Chapter 694: Chapter 63 Episode 30 Asura

Whiz! Rakshasa stopped being a dragon and disappeared into the backpack. Black Mamba alone stood tall in the ruins that became flat like a rice field after harvest. Ubiksa and Mbembe forgot to pull the trigger and looked away.

“Oh, that’s cool!”

Helen drooled. The scene where a tornado created by a giant whip viciously inhaled a swarm of wasps that covered the sky, was touching and majestic. All the harsh situations and absurd incidents experienced over the past four months were only a sampling.

Strength was a symbol of the male. Muscles burping under a single layer of fiber flickered in front of her eyes. A dark red whip wriggling and a tornado sweeping surroundings made a deja vu with thingums. His hips got tightened and the inside of his thighs was tense. His body got hot intensely.

“Natural disaster!”

Sevchenko’s face turned white. Tornado was not a human disaster but a natural disaster. His specialty, the blade of the wind, was nothing more than a playing house. Black Mamba, whom he experienced the day before, was a super-special sniper and psychic. Although he was superhuman, he was not a monster beyond his cognitive abilities. He was definitely not Black Mamba.

“What is it?” Sevchenko briefly asked and glanced at Helen.

It was remarkable that his poisonous eyes were loosened and his body fidgeted.

“Crazy bitch!” Sevchenko said in his mind.

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Sevchenko shook his head from side to side. The people’s hero suddenly had fallen into a mad bitch influenced by the pleasures of capitalism.

“Ugh!”

Jurge grabbed his chest and faltered. Eight thousand of the children, whom he fed with his own blood and flesh for 10 years, had disappeared in an instant. The pain that squeezed the heart was the pain of life. It was the pain of loss. Anger burned his head up. He had nothing to lose whether he killed that guy or he died.

“Everyone charge bayonets!”

Cha, cha, cha! The 50 surviving Mbembes all at once put their spear blades into the bayonet mounts.

“Yorunba administration!”

They opened the package and inserted the syringe into their forearm all at once. Yorunba was a narcotic drug that was incomparable with Captagon. Uwhouwhou! The Mbembe’s eyes were stained with blood and their muscles were shaking.

Captagon was a narcotic drug considered as essential as firearms by terrorist groups and fanatics in Europe, the Middle East, and Africa. If one took Captagon, one would lose fear and feel no pain or fatigue until the moment one would die.

“Charge!”

Getting mad, Lieutenant Colonel Jurge issued an order that should not have been done, like those evil servants of Imperial General Headquarters who cried out for the prosperity of Great East Asia. If he had been a Kamuge-class shaman, he would have escaped immediately.

“Whoa!”

“Tangse, Tangse!”

Mbembes had charged all at once. With enhanced strength and adrenaline, Mbembes were as ferocious as tigers and faster than racehorses.

“Crazy bastard!” Milovic lamented.

He had to run at him head-on to hit a rock with an egg. Whether it was Black Mamba or not, he would have to dig the perfect trap to catch something beyond common sense. Milovic, who was tired, sent his telepathy.

“It is wrong. Il-ho, Sam Ho, retreat. Cross the river immediately.”

Ubiksa secretly escaped to the other side. A secret agent had to take care of his own life. Something like loyalty was not even worth a pair of rubber shoes abandoned on a new road.

“The one who deserves to die should die.”

A blue beam of light poured from the Black Mamba’s eyes. Their actions were an homage to the Japanese military, who ate mulberry and cried out “Tenno Heika Banzai”. At the end of the Pacific War, Imperial General Headquarters administered methamphetamine in large quantities to its own soldiers. The Japanese army, who ate mulberry, filled the Zero-Sen with bombs instead of fuel, collided with an American ship, and engaged in a civilian holocaust. Humans, driven by greed and lust for power, were more dangerous substances than radioactive ones.

Dragunov poured out bullets like a machine gun. The ten men who were charging in the left room collapsed with a crash, like dominoes. Then the assault team in the right room tumbled down in an instant. The Middle Army, which was pushed like a wave, fell down in a flurry. It was a merciless slaughter.

“Kyaooh!”

A howl exploded. Mbembes, who survived, rushed forward with bayonets. A single flash of light fell like lightning. Over 20 Mbembes, who were rushing like wild beasts, stopped like a toy that ran out of batteries.

Blood from necks, waists, and chests slowly oozed out. Splash! Blood gushed out like a shower. Thud, thud! Necks dropped, upper bodies separated, and limbs separated. Organisms that were human bodies right before became slices of boiled beef and fell down. Sword Cho-hyun was the wise retainer of Asura.

“Mahaduraka!”

