The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 259

Loud warning alarms screamed from everywhere.

Amidst the deafening chaos, soldiers were frantically searching for Roman Dmitry, their eyes burning with determination.

“It’s Roman Dmitry!”

“He’s over there!”

In an instant, soldiers swarmed him.

With 10,000 troops stationed in Rascal, hundreds of soldiers surrounded Roman Dmitry in the blink of an eye.

It was a menacing sight.

It looked like they were trapping Roman Dmitry like a rabbit. But it was not like that at all.

Crack!

“Kraaah.”

The leading soldier was torn apart in an instant.

As the soldier’s eyes widened in shock, Roman Dmitry retrieved his sword and slashed at the bodies of the soldiers who followed.

Thick blood dripped from the sword as it moved.

Before the first soldier’s body even hit the ground, Roman Dmitry’s sword had already sent three heads flying into the air simultaneously.

Rumble!

Aura surged.

He plunged into the space teeming with soldiers, cutting down every enemy he encountered.

The soldiers’ counterattacks were meaningless.

Those within striking distance could only scream in agony as pain spread through their bodies, and Roman Dmitry used his magic on the soldiers around him.

‘Bloodflow.’

Tap tap tap-

Blood droplets transformed into thorns, piercing the bodies of the enemies.

A terrible scream erupted.

As dozens of soldiers fell simultaneously, those behind them showed expressions of terror.

This was no rabbit hunt.

Roman Dmitry showed no sign of fleeing; rather, he seemed to be hunting down and massacring the enemies.

It was a disconcerting moment for the officers commanding the soldiers.

They couldn’t withdraw their troops because of Count Pablo’s orders, but it seemed the soldiers would all die if they continued like this.

Beep.

“This is Sector 1, this is Sector 1. We cannot stop Roman Dmitry! We need help now!”

He spoke urgently.

And then, the moment he looked forward.

Flash!

His head flew off.

The moment he felt a surge of heat, Roman Dmitry’s sword slit his throat before he could even react.

The chain of command collapsed.

Even in the heart of the enemy ranks, Roman Dmitry made sure to take the lives of those presumed to be officers.

Even with 10,000 troops.

If the commanders were dead and unable to control the troops immediately, then the numbers would inevitably lose their meaning.

Just five minutes.

That was the time Roman Dmitry spent carrying out the massacre.

As more troops flocked to the place called Sector 1, Roman Dmitry threw himself into the flames without hesitation.

Whoosh.

Rooooar!

“Chase him!”

“We can’t chase him because of the flames!”

Panic spread among the soldiers. They realized this was not an easy fight.

For the Chronos Empire, it was a situation where anger exploded.

The Empire’s swordsmen had arrived, intending to turn the tide, but the raging flames thwarted their will to pursue.

They couldn’t understand how Roman Dmitry was unaffected by the fire.

What was certain was that even approaching slightly caused their skin to turn red, preventing any pursuit within the flames.

And a few minutes later.

“Kraaah!”

“Ro, Roman Dmitry!”

He reappeared in another location.

Emerging from the flames, Roman Dmitry once again unleashed a massacre, severing the soldiers’ waists.

This was a smart way to fight. Only Roman Dmitry could do this. He attacked quickly, then disappeared into the fire.

It was something only Roman Dmitry could do, and even as he carried out a one-sided slaughter, if his keen senses detected ‘a group of people,’ he would immediately disappear into the flames.

Their presence was none other than the 7th Knights of the Chronos Empire.

As they rushed in with furious momentum, he fought them off just enough this time before retreating into the flames.

Whoosh.

Roooar.

Roman Dmitry knew he had to keep moving. He couldn’t stay in one place for too long.

Not yet.

Roman Dmitry gazed at the angry faces of his enemies and was engulfed in flames. He felt no fear, only focus.

The commander of the 7th Knights, Knight Commander Bento was furious at the series of events.

[This is Sector 1, this is Sector 1. We cannot stop Roman Dmitry. Requesting immediate support!]

Support signal.

As soon as he grasped Roman Dmitry’s location, he rushed to the place called Sector 1.

The opponent was a rat in a trap.

He was confident that he could deal with him the moment he caught his tail, and the aura swordsmen of the 7th Knights followed Bento at a rapid pace.

It didn’t take long to get from their current location to Sector 1.

It was a little over five minutes, and he thought they had arrived very quickly, but Roman Dmitry was nowhere to be seen at the scene.

Mountains of corpses.

Soldiers groaning in pain.

It was the sight of a defeated army.

Bento felt a surge of anger. ‘He’s playing with us,’ he thought.

He gritted his teeth and looked around, but there was no way to find Roman Dmitry.

That’s when it happened.

[Roman Dmitry has appeared in Sector 2, in Sector 2… Kraaah!]

Beyond the magic communication device, the soldiers’ screams were heard.

Bento hurriedly turned around and ran at full speed towards Sector 2, which was not far away.

He didn’t care about the hot flames licking around him, rising high and fast.

If he could reduce the travel time, he would protect his body with aura and pass through the small flames.

But.

The result was the same this time as well.

There were only traces of what Roman Dmitry had done, and the perpetrator of the massacre could not be found.

Bento’s anger grew. He was always one step behind.

[Roman Dmitry has appeared in Sector 3!]

[Sector 4! Help us!]

[Aargh!]

Reports poured in from all directions.

