The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 180

Whoosh! Swish!

Black arrows flew in a dark cloud, soaring high into the sky and blocking out the sun.

Count Fabius gripped the horse reins tightly and raised his shield above his head as the rain of arrows fell.

Thwack!

“Kraaak.”

“Keok.”

Soldiers struck by arrows collapsed where they stood.

They protected their bodies with shields and armor, but they could not be completely safe from hundreds of arrows falling all at once.

Arrows accurately pierced their vulnerable flesh.

The soldiers who fell to the ground screamed, but the soldiers who rushed in behind them charged fiercely towards the castle walls, unconcerned.

At the forefront was Fabius.

He ran with the men on warhorses, looking only ahead, and his heart pounded madly as the castle walls approached.

Thud, thud.

Fabius was not young.

He could have stayed back and just shouted orders like other nobles, and no one would have blamed him, but he risked his life on this choice.

People called Fabius ‘the Raccoon of Kairos’ because he was known for changing sides and being sneaky.

The choice to move from one place to another made people frown, but there was a reason he survived.

Do your best in every choice.

That was Fabius’s motto.

If he betrayed Marquis Benedict and followed Dimitri, he would devote himself to Dimitri as if today were his last.

It was the same on the southern front.

He took risks to prove his worth, choosing options that everyone else avoided.

Whoosh.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

Flames fell from the sky.

Fabius gritted his teeth and ran.

Even as knights were shot by arrows and fell right next to him, even as screams echoed from all directions, he only looked at the gap where the castle walls had collapsed.

In his younger days, he had wandered the battlefield and overcome many crises.

He knew that in battle, if you were unsure or slow to act, you would die faster.

Like that.

Crack!

“Die!”

He charged into the castle walls.

As soon as the warhorse’s front hooves crushed a soldier’s head, Count Fabius jumped off his horse and swung his sword like lightning.

Blood splattered.

He did not possess great martial prowess like an Aura Swordsman, but he still had enough strength to defeat ordinary soldiers.

At the same time, other troops rushed in.

Count Fabius and the knights had arrived a little early, but suddenly, the inside of the castle walls became a chaotic hell.

“Kill all the traitors!”

It was the beginning of a full-scale battle.

Count Fabius madly slashed at the enemies rushing at him.

No matter how many he slashed, the attackers seemed endless in the crowded space, and he began to run out of breath before he had even swung his sword a few times.

Because he had lived a peaceful life in the capital, and because he was not young, Count Fabius did not show the overwhelming appearance he had at first.

But.

‘Haste.’

Whoa-

He used an artifact.

As blue light swirled around his body, he overcame the crisis with agile movements that surpassed his age.

Fabius.

He wasn’t stupid enough to just throw his life away.

If he had been hit by an arrow, the shield engraved on his armor would have been activated, and he had purchased buff-type artifacts for a large sum of money to survive this chaotic battlefield.

It was true that he risked his life as a vanguard.

However, after maximizing his chances of survival, he deliberately created a dramatic situation.

Performance.

It was an essential element.

Count Fabius was a person who wanted to be recognized for his performance.

Slash!

He cut off the enemy’s head.

Already the 10th.

Perhaps because he was losing strength, he struggled to cut through the neck bone at once.

“Haa, haa.”

He gasped for breath.

His role was over.

He knew he couldn’t keep rushing forward.

In this land that had turned into a hell where they killed each other, Count Fabius did not rush in recklessly.

Since he had properly fulfilled his role as a vanguard, he focused on calming his rapidly rising breath while cautiously watching the surroundings.

And.

‘From now on, it’s Roman Dimitri’s time.’

Fabius watched.

Roman Dimitri.

He was massacring the black wave of enemies.

Vanguard.

Leading the attack wasn’t something Roman Dimitri would leave completely to Fabius.

Behind Fabius, Roman Dimitri appeared.

The soldiers of the noble faction screamed as if they were screaming at the sight of him starting a massacre as soon as he rushed in.

“Stop him!”

“It’s Roman Dimitri!”

“The demon of Kairos has appeared! Kill him by any means!”

In the hell of chaos, the enemy soldiers showed they wanted to kill Roman Dimitri.

All the soldiers nearby rushed at him, and since it was already enemy territory, it looked like Roman Dimitri would be overwhelmed by the attackers.

But the result was different.

In the blink of an eye, the bodies of those who encountered Roman Dimitri were torn to pieces, and blood and death raged.

Pshoo!

“Kraaaah.”

Soldiers clashed and fought.

It was hard to see what was happening from far away, but every time a soldier from the noble faction screamed, blood scattered in the sky.

Soon, Roman Dimitri was covered in blood.

He did not stop his speed even while covered in bright red blood, and he pushed forward as if he did not care about the number of enemies.

Everyone around him was swarming with enemies.

If he cut down the enemy in front of him, enemies would rush in from both sides, and if he cut down both sides, enemies would rush in from behind.

The soldiers tried to kill Roman Dimitri to save themselves, but they were quickly overwhelmed by pain.

His body became hot.

When he looked around, he saw bodies disappearing and blood spraying like fountains.

They were completely overwhelmed. It was a one-sided fight.

Like a wolf among sheep, the enemies who encountered Roman Dimitri fell with screams of agony.

A path opened.

They had to get out of his way.

When the people who were standing there died, that place became a path.

How far into the enemy lines had he gone?

Only Roman Dimitri existed in the enemy camp.

Others followed, but they couldn’t keep up with Roman Dimitri’s speed.

The moment had arrived.

The commander of the guard at Benedict Castle shouted, “Now! Attack, everyone!”

His voice was loud and strong, like thunder.