Saliva was dripping from Lieutenant Colonel Jurge’s mouth. Howl! A black object slammed into Lieutenant Colonel Jurge’s open mouth. Bang! A grenade ripped the body into several pieces. The end of the Mbembe Special Forces under Ntaganta and the end of Jurge were as bizarre as the evil conducts they committed. The King of Bodoon, who should not even be put in the mouth, was the punishment that angered Asura.

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“It’s a ghost for splashing! Tsk…”

Black Mamba clicked his tongue. Only Mbembe, who was helping the tough guy, was smashed. Ubiksa analyzed the situation like the best field agent of the KGB and quickly got out of the way. It was a flea that jumped beyond what was captured by dimensional sight. He relaxed and cooled the red burning Dragunov barrel.

“Rafiki!(Friends!)”

Olonge slowly approached. He was holding fruits in his hand. Black Mamba smiled. Olonge’s inside was visible. The Pygmy did not even speak of the existence of Mahaduraka, the incarnation of God. He had to pretend even though he knew. Olonge was trying to let him know that he didn’t know.

“Shukurani! (Thank you!)”

Black Mamba received the fruits. Olonge smiled brightly, revealing his dark gums. He was no different from the legend of the Pygmy world because he had Mahaduraka as a friend. It was enough to feel proud.

“Wakil, did ATACMS fall?”

Sun Woo-hyun soothed the surprise with a big talk. The ground was clean as if it had been pushed away by a plane. Even if a battalion-level multiple rocket launcher fell, it could not be overturned as neatly as this. Black Mamba, wielding a huge whip at Doba Farm, was in front of his eyes.

“Pfft. Humans are scarier than missiles.”

Black Mamba filled the magazine after laughing. Dragunov’s five magazines of 20 shots and 500 shots of reserve ammunition, MP5sd3’s five magazines and 500 rounds of reserve ammunition, and Parabellum magazines could be used by the U.S. military, but if the 7.62mm bullet was short, it should have been supplied. One bullet entering the magazine was exchanged for one life. When he filled the magazine, his heart was breaking.

“Even if the blood is pouring, the night is coming punctually!”

The scales of the water in the setting sun flashed red and the unknown fish that jumped out of the water flashed silver. Surprised by gunfire and gunshots, the water ducks and storks plowed through the water surface leisurely.

“This also shall be forgotten in time.”

Black Mamba muttered with a sigh. When humans made a disturbance, nature wouldn’t give up. After a fortnight, the bare skin of the land would be covered with forest and no human corpse, even a bone, would remain.

“Wakil, let’s track fast.”

Sun Woo-hyun hurried. Desert sunsets would last a long time but jungle sunsets would pass in the blink of an eye. They embedded the newly received AN/PVS-10 scope to the mount base of MP5sd3 and tightened sleeves and ankles Velcro.

“Is round 2 starting? Subordinate, check the current location.”

Sun Woo-hyun turned on the GPS.

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“It is 1 degree 8 minutes north latitude and 29 degrees 9 minutes east longitude, Sir.”

“So, it is eight hours later than Korea!”

It was time for diligent Jin Soon to prepare breakfast for the big family while the mother left lustral water aside and prayed for her son’s safe return. Sleepy Oh sisters and Mina would wander in Dreamland, while sleepless Yeong-a would be counting the voices of dawn. It was time for Edel to unwind with a hot shower after finishing a hard day’s work. It was happiness to have a place to go back to and to have someone to worry about.

“There is no need to rush. You have to jump to be a flea!”

After completing the armament check, Black Mamba smiled faintly. The will of the world would not distinguish between good and evil. Each would have its own good and its own evil. Eung-Mu-So-Ju Yi-Saeng-Gi-Sim.

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Whoosh! Scratching! Army rope crackers crossed the river like a comb and sank deep into a tree across the river. Sun Woo-hyun and Olonge walked across the rope as thick as a ballpoint pen as if riding a tightrope.

Black Mamba flew away with recoil that grabbed the army rope. He stepped on the head of the red eyeballs floating in the middle of the river and crossed the river lightly. Gurgling! A crocodile with a broken nose suddenly showed its temper but couldn’t find anything to avenge his anger.

Black Mamba tracked Ubiksa quickly and sneakingly as much as the original Black Mamba was colorless. There was nothing difficult. If the world’s Black Mamba missed the guy who smelled like sweat, blood, and gunpowder, he would have to return his license to kill.

“Sevchenko!”

“Preparation was completed!”

“Il-ho, Sam Ho, get ready.”

Milovic was preparing for a counterattack. If Mbembe got stuck between the U.S. army and Black Mamba in the destroyed yard, there was no choice but to grind like a millstone. Even if he couldn’t kill Black Mamba, he had to at least do enough damage to keep track of it. And there was a side which he believed in. The headquarter of those who were wearing black tights and digging up the jungle like flying was nearby.

