The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 276

What happened was very strange and shocking.

A man was twisting on the ground in terrible pain, his body arching and shaking. He groaned and gasped, sweat pouring down his red face.

Roman Dmitry stood nearby, the reason for this suffering. He made the battlefield feel unreal, like something from a nightmare.

“……Ugh, ugh, ughh.”

The groans never stopped.

At first, he struggled a lot, but with the constant pain, he seemed to lose feeling.

It was Hannibal.

The sword that Chronos was so proud of was dying in such a terrible way.

People watched, their eyes filled with shock, horror, and fear.

The stories about Roman Dmitry were always extreme.

When he defeated Barco, people said he killed everyone. But he was also kind to those who followed him, even throwing parties for his servants.

People are usually a mix of good and bad. But Roman Dmitry seemed so extreme, people felt he was not like them.

Now people understood who Roman Dmitry would protect and who he would destroy.

Beast.

Demon.

He didn’t care what names people called him.

He wasn’t trying to be seen as a good person.

When you fight a war with the intent to kill, worrying about what people think and trying to stay within the rules doesn’t work in the world of the Demonic Cult.

Kill or be killed. He lived in a world where only the strongest survive. So, he made Hannibal, who was known for torturing people, die a cruel and miserable death.

Finally.

Hannibal’s body fell to the ground.

Roman Dmitry stood up and pushed his blood-soaked hair back.

“The war isn’t over yet, is it? Are you just going to stand there and watch?”

Drip, drip.

Blood fell from his hair.

Duke Bamford knew it was Hannibal’s blood. He looked at Roman Dmitry, his eyes trembling, and asked:

“Even in war, there are limits! Do you understand what you’ve done? Your people who are captured by Chronos in the future will suffer even more. What you’ve done means you’ve crossed the line completely.”

“You’re spouting nonsense.”

Roman Dmitry smirked.

They had lost on the Western Front.

Those who were captured had gone through hell. Showing mercy to the enemy so they could die comfortably was not something Roman Dmitry would do.

Death would be painful, it could not be avoided.

From the moment they stepped onto the battlefield, they had to pay the price for their choice.

However.

He didn’t want them to regret following him.

He promised to win the war. He would make sure their pain was repaid so greatly, they would remember it forever.

Roman Dmitry said.

“Those I define as enemies are not human. If you decide to face my sword, you should know that you won’t die peacefully. If you don’t come to me, I will go to you.”

He started walking.

Just one man.

The soldiers of Chronos raised their weapons, their faces terrified as he approached.

Roman Dmitry’s words and actions were causing fear.

No one had ever acted like this against Chronos.

It was then.

“Giga Lightning.”

Flash.

Kwakwakwakwang!

A blinding white light crashed down towards Roman Dmitry’s head.

Rumble!

The world exploded in white light.

The light was so strong, Duke Bamford thought Roman Dmitry might be dead.

But.

“He blocked it? Roman Dmitry, you are no ordinary being.”

It was Sheffir.

He had used a surprise 6-circle magic attack. He saw Roman Dmitry surrounded by a clear, glowing shield where the lightning had struck.

Sheffir had been watching the fight between Chronos’ knights and Roman Dmitry.

He wanted to see if the stories were true. He confirmed that Roman Dmitry was indeed very powerful.

Now he was sure.

Roman Dmitry was the greatest swordsman on the continent.

He had seen many aura swordsmen, but none were as good as Roman Dmitry.

Not even Chronos’ best.

They couldn’t have done what Roman Dmitry did.

Pop-

Roman Dmitry broke through the magic.

Electricity crackled around him. Sheffir said:

“At first, I was curious about Roman Dmitry. He dared to declare war against the Chronos Empire. Unlike others who had fought against Chronos, he kept winning, which was amazing. Now that I see you, I understand why they lost in the past. No wonder the pyramids lost. You’re a monster.”

Rumble!

Magic power rose.

8 circles.

It was hard to believe someone like that existed.

Sheffir was one of those people.

Duke Bamford was confident they would win the war against Dmitry, not because of the aura swordsmen like Hannibal, but because he believed in Sheffir.

An 8-circle magician was incredibly powerful.

Even though Roman Dmitry was strong, he was still a monster who had reached a level beyond what was normal.

Kwarung.

Rumble!

Magic power grew.

Sheffir showed his power, which seemed to swallow the world.

“From now on, I will take ‘Roman Dmitry’ seriously and give it my all. Let’s see if you can withstand this.”

Pop.

Magic power swirled.

The circle turned, and black magic power rose.

At that moment.

“Revival.”

It was.

A forbidden magic that was only found in old history books.

Thump.

“Kraaah.”

“Kraaah!”

The dead bodies began to move.

The soldiers who had been killed by Roman Dmitry, and the knights of the Chronos Empire, slowly stood up, even with missing arms and legs.

They didn’t look alive.

Viscous blood dripped from their wounds, and their eyes were blank and small. It was clear they were dead.

If that was all.

Revival wouldn’t be called forbidden magic.

Those who had been aura swordsmen now raised their auras at Sheffir’s command and charged.

Kwarung.

Rumble!

A storm of auras raged from all directions.

Hannibal, who had lost his legs, dragged his broken arm as he approached. Hundreds of troops were about to overwhelm Roman Dmitry all at once.

Sheffir didn’t bother to help Hannibal with the Revival magic.

The powerful people of Chronos were not important to Sheffir.

It was then.

