The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 261

Everyone thought it was impossible. No one believed a single person could defeat an army. But they were about to learn they were wrong.

Roman Dmitry had beaten Barbosa. They had heard stories about his amazing power again and again. Even experienced commanders who had seen many battles couldn’t believe what was happening. It went against everything they thought was normal.

It just didn’t make sense. No matter how hard they tried to understand it.

The idea that one swordsman could defeat ten thousand soldiers? Crazy.

But then…

Bento fell. Dead.

Count Pablo watched him drop with a single strike. Suddenly, what he thought was possible changed. He understood.

‘…This fellow really intends to slaughter us all.’

A chill ran down his spine.

His smile disappeared quickly as he considered that the fire, like Bento had suggested, might be intended to block their retreat.

Cronos’ soldiers still swarmed within his sight.

He had held back the magic users because things were messy, but now things were different.

“Yale!”

“Yes.”

“Use attack magic to strike Roman Dmitry immediately!”

“But… but we’ll hit our own soldiers!”

“What does that matter?! Does the current situation look favorable to you? If we continue like this, even if we defeat Roman Dmitry, we will lose a significant number of troops! If they are going to die at the enemy’s hands anyway, it would be better for them to sacrifice their lives for the Empire, which would be best for all of us.”

“Understood.”

Yale stepped back because Pablo was furious.

He was right.

It might be a cruel reality for the soldiers, but with even Bento fallen, they could not afford to worry about harming their own troops and hold back their magic.

At Yale’s signal, the mages of Blue Island stepped forward.

Blue light crackled around the mages. The air hummed with power as they raised their hands.

“Aqua Cannon.”

“Aqua Ball.”

“Aqua Ball.”

Wham!

Splash! Splash! Splash!

The magic hit everywhere.

Powerful water exploded everywhere. Soldiers attacking Roman Dmitry couldn’t escape. It was a sudden attack.

The force of the water broke necks and backs.

Water filled their mouths and throats, and they couldn’t breathe.

It was a gruesome sight.

Just as he was certain that Roman Dmitry could not possibly be unharmed, Yale witnessed an unbelievable sight.

Whoosh.

Right before his eyes.

Roman Dmitry appeared.

In a flash, he knew he had to get out of the way.

“Memorize, Hold.”

He used the special spell mages use against fighters, and at the same time, he tried to escape the danger with Blink.

In his mind, the series of events unfolded naturally.

But the spell didn’t work. He saw red blood spraying in front of his eyes.

‘…?!’

A burning pain erupted in his chest.

The ‘Hold’ spell only worked for a moment. Even though he was a powerful mage, he couldn’t do anything.

The mages of Blue Island.

They unleashed their magic in fury.

But the exploding spells only detonated in the air, and Roman Dmitry’s figure vanished like a mirage before their eyes.

And then.

“Kraaak.”

“Wh, what is this… Ack!”

He killed them instantly.

Roman Dmitry moved through space so quickly that by the time they regained their senses, he had already slashed the mages’ bodies.

They could not react even when they saw it.

As they unleashed their magic to attack Roman Dmitry, they saw him already out of the magic’s range, attacking another mage.

They were horrified.

Was this the power of a human?

Magic was thwarted in an instant, and the mages’ power was gone.

“Protect the mages!”

“Attack!”

The soldiers surged forward.

They wanted to fix things, but what awaited them was a despairing reality.

‘Falling Lightning.’

This was ‘Falling Lightning’.

Flash!

KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM!

Roman Dmitry jumped high, his sword crackling with blue energy. He plunged down like a lightning bolt! BOOM! The ground shook, and a wave of force ripped through the soldiers.

The bodies of those caught in the shockwave were torn to shreds.

Even soldiers far away fell to the ground, knocked out by the force. It was too strong for anyone to handle.

Rumble.

A cloud of dust rose.

The Imperial soldiers could no longer dare to rush at Roman Dmitry as he emerged from within it.

They were terrified.

It was like their instincts took over.

Despite the thousands of soldiers remaining, they had completely lost their will to fight.

Thud. Thud.

Roman Dmitry walked on.

Blood dripped from his sword, and the Imperial soldiers retreated, their faces filled with terror.

Some were pushed forward by the crowd, and they sat down on the ground, crawling away on their bottoms.

At the end of his gaze.

There was Count Pablo.

As Roman Dmitry approached him, he shouted frantically, his face white with terror.

“What are you all doing? Attack Roman Dmitry! Attack that evil monster now!”

“……”

No one responded.

The Imperial soldiers only looked at each other, and no one dared to take the initiative to rush forward.

Bento and the Seven Knights. The mages of Blue Island.

Even the strongest fighters, who normal soldiers were afraid of, were easily defeated by Roman Dmitry. They were like tiny insects to him.

The soldiers were terrified of Roman Dmitry.

Step by step, Roman Dmitry drew closer.

Count Pablo retreated, shouting, “You insane bastards! Disobeying orders is a capital offense! Do you think the laws of the Empire will spare you if you survive this? Draw your swords! Attack Roman Dmitry! Count Pablo will remember anyone who sets an example!”

