The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 210

Rustle.

Someone stepped on leaves.

At first, it just sounded like someone stepping on leaves. But as Roman’s senses became stronger, he heard much more.

Rus, tle. He heard every tiny sound as someone’s foot touched the leaves. It was like he could hear each moment of the sound.

That wasn’t all.

Whoosh.

The wind blew.

The mana rising from Roman Dmitry mixed with the wind. He could sense the forms of the enemies touching the wind in his mind.

He could see how many enemies were around, what they looked like, and even if they were in good or bad shape based on their breathing.

The stage of In. The most basic realm.

He built the foundation of the Heavenly Demon Divine Art, developed his senses, and prepared for mana to explode.

Roman Dmitry had been developing the stage of In.

People said Roman Dmitry’s development was amazing, but he stayed in the stage of In until he defeated Butler.

And through repeated training, he finally broke down the wall.

Entering the stage of Ji meant developing the body and becoming one with nature.

His senses stretched out like a spider web.

If he had accepted nature in the stage of In, in the stage of Ji, he became one with nature.

One step. He moved forward.

And the shadows did not know what that meant.

The previous life. The day he first entered the stage of Ji.

Baek Jung-hyuk had blown away the heads of a hundred masters of the Righteous Sect whom he had encountered at a dead end.

Rumble. Auras rose from all directions.

The shadows used their energy and rushed in at the same time without a signal.

Thwack. The first one charged.

Roman Dmitry knew what the opponent was going to do: put strength into his feet, swell his thighs, and create a dark aura.

The shadows’ changes spread quickly.

As if they were talking with their minds, their attacks exploded in a flash.

It was fast.

A thick, black aura wrapped around their bodies, like oily smoke. It moved so fast it was hard to see.

However.

Whoosh. The first attack missed.

His keenly awakened senses grasped the surrounding information. He knew what kind of attack it was based on the direction of the dagger and the twitching of muscles.

To be one with nature meant that.

Because nature was filled with Roman Dmitry’s mana, it felt like *his* space. He sensed the attack coming and easily dodged it. In a flash, he used his sword and cut off the enemy’s head.

Flash!

Splurt.

The head flew off.

The shadows could not understand what happened.

Even though they used the dark aura as much as possible, they could not react to Roman Dmitry’s attack.

Moreover, the ability to turn the body into smoke was not activated either.

‘There are weaknesses in the enemies’ abilities.’

Roman Dmitry had learned the opponent’s abilities from the previous exchange.

There were two weaknesses.

First, there was a moment when the shadows’ bodies scattered like smoke and then became flesh again.

At that time, they could not stop physical attacks.

Roman Dmitry cut his chest, scattered like smoke, and then died, scattering crimson blood in the follow-up attack. This was aimed at the body’s reconstruction.

Second, this was more difficult than the first.

The opponent was using a special power, and when they became non-physical, they showed a subtle flow of mana.

That was the power that kept the shadow alive.

Even when they turned to smoke, they could come back together if their mana was still connected. But Roman Dmitry quickly cut off this connection.

Cutting the link meant the death of the shadow.

As their bodies returned to normal, they widened their eyes at the sword that cut them.

The shadow’s strategy was not ordinary.

It was impossible to use momentary opportunities with normal senses. But it was not difficult for Roman Dmitry, who had entered the stage of Ji.

He knew the opponent’s every move.

He saw when they would rebuild their body and the flow of mana. This time, he cut the link with the body before the opponent could do anything.

One strike. The shadow died.

At the sight of their comrade falling, the shadows’ presence burned even more fiercely.

Boom!

Boom! Boom!

Tremendous impacts occurred from all directions.

A suicidal move.

The shadows gave up their lives.

As the head of the first shadow flew off, the next shadow cut the body of the previous shadow, aiming for Roman Dmitry beyond it.

They had no love for their comrades.

The shadow whose body was being cut also showed an intense murderous intent toward Roman Dmitry, extending his sword until the last moment.

Rumble. The dark aura caused a tremendous explosion.

The more comrades died, the more powerful their aura became. It was a force that Roman Dmitry could not ignore.

The shadows were strong.

Gustavo, Nicolas, Butler.

Even if he fought all the continental rankers he had defeated at the same time, it would not be as threatening as the shadows’ combined attack.

An explosion occurred from all directions each time he took a breath.

If he blocked an attack from the front, they struck from the side. Even if he blocked that and cut off the enemy’s head, a dark aura fell like lightning from above.

Boom!

Rumble. A thick cloud of dust rose.

In the fleeting glimpses, Roman Dmitry was wrapped in a dark aura, brutally cutting down the enemies.

Pat. Hot, crimson blood splattered across Roman’s face and clothes. The metallic scent filled the air.

Roman Dmitry’s eyes narrowed, focusing on the fight. Crimson drops of blood splattered on his face, making his eyes look even more intense.

‘Bloodflow.’

The blood reacted.

The drops of blood turned into sharp thorns and pierced the vital points of the shadows that were rushing in.