The opponent’s movements were elusive, and the moment they thought they had caught his tail, he appeared in another area.

It was a ghostly feat.

If Roman Dmitry was truly unaffected by the fire, then pursuit would be difficult in the current situation, where the entire Rascal was ablaze.

Anger exploded.

His red eyes gleamed with murderous intent.

Crack.

Bento’s face was red with rage. ‘Roman Dmitry, you son of a bitch!’ he roared, his voice shaking.

His struggles were meaningless.

Bento grabbed the collar of a wounded man lying on the floor and vented his anger at the innocent man.

“Tell me what you saw! Where did he go? Was he alone? Tell me now!”

He shouted.

The soldier trembled in fear, barely managing to speak with a strained expression.

“…I, I don’t know where he went. Wh, what is certain is that Roman Dmitry was alone.”

Alone.

Everyone said the same thing. Again and again, the soldiers repeated it. Whenever they reached a new scene of chaos, they spoke of only one person: Roman Dmitry.

Wait.

Something felt wrong. Deeply wrong.

Rascal. This was Chronos’s main base in the area. Roman Dmitry knew thousands of soldiers were here.

Why would Roman Dmitry attack such a place alone? Bento thought about it, but it just didn’t make sense. It was too dangerous, too risky. There was no good reason for it.

Rumors whispered that Roman Dmitry loved to fight. People said he was a true warrior.

That meant he wouldn’t run away to trick them. He wasn’t the type to lure them into a trap with a fake retreat.

Could it be…?

Bento’s stomach dropped. A cold fear gripped him. A terrible thought came to mind.

The magic communicator on the table buzzed urgently. A voice, strained and high-pitched, crackled from it. “Commander! Commander! The fire—it’s everywhere! We can’t stop it!” But Bento ignored it. That wasn’t important now.

“I’m going to the gates!” Bento shouted, pushing back his chair. “Now! Hurry!”

At that moment, the wizards of Blue Island were not joining the pursuit of Roman Dmitry, but instead were putting out the fire.

Whoosh.

Fwoosh.

“Ooh. Hot, hot.”

Yale was a wizard from Blue Island.

As a 5th circle mage, he wasn’t scared of the fire that terrified others.

Blue Island was a school that specialized in water magic.

Maybe Roman Dmitry had a plan. But Yale being here was bad news for Roman Dmitry’s plan.

Fire. He was confident he could stop it quickly.

As Yale and the other wizards used their magic, a moist wind swirled around them, turning blue.

“Aqua Field.”

Whoa.

Mana surged.

Water exploded from empty space like a tsunami, sweeping away everything around it.

Even if the fire was from oil, it was no problem.

The magic water was strong. Even a big explosion would be swallowed up quickly.

At the same time, the wizards of Blue Island added their strength.

“Aqua Shield.”

“Aqua Shield.”

“Aqua Shield.”

They formed a water barrier around the fire.

Fire needs air to burn. So, they used the Aqua Shield to block air from the fire.

This was a smart way to put out the fire.

The Aqua Shield also cooled things down. They were sure the Aqua Field would put out the fire right away.

However.

Boom!

Rumble!

An explosion happened.

The fire blazed, fighting against the water.

It was shocking.

Normally, this water magic would put out any fire. But this fire was different. It just ate up all the water.

It wasn’t just any magic, but 5th circle magic.

Yale was a Blue Island wizard. He had seen many fires. But this fire made no sense.

“…How on earth?”

He was stunned.

The fire roared like a volcano. Yale snapped back to attention and used magic again.

But the result was the same.

The 5th circle magic disappeared instantly.

Fssssss.

“I’m sure of it. This is no ordinary fire.”

Count Pablo said the fire was caused by oil.

At first, Yale thought so too. But as he watched the fire resist the water magic, his mind changed.

Maybe the fire started with oil, like Count Pablo said.

But now, this huge fire was clearly magic.

So, Yale knew he couldn’t put out this fire alone.

Bento ran like crazy.

Just now, he got a report from Yale.

What Yale said made his bad feeling even stronger.

[Something is wrong. Water magic can’t stop this fire. It must be controlled by something. We need to stop that thing to put out the fire.]

There were two choices.

They could either use very strong magic to stop the fire, or find and stop whatever was making the fire.

Strong magic wasn’t possible right now. So, the only way was to find Roman Dmitry.

He might not be the one making the fire.

People said he was strong against fire. So, maybe he started this fire.

First, he needed to check something.

Bento reached the south gate of Rascal. He looked around, his face pale.

Whoosh.

Fwoosh.

The gate was on fire.

Part of the gate had fallen down. It blocked the way out. Flames burned hot on the walls. It looked impossible to escape.

His bad feeling was right.

Bento thought Roman Dmitry was distracting them to buy time. That’s why he checked for the worst.

At that time, he got a report from his subordinates.

[North gate blocked!]

[West gate too! Fire is too strong to pass.]

[East gate on fire! Someone set it on purpose. Guards are dead, and the gate control is broken.]

“…This guy… could he have…?”

Whoosh.

Fwoosh.

Flames surged in front of him.

Despair filled Bento as he watched the flames eat the south gate.

“Ten thousand soldiers trapped in Rascal… We’re all stuck here.”

It was crazy.

He didn’t want to believe it, but he knew it was true.

Roman Dmitry.

He planned to trap and kill all ten thousand of them. Alone.