He tried to be nice and then threatening.

Despite his desperate shouts, no one responded to Count Pablo’s command.

Eventually, he collapsed to the floor with a soft ‘plop’.

Count Pablo looked up at Roman Dmitry with a terrified expression.

“Roman Dmitry, why are you going this far? If you let it go, the Chronos Empire won’t start a war against Dmitry. But if you attack Rascal and even kill me, there’s no turning back. Dmitry is destined to lose the war anyway, so why dig your own grave!”

Threats were useless.

Certain that Roman Dmitry intended to kill him, Count Pablo’s expression turned vicious.

“Fine, you son of a bitch! Kill me! But remember! Do you really think someone like you can handle a full-scale war with Chronos? Rascal’s forces are only a small part. Hundreds of thousands of troops are gathering here to crush Dmitry. No matter how much you struggle, they will wipe Dmitry out in an instant. That is the price you will pay for this outrage!” he shouted with all his might.

That sight reminded Roman Dmitry of a memory.

The death of the Mad Demon.

Baek Jung-hyuk held a memorial service.

After spending time to honor the departed, Baek Jung-hyuk suddenly headed to Henan Province, to Mount Song.

It was the location of the Shaolin Temple, the head of the Nine Great Sects. The sudden appearance of the Heavenly Demon threw the Shaolin warriors into chaos.

It was an emergency.

Now that the Demonic Cult had revealed its ambition to conquer the Murim, they had no choice but to mobilize the One Hundred and Eight Arhats and the warriors of Mount Song to suppress Baek Jung-hyuk.

That day, a fierce battle unfolded.

No matter how strong Baek Jung-hyuk was, fighting alone in Shaolin’s base was reckless.

Many people died.

Mount Song, considered sacred by the orthodox Murim, was stained with blood. Baek Jung-hyuk was the only one standing atop the mountain of corpses.

Unlike the surrounding scenery, Baek Jung-hyuk’s expression was serene.

His clothes were tattered and soaked in blood, but even in this fierce battle, his body had no particular wounds.

It was overwhelming.

A warrior monk, once called the hope of Shaolin, looked up at Baek Jung-hyuk with a miserable face and said, “…Why? Why did you attack this place alone?” He spat blood, unable to understand.

Even if Baek Jung-hyuk possessed such overwhelming power, attacking Shaolin alone was beyond common sense.

The warrior monk looked up at Baek Jung-hyuk, wanting to know Baek Jung-hyuk’s intentions. Shaolin might end like this.

At that moment, Baek Jung-hyuk said, “My person…died.”

Special reason? There was none.

He acted because he wanted to, and he needed power to live that way.

“Now you know what happens when you touch my people, even if you are the pinnacle of the Nine Great Sects.”

A crack appeared on the warrior monk’s face.

Only then did he realize that the orthodox Murim had no chance of winning the war with the Demonic Cult from the start.

It was the same as then: an expression of despair, but a reaction that couldn’t accept reality.

Roman Dmitry squatted down, meeting Count Pablo’s gaze.

“Do you know why I decided to wage war against Chronos?”

Crack.

“Hngh?!”

He grabbed his lower jaw with a rough touch. Count Pablo struggled but couldn’t shake off Roman Dmitry’s grip.

“I didn’t like the way Chronos looks down on us from above, as if they are the rulers of the continent. Count Pablo, it doesn’t matter how you’ve lived until now. Even if Chronos’ history has never allowed a single defeat, what matters to me is that you came to Dmitry’s land and touched my people.”

Count Pablo’s eyes widened and turned red.

He wanted to speak.

When Roman Dmitry released his hand, he coughed a few times in pain and looked at Roman Dmitry.

“…Really, is that all? You started this ridiculous war just because the Chronos Empire irritated you? Roman Dmitry! You’re truly pathetic! The world praises you as a genius, but in reality, you’re just a reckless brat! National affairs are not to be dealt with emotionally. Why can’t you consider the fact that Dmitry’s people will die because of your decision?”

It was his last struggle.

Roman Dmitry didn’t answer.

He rummaged through Count Pablo’s pockets, ignoring his hostile gaze, and took out a magic communication device.

Crack!

He crushed it.

Seeing Count Pablo’s bewildered expression, Roman Dmitry stood up.

“That reason is enough for me.”

Whoosh.

Fwoosh.

“Aargh!”

“S-Save me!”

Flames erupted.

The Empire soldiers who had been watching the situation were engulfed in flames, and they screamed horribly.

In an instant, it turned into a hell of chaos.

There was no need to deal with those who had lost their will to fight and were standing by, one by one, with a sword.

Therefore, except for the area where Count Pablo was sitting, all the surrounding space was covered in flames.

He couldn’t breathe.

Count Pablo saw Roman Dmitry standing behind the raging flames as if he were a demon.

Soon, Roman Dmitry himself was engulfed in flames.

In a situation where everything was burning, a voice was heard from beyond the flames.

“I’ll give you a chance. Either be prepared to burn and survive, or report what happened in Rascal to the Empire and die. It’s your choice.”

Roman Dmitry’s voice was no longer heard.