Mercenary Black Mamba

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Vine Erg, 8km away from the Bachilkile Valley, is a unique area where reddish-brown sand deserts, rugged rocky mountains, and strange rocks weathered by hundreds of millions of years of rain and wind, create a desolate and majestic landscape.

Vine Erg, reminiscent of Mars in SF movies, is the region where death stalkers and desert tarantulas live the most in the Sahara desert. Local people also avoided the area, calling it Aleam Al-Eha (the other world).

Vine Erg, who was buried in the ancient silence, suffered aches from the intrusion of foreigners. Sandstone pillars, which seemed like an erected lump of rice taffy, fell and rolled on the ground and solid granite bedrock was carved out as if it had been hit by a bomb. The sand was turned upside down and stained with blue bodily fluids.

A squeaker split the space in subsonic speed. The sound of iron echoed from the back of a beetle, that was hit directly. An ear-splitting high-frequency sound shook the Erg. Blue bodily fluids shot out from the split carapace like a fountain. A spear-like tail split the space. A creature with a nearly severed torso did not lose its fighting power.

"I knew it!"

A hand almost like a cauldron lid, took the incoming tail with his martial arts skill of catching a blade bare-handed. A jet black body swung through the air. A giant who snatched his tail threw it down on the rock as if he was flailing. Metallic outer cover and pieces of stone splattered in disarray. Even the monster of steel body did not withstand the firm and devastating blow.

A giant hurled a dead body that turned into mush and leapt off the ground. Giant claws brushed through the empty air. The beetle that missed its target dug into the ground.

"I know all your tricks!"

Ssamdi, with squeaker in lead, dropped down as if he was diving. BANG-. The shovel blade went into the sand, all the way to the handle. A shrieking sound echoed. The wounded beetle dug into the ground. A giant shovel blade dug up sand at the speed of light. A rough grip pulled a giant beetle out of the pit.

Ssamdi pushed both hands into the torn carapace and put force into it. The beetle ripped vertically without a chance to act out. In the meantime, the beetle still fired its blue body fluid.

"You bitch!"

Ssamdi minced his wiggling head like garlic, using the squeaker. The explosive sound and shrieking stopped all together. Vine Erg regained the silence, but the landscape has changed. Hundreds of meters of land were overturned as if they had been bombarded with MLRS (Multiple launch rocket system) dots. The Coleoptera carcass scattered all over the place and the squalid body fluids that flowed down made it seem almost like an automobile junkyard.

"Oh, it stings. What an awful welcome party."

His eye splattered with the bodily fluid stung. Their body fluids were acidic enough to melt clothes. While approaching the Bachilkile Valley, a scorpion-like beetle suddenly popped out of the sand. He did not assume that Kamuge would send out a poor zombie like the sorcerer of a Samarian Farm, but the beetle that was sent out as the first greeting was quite rough.

It wasn't even a regular beetle monster. It was a bit larger than a komodo lizard, faster than a squirrel, its exoskeleton harder than steel, and its' claws could crush rocks, its tail spewed strong acid venom for tens of meters, and it had the ability to hide underground at an instant. At this point, it was within a natural disaster level. Even Ssamdi, who was quite good, was gasping while using the squeaker as a cane.

Moreover, their vitality was disgustingly tough. It attacked even with its' head chopped off, and it sprayed poison even if the body was cut into several pieces. It was only over when he finely chopped them like Jin-soon minced garlic. It took him half an hour to get rid of just 50. If such a monster attacked Novatopia, they'd be helpless.

"It's not easy. It would have been over with a single blast of Wakil's rampage.…."

Ssamdi grumbled. When Wakil swings a 12-meter-long Rakshasha at sound speed, a storm breaks out. These mere beetles would be crushed like sugar cane in a grinder.

"Hahaha, but I'm the best at shoveling. This must be enough for a guy named Kamuge to jump out. The stage seems to be decently set up. Let's make a mess of it."

Ssamdi's eyes flashed with an explosion of adrenaline. Ssamdi is a combat creature. Although he was influenced by Priest Daeu and was overwhelmed by Mussang's spirit, his nature to crave blood has not disappeared.

"What did you do while the deflector was being smashed, you worthless thing? Did you doze off?

Kamuge, who was listening to the report, blew up. Bang- Mardu dug deep into the floor that was as hard as cement. Kigoma, a sorcerer who freaked and fled from Vine Erg, fell flat on his face.

"My great Houngan, neither binding nor hallucination spells has worked. The deflector was smashed without any time for me to take action. Bodoon! Bodoon has appeared."