Flash.

Roman Dmitry swung his sword.

The charging dead were torn apart in an instant.

Wham!

Rumble!

“You’re playing a fun trick.”

The resurrection of the dead.

It was a familiar sight.

In this land, some groups could control dead bodies, like zombies. But the Demonic Sect, a powerful group, didn’t worry about them.

After all, the dead were beings who had met their end because they were weak.

No matter how many enemies there were, even the dead, all that was needed was to slaughter them all.

He kicked off the ground with a *pat* sound.

Seeing this, Sheffir calmly started to use his magic.

“Fury Of The Heaven.”

Lightning flashed.

Rumble!

Dark clouds rushed together, like angry monsters in the sky. The air crackled with energy, and then bolts of lightning, thick as tree trunks and white-hot, tore down from the clouds with a deafening *CRACK*.

Boom!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The world flashed.

It was an attack impossible for a human to dodge, and Roman Dmitry knew that Sheffir’s power was extraordinary.

Magicians were beings who used the ‘energy of nature.’

The fact that natural disasters followed human control was a powerful force, even in the Central Plains of the Murim.

People said magicians were special. They seemed to touch the power of gods.

And Roman Dmitry, in his previous life, had also surpassed the limits of humanity himself.

‘The final move of the Heavenly Demon Sword Art.’

Overblow.

Mana swirled.

The aura bursting from his toes showed itself through Roman Dmitry’s sword.

Lightning flashed.

Rumble!

One strike.

He slashed through the air.

The exploding lightning and aura crashed together, and with a huge sound, the formless lightning was torn apart.

This shocked Sheffir.

He had never heard of magic being cut down by a sword.

Also, 8-circle magic was a level that human power could not withstand.

Breaking through the lightning, Roman Dmitry appeared.

Sheffir, showing a hint of panic for the first time, instantly used a double casting.

“Flare, Blink.”

Wham!

Whoosh!

He held Roman back with powerful fire and moved his body at the same time.

However, Sheffir did not know that ‘fire attribute’ magic did not work against Roman Dmitry. Roman’s sharp senses immediately caught the direction in which Blink was moving.

Sheffir’s body appeared 10 meters away from where he was.

But as soon as he could see again, he saw Roman Dmitry, who had appeared through the fire.

Whoosh.

Bzzzt!

Electricity and flames swirled around Roman Dmitry.

The dead summoned by Revival could not keep up with Roman Dmitry’s speed.

In a situation that ordinary magicians would have died in, Sheffir reacted instantly.

“Death Hand.”

Bang!

Crack!

Pale, bone-like hands burst upwards from the cracked earth like thorns. They grabbed Roman Dmitry’s body, and Sheffir’s eyes turned black.

Dark mana swelled explosively. Showing his presence as a ‘shadow,’ he pointed his finger where the mana was focused.

“Die.”

Fury of the Heaven of the 8th circle was compressed.

The intensely rising light turned into a small ball, and before Roman could react, it caused a huge explosion.

Lightning flashed.

The explosion ripped through the air, leaving nothing but a hole of white light. It was like a bite taken out of the world, erasing everything in its path.

Everything around was destroyed along the path the light took.

Crack!

The air twisted, the ground rose, and the soldiers of the Chronos Empire who were nearby were swept away by the white light without even screaming.

It was a power that surpassed human limits.

Sheffir showed what an 8-circle magician was, even against Roman Dmitry.

At that moment.

Whoosh.

The wind swirled.

Breaking through the white light, Roman Dmitry appeared.

The sixth step.

‘The final move of the Heavenly Demon Sword Art.’

Clang.

Rumble!

Mana swirled.

Sheffir sensed it.

The moment he suffered this attack, he would surely die.

Reaching the level of the 8th circle, Sheffir felt he had become a god himself.

The strong people others talked about didn’t even reach his toes, and he was sure he could easily handle Hannibal.

So, he was chosen to face Roman Dmitry.

With 8-circle magic, he believed he could collapse the Western Front and defeat Roman Dmitry.

Sheffir was sure of his power. He had no doubt he would win.

Even while watching Hannibal die, Sheffir did not realize how serious the situation was.

Clang.

Rumble!

Mana swirled.

I’m going to die.

For the first time in hundreds of years, a warning sounded in his head.

He glared at Roman Dmitry.

He could not understand how a man who had not even lived for thirty years could show such overwhelming force against him.

What was certain was that he was the natural enemy of magicians.

He cut down 8-circle magic, broke through fire magic with a frontal assault, and even using Blink could not trick Roman Dmitry’s eyes.

It was a misjudgment.

To defeat this guy, Chronos had to focus all its forces in one place.

Because he had reached a level beyond the heavens.

He made a judgment that followed common sense, believing that he could defeat Roman Dmitry with 8-circle magic.

‘At this rate, I’ll die.’

His eyes turned white.

Link.

His consciousness went somewhere in the abyss.

‘I’m sorry. I’ll have to use what I was going to use against that girl now.’

There was no time to wait for permission.

Against the destructive force that was tearing his body apart, Sheffir exploded his mana.

“Congratulations. You are the first being we have ever acknowledged.”

Wham!

Rumble!

A great explosion of mana.

Space twisted.

In the twisted gap of dimensions, a space like a black hole was created, and from there, a powerful force surged, sucking in all surrounding beings.

It was unavoidable, even for Roman Dmitry.

Sheffir and Roman Dmitry were sucked into the dark space.