

“Finally, the US military is evacuating the civilians in a hurry. They are even gathering up those who are still in the city center and leaving, but it is strangely urgent.”

After hearing the report, Miri brushed the dust off Siri’s shoulder to show that she had done well. Duke, who was watching the two girls sigh in relief, asked.

-What about Corvus?

“You were on your way to Delta Force, reinforcing the rubble with ice to keep the city from collapsing while the civilians were evacuating. But you looked a little… angry.”

-… Since I shot my disciple, it will be difficult for me to return home safely.

Duke, who had said so, began to gather his guns one by one. When Miri looked at him as if asking where he was going, Duke added.

-I plan to go and save your life.

“Because we’re fellow American soldiers?”

-That too… Don’t you know very well what kind of aftereffects would come if Su-in killed an American soldier?

Miri shrugged her shoulders.

“How many American soldiers are there, that would bury the Red Star Secretary General’s declaration?”

While saying that, he didn’t stop Duke in advance. Instead, he grabbed Siri’s pistol and handed it to Duke.

“It would be better to convince Corvus with children. For example, Delta Force also has children…”

-That would be hard. You wouldn’t have any children.

“yes?”

-In my experience, if a guy has a family, they send him somewhere other than a communist hunt. If he has a family, he’s afraid of dying.

“… .”

-But please note.

Duke, who had taken the magazine, left the place. Miri, who had been watching his back as he left for a moment, went with Siri to help Netty-

-I couldn’t. Because of the voice of dawn that I suddenly heard from the radio.

[From now on, we will fight Browning one-on-one. You don’t need my help, so everyone retreat slowly and meet back at the orc camp… Wait, Browning? You’re not ready yet-]

The next moment, bullets began to rain down from the rooftop.

***

Modern military systems regard the 10-strong as a strategic weapon.

The opposite of modern weapons, represented by nuclear bombs, a symbol of weaponized mana.

The public sympathized with that judgment, seeing Demerond, who erased Chile, Jose, who changed the course of the ASEAN war, and the count who withstood nuclear weapons.

The ten strong men who could single-handedly destroy cities and push back the front lines were each no different from nuclear weapons.

However, Browning, who was one of the top 10 who fought in the most wars, was not well-received. Many people considered him to be in the lower ranks, let alone the top 10. This was because his power came from modern weapons, not pure martial arts or magic.

Is the ability to hit a projectile really worthy of a top 10?

It’s not like he’s burning the horizon like Auguste, or even the mighty Manbakbultong, who showed off his 10-strong martial arts skills against the Indonesian Navy in the Battle of Sulawesi…

Missile bombardment? Surely a bullet will hit? Isn’t that because Browning is strong, but because the US military’s weapons are strong?

Of course, this evaluation was a misunderstanding by civilians who did not know what the 10-strong martial arts were. However, as is always the case with misunderstandings, it was difficult to distinguish them from common sense. This misunderstanding was so deep that even fellow Americans often agreed with such opinions.

But those who had fought Browning, especially military experts from communist countries who had faced him in conflict zones such as Afghanistan, thought differently.

They rated Browning as the closest thing to a ‘strategic weapon’ as a superhuman.

And now, as Dawn watched the bullets raining down on her, she realized that the military experts were right.

Drrrrrrrr – !

Gatling gun fire, which sounded more like a chainsaw than a gunshot, aimed at Dawn as she jumped down from the roof.

Considering its massive body, electric battery, and the weight of thousands of bullets, it was a weapon that a person could not carry and fire, but Browning was a 10-strong weapon that transcended the human body. He held the Gatling gun with both hands and fired it without any trouble.

The modified Gatling gun had a rate of fire of over a thousand rounds per minute. Combined with Browning’s true martial arts, the bullets literally rained down.

Dawn’s response was standard. She opened up a shield to protect herself, sprayed a haze to block vision, and then quickly evaded by stomping on the sky.

Bullets that he couldn’t dodge were lodged all over his body, but Yeomyeong didn’t care. This was only the beginning.

And the moment Dawn hit the ground, Browning moved straight to the next step.

Flash – A faint flash of light and a rectangular object leaping through space filled the area around Dawn.

A rectangular object that was slightly curved and bent… It was something that even the unarmed Yeomyeong knew well. It was a weapon that the janitors told him about every time they returned from the reserve forces.

Anti-personnel shotgun mine, Claymore.

Dawn swallowed a curse as she saw dozens of weapons surrounding her, firing 700 iron balls at the same time as the explosion. It was an attack that contained the intent to blow away the whole thing, regardless of whether it was a blast or not.

‘Is this because this is a real fight and not a sparring match?’

Immediately after swallowing that thought, Yeomyeong spread out a thick protective shield.

Kwaaaaang – !!! Dozens of Cremoars exploded, tearing apart everything within range. The azure, the shield, and the body of Dawn were instantly torn apart.

But Dawn couldn’t stay still. He jumped straight into the sky, regenerating the pain that tore through his entire body. It was the right choice.

Immediately after, an anti-tank missile landed where Dawn had been.

!!!

Dawn, who was blown away by the aftershock, immediately used her telekinesis in the air to grab a large piece of concrete debris and hurled it towards the rooftop where Browning was.

Kuuung-!

The rooftop was shattered by a direct hit to the concrete, but Browning had already jumped to another rooftop. He was still firing his Gatling gun into the air as he moved, thousands of bullets carelessly flying through space toward Dawn.

As I dodged the bullets while spewing out mist, missiles and rockets immediately filled the empty space. It was difficult to even handle the pouring firepower, let alone approach.

If it weren’t for Jugashvili, I would have been torn to pieces and killed several times already.