Thwack. Stagger.

The shadow trembled.

Roman Dmitry reached out and grabbed the shadow’s head. When he slammed it on the ground, the head scattered like smoke.

That was all. He trampled the head before it could rebuild its body.

Roman Dmitry’s face was stained with blood to the point of looking cruel. He used Bloodflow to raise those drops of blood, piercing the enemies’ bodies without mercy.

Demonic Art.

People described the martial arts of the Demonic Cult, which pursued only strength, in that way.

In the meantime, Roman Dmitry had not used the Demonic Cult’s martial arts much.

The reason was that there was no need to, but it was also a choice because it looked shocking.

The Demonic Cult does not care about appearances.

Even if blood splatters and they look like demons, strength is all that matters.

And now, Roman Dmitry did not bother to hide his options against the Chronos Empire.

Against the enemies surrounded by darkness, Roman Dmitry, creating a blood-colored vortex, looked even more like a demon.

Crack. He crushed the enemy’s head. Already the tenth.

The number of enemies had significantly decreased.

They were clearly strong, but Chronos’s best was not a solution to the problem.

Overwhelming force.

Was it because they felt defeated?

From a certain moment, the shadow that appeared to be the leader disappeared.

The shadow ran through the forest.

This operation was perfect.

Roman Dmitry showed a fighting tendency as Chronos had predicted and crossed the border to attack the Ecorche’s base.

In fact, it meant the operation was a success.

The shadows were sure that this operation would succeed because Roman Dmitry did not bring any subordinates with him.

But they were completely defeated.

They could not believe that Roman Dmitry was massacring the shadows, even though they had seen it themselves.

‘Based on what we learned from the previous battle, we thought Roman Dmitry might be twice as strong as that. Even that was too much, but what was that demonic appearance? Our abilities were useless, and we were completely pushed back in the fight.’

The operation had failed.

It was meaningless to weaken him by using Ecorche and attacking him in a surprise attack with many people.

In the end, they were defeated in a head-on fight.

Faced with Roman Dmitry’s overwhelming force, the shadow made a quick decision.

‘To think that we couldn’t defeat him even with the demons. Roman Dmitry is more dangerous than people know. We must report this to the Empire. If what we saw today is not Roman Dmitry’s full power, he will be a big problem for the Chronos Empire’s plans.’

The shadows had done many missions for the Empire. In the process, they had faced enemies who were called strong.

Only once had they been so overwhelmingly defeated.

The being who used sacred power was not ranked, and they had to give up fighting when they saw him using powerful force against the darkness.

But Roman Dmitry was different.

He was not a natural enemy, and the situation was good for them.

It was just a fight of power against power, and they were torn to pieces by an overwhelming force that they could not reach.

They were confused.

Even the top rankers of Chronos would not be able to overcome their combined attack so easily.

‘The more we know about Roman Dmitry, the more mysterious he is. If His Majesty the Emperor orders us to assassinate Roman Dmitry, we need to do everything we can.’

He ran as fast as he could.

He planned to create distance and then contact the Empire.

It was then. Stagger. His body tilted.

The moment the shadow realized what was happening, his vision twisted, and he fell to the ground.

His two legs, which had been fine until now, had been cut off.

The shadow fell on the ground. Before he could do anything, his chest was stepped on.

Thud.

‘Did he already take care of everything?’

It was Roman Dmitry. He had followed.

With this, the plan had failed.

He had tried to report what had happened here to the Empire, but he had been caught.

But Roman Dmitry took out a magic communication device from his pocket and tossed it to the shadow.

“Contact the Empire. And report what happened here.”

Roman Dmitry. His intentions were unknown.

It might be a trap, but the shadow needed to contact the Empire even if it was risky.

He connected the communication.

[Is Roman Dmitry dealt with? Tell me it’s done!]

The shadow looked up at Roman Dmitry and said.

“…The operation… it’s a disaster. We failed.”

[Failed? What on earth are you talking about?!]

“Baron Charlton. Please tell His Majesty the Emperor this: We were *completely wrong* about Roman Dmitry. He’s far more dangerous than we ever imagined. We used eighteen demons, but we couldn’t even scratch Roman Dmitry, and our ability to ignore physical attacks didn’t work. Roman Dmitry was hiding his strength. Or maybe he didn’t need to show it.”

Roman Dmitry did not stop him as he spoke.

He just looked down silently, so the shadow hurried his words.

“In the past 2 years, Roman Dmitry’s growth has been strange. We thought we knew his starting point, but Roman Dmitry may have secrets that we cannot handle. He *must* be stopped. The Empire *must* act now, or it will be too late!”

His voice became fierce.

He glared as if telling Roman Dmitry to kill him.

With this, his role was over.

If such a report goes up with the mission failure, the Chronos Emperor will not stand by.

The other side of the communication device was silent.

Was it because he was surprised by the report?

From the communication device, which had been silent for a while, a cold voice was heard.

[Roman Dmitry… *You* are there? Is that *you*?!]