What Cameron saw was like a nightmare. Roman Dmitry’s power was too much.

It was like a storm crashing into the real world. Against such power, their human strength felt weak. They could not fight back.

“This is the Demon of Cairo,” Cameron thought.

He felt cold shivers on his skin. Now he understood why the Hector Kingdom lost to Roman Dmitry, even after winning battles in the south.

“How can anyone stop such a monster when he attacks from inside the castle?”

Cameron was afraid to fight Roman himself, but he would not give up.

“We planned for Roman Dmitry to get past the walls. He is the best swordsman in Cairo. He likes to fight. He will push too far, and that will be our chance to defeat him.”

Cameron waited for his chance.

He needed the perfect moment.

When Roman Dmitry was far from his friends, Cameron shouted as loud as he could, “Now! Attack, everyone!”

“Attack!” echoed the others.

Clang! Rumble! The sounds of metal filled the air.

Bright lights of aura magic flashed from everywhere.

To fight just one man, the nobles had gathered all the aura swordsmen they could find in their families.

They only cared about Roman Dmitry.

Even when Count Fabius was causing chaos inside the castle, they stayed put. But now, at Cameron’s word, they all charged forward.

One hundred swordsmen.

It was a terrifying sight. So many swords and so much power aimed at one person.

They all used their aura power and attacked Roman Dmitry at the same time.

However,

Splurt!

It happened to the first one.

The swordsman who ran forward first was cut in half right away.

His aura, which was shining brightly, went dark in a flash. His eyes opened wide, as if he couldn’t believe he was killed so easily, along with his sword.

And that was just the start.

Different kinds of aura attacks burst out as they attacked Roman Dmitry. But they were all thrown back, spitting out blood each time they clashed with him.

With just one move.

Roman Dmitry knocked away three aura swordsmen at once.

It didn’t matter if they had 1-star aura or 3-star aura. They couldn’t stop him. The confident looks they had just moments before were now twisted in fear.

Something was terribly wrong.

They thought one hundred swordsmen would easily win. But as time went on, the aura swordsmen seemed to have no effect at all.

It didn’t matter if they were normal soldiers or powerful aura swordsmen.

The result was always the same.

Their heads were cut off before they could even attack. Swords powered by aura were sliced through as if they were just cheap, normal swords.

Crack!

A fist smashed into a face.

The swordsman stumbled back and fell.

Roman Dmitry didn’t stop fighting.

This was war.

He didn’t just want to win.

He wanted to show everyone clearly how Dmitry deals with enemies and punishes traitors.

He wanted to make sure no one would ever try this again.

Roman Dmitry showed his power. He completely defeated one hundred swordsmen, killing them like they were just weak soldiers.

“…I-Impossible,” Cameron whispered, shocked.

Cameron was horrified.

One hundred swordsmen!

The nobles had smiled when they sent them out.

They were sure that even if Roman Dmitry was a monster, he couldn’t beat so many people.

But.

What was this?

This was not human strength.

Roman Dmitry was something Cairo had never seen before.

Thud.

Another person died.

He was called the Demon of Cairo, but this dead swordsman was one of the best of the hundred. Cameron stared at the body, its eyes wide open as if still surprised to be dead. Cameron took a step back without thinking.

It was over.

The walls meant nothing now.

Trying to fight Roman Dmitry up close was just crazy.

“I have to tell the commander about this,” he thought.

He turned around.

There were still many soldiers waiting for his orders on the battlefield.

But Cameron didn’t even think twice. He ran away from the battlefield as fast as he could.

The leaders of the nobles.

They were in a safe place, far from the fighting.

They waited nervously for news. Finally, they got a voice message from the walls.

[T-This is awful!]

It was Cameron’s voice.

Cameron’s voice was full of fear as he told them the bad news.

[The walls are broken! The magic defenses didn’t work. It’s only a matter of time before the Kingdom’s soldiers take the walls. They are coming in fast. And Roman Dmitry is unstoppable. We sent all the aura swordsmen from our families, but he defeated them all easily.]

“…Oh no,” said one of them.

Marquis Benedict, listening to the message, went white in the face.

He felt like he might faint.

Just yesterday, they were excited about the future, thinking the Cronos Empire would help them. But Benedict Castle, which everyone thought was impossible to break into, had fallen in just one day.

It was crazy to try to fight here anymore.

That’s why the noble leaders had stayed far away from the walls from the beginning.

[We have to run now… Ack!]

A terrible scream.

Marquis Benedict stopped moving.

He felt cold fear go down his back.

The sound of someone dying meant Cameron was killed.

[Marquis Benedict,] a voice said.

It was a voice they knew well.

Roman Dmitry had found them. He had taken Cameron’s communicator. His hand was probably covered in blood.

[Marquis Benedict, you have done terrible things. You have hurt our country. You tried to attack Dmitry with the nobles, you tried to get other nobles to join your rebellion, and you made the Cronos Empire get involved in our war. People can make mistakes, but what you have done is too much. You cannot take it back.]

His voice was cold and scary.

Even though no one answered him.

Roman Dmitry kept talking.

[I promise you, you will not get a second chance. So, keep fighting until the end. Even if you beg and cry and scream about your sins until you can’t talk anymore. I will kill all of you, and your families too, for betraying our country.]

Between each word.

Every breath felt like it took forever.

They held their breath, not making a sound.

They didn’t want Roman Dmitry to know they were listening.

[We will meet soon,] Roman Dmitry said.

Thud.

The message ended.

Their hearts dropped.

The message from the call that only went one way.

Marquis Benedict and the other nobles stared at the communicator, their faces full of fear.