But the scariest thing was that it wasn’t even at full strength yet. The anti-ship missiles that had pierced the city’s floor, and the massive artillery barrages that the Ayatollah had seen in his nightmares, had not even begun yet.

Perhaps he was just buying time until the number of witnesses increased. Dawn, who had dodged the bullet, decided to play along with Browning’s rhythm. That is, he counterattacked with the most splendid magic and martial arts.

He spewed out crimson mist from his body, shot lightning bolts from his hands, and detonated volcanic debris from his hammer of the people.

Bullets and magic intersecting, missiles and martial arts exploding simultaneously, and buildings collapsing as the two fight.

It was a fight that truly lived up to its reputation as a top 10. At least in terms of property damage.

What was surprising was that even in the midst of all this, they were intentionally avoiding the direction where the refugees were. Of course, the civilians watching the fight between the two had no way of knowing this.

-Everyone, evacuate immediately!

-No! My building!

-Gyaaaah!!

All they see is the fight between the 10 strong and the monsters who call themselves the secretaries.

Anyway, after about three minutes of this billion-dollar battle, Browning, who was already running between the half-ruined buildings, stopped walking.

Because my stamina was low? No, this was enough time for the fight between me and Dawn to be known beyond the dimensional gate.

“Okay… That’s enough warm-up. Now let’s get started.”

Instead of answering, Dawn let out a huge amount of murderous intent, enough to cast a crimson shadow over the surrounding area.

Browning saw that and laughed fiercely, pointing his finger at Yeomyeong.

Immediately afterwards, space began to shimmer and missiles much larger than Dawn’s body began to rain down from the sky.

It was a signal that the full-scale battle between the top 10 was about to begin.

***

At the same time, the black Dzhugashvili and Yakov asked Dokhwa, who was watching the missile explosion.

“Hulk, who is that American guy fighting the Secretary right now?”

Perhaps because they had been asleep for so long, the Jugashvili did not even recognize the Big Three in the United States. Dokhwa explained in the language he knew.

“It’s a true strike.”

Browning’s code name during the Afghan War, and the ‘public’ name for his martial art.

Likewise, the expressions on the faces of the Dzhugashvili soldiers who had served in the Afghan War became strange.

“The gatekeeper of that hellish land. He is more than adequate as the Secretary General’s first opponent… His neck will be as much a warning to the world as our necks.”

Instead of pointing out that Dawn could not possibly kill Browning, Dokhwa turned his head and looked in the direction of the dimensional portal in the distance. For some reason, the American soldiers he could see were evacuating people in an unusually hasty manner.

Was America up to something? He couldn’t tell. Dokhwa continued to focus on the fight between Dawn and Browning, standing next to the Dzhugashvili waiting for their turn to be the ‘sacrifice’.

But just as the Sword of Dawn was about to cut the Gatling gun Browning was holding in half, an unexpected figure flew towards Dokhwa.

“Ugh!!”

American soldiers wearing helmets with thick bulletproof glass covering their faces and the latest bulletproof vests… It was Delta Force.

The guy who rolled on the concrete floor repeatedly, as if he had been hit by some kind of shell, got up from his seat, spitting blood. Then, looking at the crowd of people around him, including Jugashvili and Dokhwa, he pulled out a pistol from his waistband.

[You red bastards…!]

But the poison didn’t move. Someone rushed in from the direction the guy had come from and stomped on the guy’s back.

“Be quiet.”

A tall beauty, almost as tall as Dokhwa… Dokhwa noticed the feathers embedded in her black hair and immediately realized that she was Corvus.

Anyway, Dokhwa said after seeing Corvus roughly trample on the backs of Delta Force.

“It would be better not to kill him.”

“It’s none of your business.”

“Shouldn’t we be mindful of the US at least while the Suin settle in? If we face economic sanctions, the Suin’s position that we worked so hard to gather will….”

“I say again, it’s none of your business.”

The poison didn’t stop him any longer. The master’s anger at seeing his disciple get shot in the head was not something that could be rationalized.

Anyway, the moment Dokhwa tried to ignore the Delta Force’s back being broken.

A strange beeping sound came out of the communicator in Delta Force’s arms. What is it? While Corvus flinched and stopped walking, the black Dzhugashvili and Yakov, who had been looking at the dawn, turned their heads.

“It’s a secret signal from the US military.”

“Confidential signal…?”

“It’s the sound of a jamming spell to prevent wiretapping… It’s been a while since I’ve heard it in the field. Did the order come down from the US?”

As he said that, Jacob naturally approached the fallen Delta Force and snatched the communicator. Delta Force reached out as if to stop him, but crap! He was only stomped on the back once more by Corvus.

Anyway, Jacob, who was fiddling with the communicator, put Delta Force’s fingerprint on it as if he was trying to unlock it. And as soon as he checked the secret command on the unlocked communicator…

“…hmm.”

He frowned. He put down the communicator and spoke to Dok-hwa, who was looking at him.

“Browning has been given permission to fire Davy Crockett, so he must get out of the area as quickly as possible.”

Unlike Dok-hwa, who was startled, Corvus tilted his head as if he was puzzled.

“…Davy Crockett? What is that?”

Dokhwa couldn’t answer right away. It was because he understood why the US military was suddenly evacuating people. He answered while wiping his face.

“It’s named after a former American politician… a nuclear infantry weapon. A twisted bastard child of Cold War nuclear supremacy.”

“Infantry… nuclear weapons??”

Corvus, bewildered by the combination of two words that did not go together at all, pursed his lips, while Dokhwa muttered while looking in the direction where Yeomyeong and Browning were fighting.

“The Pentagon would never have authorized the use of nuclear weapons… The President must have been quite scared.”