There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 813



Only Noblemtl

EP.813 People of the Forest. (4) (Revised)

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In front of the huge iron gate called the main gate of the barrier, the gatekeepers at the checkpoint were not in their right minds.

-Come here! The children of the Red Star have arrived!

Because of the trucks that suddenly came to the main gate, cutting through the fertilizer road?

-Listen carefully! The next Secretary General has come here in person at the invitation of the Elf! In accordance with the agreement of the Malta announcement, open the gates immediately!

Because of the little girl screaming through a loudspeaker in the container truck?

Of course, those things had an effect. But what shocked the mercenaries was the ‘real’ red star that popped out between the trucks.

The one who had reduced Apollo City to rubble and taken down Browning just a few days ago.

He walked slowly towards the iron gate with the mercenaries behind him. He did so leisurely, as if he was telling the gatekeepers guarding the iron gate to ring the emergency bell.

The gatekeepers were happy to ring the emergency bell.

Waaaa …

-Stop! Approaching superhumans, stop immediately!! I will shoot if you approach without permission!

But the Red Star did not stop. According to the original regulations, permission to shoot should have been granted, but there was no one brave enough to point a gun at the Red Star.

The gatekeeper commander shouted once more, cursing his bad luck.

-Hey, stop! Red Star! Five minutes! The permission from the higher-ups will come in five minutes! Please wait until then!

Immediately afterwards, the red star stopped walking.

Is it that easy? The commander hoped that it might be fake, but the face of the red star looking at him was the same as the one he had seen on TV.

Red eyes like the Communist Party flag. The field commander who encountered it gulped and gave orders to his subordinates.

“Contact your superiors immediately… no, all garrison units. The Red Star has arrived, what should we do?”

One of the mercenaries who had been frozen in place immediately came to his senses and entered the outpost. He shouted into the radio like a frightened cicada.

-Emergency 001! Repeat! Emergency 001! This is the 10th level!

-You piece of shit, not Demerond! Red Star! Red Star is here!!

-What, what are the requirements? Th, that… He said he wanted to go through the main gate. He said he received an invitation from an elf… .

The mercenary who sent the message waited for a reply. Hoping that he would be granted passage.

But the answer he got back betrayed him.

-Tell the gatekeepers. Guard the entrance.

The next moment, Kukukung-! The huge hydraulic cylinder attached to the barrier screamed, and the iron gate behind the outpost began to close. The mercenary held back a scream and shouted into his radio.

-Fuck, there are probably more than 30 enemies. There are more than six superhumans, including Red Star! And our gatekeepers are only 11! How on earth are we going to stop them… .

He couldn’t finish his sentence. Beep- beep- beep- the radio connection was cut off.

Nimi. The mercenary, clenching his teeth, raised his head and looked at the field commander. The commander looked at him and the closing iron gate with longing eyes.

The mercenary put down the radio and went out of the outpost to relay the orders he had heard to his commander.

“It’s an order from above. Guard the door.”

“… What the fuck.”

This was basically telling them to die. The commander, who was in a state of distress, glanced at the red star and said.

“I’ll buy you some time, so you just keep your mouth shut.”

“yes??”

Before the mercenary could ask what he was talking about, the commander unloaded the magazine from the gun he was holding. Then, he straightened his shoulders and approached Red Star.

Is that guy crazy??

Whether the gatekeepers thought so or not, the commander who approached the red star gave a short salute.

“Welcome to the Wall, Red… no, Chief Secretary.”

Red Star looked the commander up and down with a look that seemed to say, “Look at this kid.” The commander took a deep breath and said, “Whoop.”

“I think there may be some confusion due to your sudden visit. Please wait a moment and I will open the door.”

“Really? How long do you think I should wait?”

It was the same voice I had heard over the TV. The commander looked up at the tightly closed iron door and spoke.

“I think 30 minutes… should be enough.”

“10 minutes.”

“… .”

“Ten minutes. Just enough time to recite a poem or sing a song.”

“Okay, I understand. If we can’t open the door within 10 minutes due to a problem on our side….”

“I just plan on passing it by.”

Even if it meant breaking down the door. The commander saluted once more, unconsciously conjuring up a terrible thought.