Kigoma shuddered with his head on the ground. Bodoon is a creature that devours the lwa (spirit) and overturns the order of the world. The invincible deflector was also cut and broken like a cane stalk by a giant shovel wielded by Bodoon. The sorcerer had never seen such a scary scene in his life.

"Shut up! He's not a Bodoon, he's just some strong monster. How dare you destroy my baby? "Mbala Kadambu Abu Dal Delatun Ukburara~"

Kamuge chanted a grim spell. Clairvoyance unfolded. He saw a man sitting on a broken deflector like a chair, holding a giant shovel in his hand.

"Argh! That man?"

Kamuge's eyes flipped over, showing white parts. In Ituri, he killed Sarcosuchus (ancient crocodile), the symbol of Damballah, and Kloebrer (a giant snake). The painful memory of Apadombe burned his brain. The awakening of Rousseloufe process, in its final stage, was broken, and the Ouma Forces, which he invested 10 years, were destroyed. The servant of Petro, who may be Mahaduraka, was also the instigator.

"Jerk. I will kill you."

Kamuge gritted its teeth. An existence that he wanted to grind up with his teeth has entered the sacred land without fear. Even Hyenas are something half-decent when in their own home. He was even afraid he would see this weird man called the Unbeatable in his dreams, but he wouldn't be the great magician Houngan if he was afraid of this jerk's servant.

"Experiment sarin-gas using 10 Rüppells, Kigoma. Pick one of their coffee farms as the location."

"Yes, sir."

The sorcerer bowed his head. Kamuge ended up opening the door to hell.

"Gori!"

A dark red gorilla popped out from inside of a stone house.

"Let's go get him!"

Gori carried the weight of Kamuge in its chest and left the valley of Bachilkile. Gori is an incomplete residue of the Arc, and Ssamdi is an upgraded Paladin, both of which are Concretus residues. The remnants of ancient intelligence from 150 million years prior, began to appear one by one.

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"Puh, Ph, Peeuuuhhh~"

In Sarangbang of Eungsim-je, Kim Mal-soon, with a middle school textbook opened, was struggling to forcibly pronounce things by rolling her tongue that did not cooperate. Jin-soon entered with a flower-patterned table with pajeon (green onion pancakes) and makgeoli (raw rice wine).

"Mother, it is raining and moist, have a drink then continue."

Jin-soon mimicked Mussang and changed the name to "mother". Kim Mal-soon and Jin-soon, who regained their memories, were nothing short of mother and daughter.

"Oh, my Sooni is the best. Rain in the spring means you need to work so it's called work-rain, rain in the summer means you need to take a nap so it's called nap-rain, and rain in autumn means you need to make rice cake from newly harvested rice so it is called rice cake rain, and winter rain is called booze rain so you can drink alcohol and play. Let's have a drink."

Kim Mal-soon, who was starting to feel stiff, loved the idea and pushed her desk away.

"Hahaha!"

Mussang laughed in silence.

"You jerk, was your mother's narrative tune funny to you?"

Kim Mal-soon deliberately raised her eyes.

"You took a such complicated route to say you wanted alcohol."

"You only live once and die once. What is the point of nitpicking? I like someone who is willing to eat a whole lot when they see some food, but ones who are skittish like a chicken climbing a pole are not even worth a glance to me."

"Of course. They say "Rain that knows when to come", and now this good rain knows good timing. Pajeon and makgeolli are the best on days when there's booze rain."

Jin-soon filled the bow to the brim. Kim Mal-soon drank it freely and turned the glass to Jin-soon.

"Baby, have a drink, too."

Jin-soon received the cup without hesitation.

"A cup of rice wine that falls to the bottom of your heart, a piece of pajeon blissful to the root of your tongue, a cup here a cup there, get the good seed before the harvest and let us enjoy with the ones we love."

Jin-soon emptied the glass and drew out a narrative tune mixed with an ulterior motive. Kim Mal-soon's eyes bent like a half moon. Jin-soon knew the bitter and sweet taste of life despite her young age.

Food and alcohol are valued not by type and quality, but by the way we treat food. If an uneasy-minded person drank sweet liquor and Manchu-Han Imperial Feast, will it benefit their flesh and blood? Happiness is having some tender pajeon with people you enjoy, with a bowl of rice wine.

"Oh, look at that sly fox! What is she talking about, good seed before the harvest?'

Mussang clicked their tongue inside. Jin-soon was a high-level player. She sneakily turned mother impulsive, whenever she got a chance, and mother just liked it.