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Shhhh! The atmosphere was in flux. What was that? He was hit with an object flying towards the middle of his forehead with heavy handcuffs. Pat! Despite the physical impact, there was no sign. Whoosh! Objects that were unexpected flew in continuously. Bong! He showed the trick. It was a dense, compressed air mass. He pushed forward with his handcuffs.

“It can’t be as expected!’

Sevchenko was lying on the ground. He flew countless blades of wind, but it was the level of flying flies to him. He moved forward without hesitation. After all, the blade of the wind was meant to dull and lure his senses.

“Gimile Bassin!”

Sevchenko poured out his own whole will. The ground, 3m in diameter, had turned into a pawn state.

“What?’

Suddenly, his feet were sucked into the ground. The tremendous absorptivity pulled it without mercy. Bong! The resonance wave increased the momentum by swirling the conception vessel poison. Puhwak! The wild energy escaped from the bloodshed. The Black Mamba, which gained repulsive power, suddenly rose.

“Dream!”

The bull screaming, hit in the head by a slaughter hammer, burst out. A man with a ruptured abdomen laid down exhausted with a thud under his feet.

“Uh, how?”

“Bastard, there is no time to explain!”

Pat! His head stomped on by ruthless soldiers burst like a balloon. The death of the climatologist Sevchenko was too futile. The darkness shuddered. Whoosh! The three river needles flew to the arms of the brother.

“I knew that would happen.”

His chest and abdomen were pressed against his back. Swishing! The blade flew. His neck was broken at ninety degrees. A Spetsnaz NR2 bayonet, as heavy as Kukri, swung past his neck. In the darkness like ink, only the muzzle came out blurry.

“This time, is it clearly a human?”

His upper body moved onto the iron bridge abruptly. Pat, pat, pat! A bullet that grazed his upper body was embedded into a tree. Flapping! A formless thing like a ghost pounced on. Whoosh! A salient angle increased.

“Do you see me?”

The freaked-out Il-ho blocked the bullet flying with his left arm in an impossible position. Crack! The bones that couldn’t withstand weightlifting were broken into pieces.

“Devilish bastard!’

His arm was broken up to his shoulder, but it was better than being smashed. Il-ho ground his teeth, grabbed his bayonet reversely, and hit the opponent’s thigh. Even a small amount of damage had to be inflicted so that the captain and allies could deal with him.

“Gasp!’

Il-ho took his breath. The face of the man who had gone forth and back straightly and sharply enlarged. Slamming! An iron ball, no, an iron head, hit Il-ho’s head. Il-ho couldn’t scream and fell down straight.

Huuuu… Black Mamba spit out turbid air. Ubiksa hit the net without escaping. The attack, which was organically interlocked, was sharp. It was a pity for the ability to die. Tutututu! The machine gun opened fire.

“Ouch!”

He had forgotten the one who had space warp ability. Shuttering! Powerful shocks were delivered to the abdomen and chest. He was awakened by the shock of beating with a club. Pat! He moved around holding a giant tree by teleportation. Pat, pat, pat1 The bullets that followed hit the tree trunk in succession.

“If you take it, you should give it back.”

Whoosh! The dagger that had been stuck in the armguard bit its tail like a rosary and flew away by following the bullet trajectory.

“Oh my God!”

A loud scream rang out. There was no time to worry about the sound of pain. He grabbed the drooping parasitic vine and lifted his body up. Pat, pat, pat! The bullets smashed the bushes. He grabbed the vines and cracked through the air like a fan-head repairer without a sound. He moved 40m at once, stepped on foot to 10m high, and hung upside down like a bat.

Milovic, who missed the target, immediately moved out of the position. Hesitating Number 10 and holding FN machine gun Number 3 became also in danger. Black Mamba fell like an owl attacking mice.

“I had to use a fucking Beretta!’

Milovic, who felt his body pressed down, after picking up the pistol with an empty magazine threw it into the air and threw himself as if he was diving. Makarov had a strong punch but his shot number was only 8. Pat, pat, pat! Milovic swung himself around like a windmill. It was a writhing effort not to be marked. If one would try to teleport, one was likely to be haunted by the delay time.

“Ohh!”

It was an amazing sensation and an extremely disciplined body. It was above Sun Woo-hyun. Milovic stared at the two blue fireballs with unpleasant eyes. It was the eyes of a predator who has caught his prey.

“Black Mamba?”

It was a burred Russian pronunciation.

“Kaneshner Zjal.(Yes. I’m sorry.)”

Black Mamba grinned and lifted the Glock.

“Number 10, now. I said shoot!” Milovic eagerly exclaimed in his mind.

The three subordinates had lost their power and only Number 10, which was hidden by a space distortion field, remained.

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