It was better to gain ten minutes than to have the gatekeepers rush in and slaughter us in a matter of seconds.

“10 minutes… Yes, I will relay that to my superiors.”

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“What did that guy say?”

Miri, who was behind the container truck, asked Yeomyeong, who was returning. Yeomyeong said with a smile.

“They said the door would open in 30 minutes.”

“…Wow, how shameless. Should I go and break your legs with a club?”

Dawn shook her head.

“No, I said I’d wait 10 minutes.”

“Ten minutes? Hey, that’s too long. What if they bring a tram?”

“What the hell. I’m the one taking care of it.”

“That’s… uh… I guess so.”

While Miri was convincing himself, Yeomyeong spoke.

“Well, it’s not like I just called for 10 minutes.”

“What are you trying to do?”

“Don’t you think you could put together a decent stage in 10 minutes?”

Stage? Miri, who had a question mark floating above her head, unconsciously turned her head to follow Dawn’s gaze. And then she saw.

The gazes of countless people taking pictures with their cell phones and cameras from across the fertilizer road they had blocked.

Only then did Miri, who had guessed what Yeomyeong would do, ask back.

“Isn’t this too loud? I think Dad would hate it if I did this….”

Oh, so that’s what you’re telling me to do…? While Miri was suddenly realizing that fact, Yeomyeong called out to Netty, who was on top of the container truck.

“Third comrade?”

“Yes, Comrade Secretary. Did you call?”

Neti, wearing a mask, poked her head out from between the containers. And the words that dawn spoke next were a little louder than Miri had expected.

“If it’s okay, can you sing me a song?”

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5 minutes…

The janitor’s commanding officer swallowed as he looked at his watch. The ticking hands looked like the Doomsday Clock.

No, it was a real doomsday clock for him and his janitors. If reinforcements didn’t arrive within five minutes, the janitors would be brutally murdered by the Red Star.

Oh, please-

He prayed to God for the first time since he was born. He prayed to God, Buddha, the five gods, even the CEO of Johnson & Johnson. Whoever it was, please just save me.

But as with most prayers, there was no answer. It was the Red Star that responded to his fervent prayers.

A woman with short, sky-blue hair and a mask.

Showing off her beautiful legs as well as her tall stature, she shouted toward the fertilizer road while holding a megaphone.

-16-year-old seamstress Emma Reese! When she stood before the judge in Czernowitz!

The men in the unit didn’t know what it meant, but their commander knew. Having once been involved in the student movement, he knew the first line of a poem.

-She was asked.

-Why did you spread leaflets calling for revolution?

-Let me tell you why.

-She got up from her seat and began to sing.

-International Street.

-The judge shook his head and stopped him.

– she shouted.

-Stand up! You too! This is the International!

A poem by the German poet Bertolt Brecht. It was a poem that was sung before a song.

-Wake up, throw off the shackles of the workers’ army!

The Internationale. A folk song representing socialism and a song loved as much as the Communist Manifesto.

– Our hands are like steel to reclaim what is ours! Let’s break the chains of slavery and go out to freedom!

Soon, even the mercenaries called the Children of the Red Star began to join in on the song with awkward tones. The guards watching swallowed their saliva. Why on earth are they singing such a song now?

– Our two strong, hardened hands are our weapons. Let us sweep away all the weak slave mentality!

And by the time the song had begun to play, the gatekeeper commander could see why. There were countless cameras shooting this way from the fertilizer road… that was the reason.

Agitation, propaganda… whatever you call it, Red Star was definitely trying to make this moment known.

But knowing that made no difference. Just like in Russia before the revolution, there was no one here who could stop the Red Star.

Anyway, as the song grew louder, the red star began to approach the iron gate again. The anxious gatekeepers looked at the commander and asked what to do. The commander sighed and gave an order.

“Get out of my way.”

The gatekeepers, who had no idea what would happen next, were relieved that they were still alive and quickly gave way to the Red Star. Finally, when even the commander gave way, there was no obstacle left between the Red Star and the iron gate.

-When the flower of equality blooms on the land of ruins, our red new sun rises on the horizon!

Finally, the last verse of the Internationale rang out, and the moment Red Star placed his hand on the iron gate.

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The iron gate that no one could break through exploded.