"Oh what a fitting gesture. Is Jin-soon's mouth a mouth and your son's mouth just a hole?"

Excluded Mussang rushed to the drinking table.

"Well, Jin-soon hits it off with me, but you're old-fashioned. How can a man with fine limbs and full of strength look worthy to me when he doesn't do the duty?"

A soft slap of her words made Mussang shrink. One thing or another happened while considering the wedding date that mother was egging on. Yi Dae-deok's contact that the CIA began to watch was also concerning. It wasn't the right timing to talk about marriage leisurely.

"Baby, why is big-nose people's language so hard?"

Kim Mal-soon looked at Jin-soon with a troubled face.

"You seem to be doing a good job. Even the kids who don't have stiff tongue can't do the pronunciation of "P" and "F" properly. You are quite the fast learner, mother."

Jin-soon poured out excessive praise then looked back at Mussang and stuck her tongue out.

"Oh, damn it!"

Mussang flinched. Jin-soon, whose face was flustered red with alcohol, was as pretty as autumn leaves covered in early snow. Artax energy, which surpasses Viagra's efficacy by ten folds, heated up his blood. His lower body filled with energy.

"Really? Don't you think others will make fun of me if I went to school wearing a school uniform?""

"Oh, you have quite the young face. If you tie your short hair in pigtails and wear a school uniform, they'll think, oh wow, she must be a very mature student."

"No way! But it's nice to just hear that."

"Well, speaking of that, let's dress up. We even got your school uniform tailored."

"Oh, I'm being silly."

Though she said that, Kim Mal-soon followed Jin-soon up to the main building with a look of excitement.

"Sigh! I'm going crazy."

Mussang sighed deeply. He couldn't help but worry about Edel and Novatopia. The reason for the dawdling was because of his mother. She was in so much joy, he couldn't live his butt and go.

Beep- Beep- There was a high-frequency sound that only Mussang could hear. Three short, two long, it's Novatopia. When he pressed the button on the inside of the bookcase, a red communication device pushed out.

-Dubaiburupa forever!

'Oh, my God, I can't stand it.'

Even though he said not to do so, Ombuti the old man did not listen to what he said.

"Is everything all right, mister?"

- I apologize. There was an incident at Ennedi Coffee Farm. Approximately ten Rüppells dropped sarin gas bomb.

"What? Sprayed poisonous gas?"

Mussang burst out. The tragedy caused by the CG (asphyxiation agent) dropped by Assad in the northern Syrian city of Hama was vivid. Tipsiness suddenly disappeared.

- Thanks to Mago's sorcery driving away the Rüppells, we didn't suffer too much damage. There are thirty casualties. The contaminated area is being decontaminated with chlorine gas. The problem is~

Mussang listened without a word.

"Okay, there's a possibility that they're going to spray VX. Prepare enough chlorine gas and hydrogen peroxide and handle animal attacks in consultation with Mago. I'll head that way soon."

-I apologize for disturbing your peace. Dubaiburupa, forever!

Mussang's face hardened after the call.

"Dirty fellow, how dare you spray poison gas!"

The good mood was cleanly volatilized and a thick rage boiled over. Death is death, but death from poisonous gas is disastrous to even speak of. They tend to suffer from extreme pain until their last breath and often suffer from aftereffects for the rest of their lives even after treatment. In addition, they sprayed against civilians. It is not a situation to sit and watch.

Beep- Beep- The phone rang again. It's Novatopia again. He didn't have a good hunch. The face of Mussang with the receiver was suddenly distorted. It was a report by Mohammad.

"Hae young? Why is Hae young in Ituri jungle?""

His voice rose. He was dumbfounded and struck by the absurd news after seven years.

-Wakil, I apologize. The governor told me to report directly and leave the judgement to you, Wakil.

"Tell me the details."

-Four months ago, a U.S. Geological Survey went through Djibouti to East Africa. Major Paul met a Korean girl named In Haeyoung~

Mussang took notes frantically.

[Mambasa, U.S. military camp in Eunpanwaja 500km from Kisangani, armed Rwandan rebels...Cocora, Irumu, chasing a blonde woman, failing to enter a U.S. military camp...….conflict with the rebels...]

"Good work, Mohammad."

Mussang hung up and looked up at the ceiling blankly. Mohammad's words, that Haeyoung was in a U.S. military camp, and an unusual incident occurred in the camp, and the outskirts of Ituri jungle were in chaos, circulated in his ears. For some reason, the Black Continent persistently pulled him in.