The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 329

The battle began.

Gyro gritted his teeth as he found himself fighting in the middle of the chaos with the Orcs.

‘At this rate, we’ll all be destroyed,’ he thought.

Behind them was a cliff.

The only path was blocked by Graksar.

The Orcs were stronger and there were more of them. He looked around. There was no hope.

Sebastian’s words suddenly came back to him: If the operation fails…

He had said that they needed to save as many soldiers as possible to give Roman Dmitry a chance when he arrived in the Luna Kingdom.

‘…I’m truly sorry,’ Gyro thought.

Regret came too late.

He knew defense was the best option, but he couldn’t ignore the screams of those dying outside the castle walls.

The storage was sacred ground.

Those who stayed to protect it, saying they couldn’t give up the land and food blessed by Isabel, were now lying on the ground, broken and lifeless.

He remembered the screams, the smell of blood, the sight of his friends dying. It was a memory that haunted him.

When he looked at the bodies, Gyro vowed to take revenge by any means necessary.

And…

He had failed.

Graksar was more cunning than he thought. He had deliberately attacked the Snow Folk’s territory to lure Gyro into a trap.

Clang.

Rumble.

He summoned his aura.

Gripping his sword tightly, he shouted, “I will open the path! When I give the order, run without looking back!”

There was no other way.

He had to open the path.

Gyro charged forward.

His feet should have sunk into the deep snow, but he spread his mana, stepping lightly over the surface to gain speed. He controlled his mana perfectly.

Pop.

Rumble.

His aura exploded.

The Orcs lunged, their tusks bared in snarls. The white aura sliced through their bodies.

Flash.

“Kraaah!”

A terrible scream rose.

Gyro slashed the chest of the first Orc, then quickly cut off his head to stop his screams.

Then, he moved swiftly.

The Orcs charged to avenge their friend. He stepped lightly on the snow, hitting their weak spots.

Slash.

Thud.

He sliced arms and crushed hearts.

The extreme cold tried to freeze his aura, but he made it sharper with warmth.

The frozen blade made the cuts freeze quickly.

“Come on, you pig bastards,” he said.

Clang.

Rumble.

Gyro.

The 5-star aura swordsman of the Luna Kingdom.

He was powerful.

The snow didn’t bother him, and he painted it with blood as he killed his enemies.

He was truly the Swordsman of the Snowfield.

The soldiers of Luna felt stronger as his white aura scattered around him while he fought fiercely.

They believed it wasn’t over. If they trusted and followed Gyro, they could survive.

Then, he saw Graksar.

Gyro used all his power and shouted to the soldiers, “Now is the time! Run away!”

He wanted to buy them time.

Even if he died, Gyro wanted to save as many soldiers as possible.

Rumble.

He charged.

He saw Graksar blocking the path, gritted his teeth, and gripped his sword.

The aura from his sword sparked a light.

It reflected off the snow, blocking Graksar’s view.

It was a skill that made him the Swordsman of the Snowfield, and this special skill gave him a chance.

However…

“Tch, you’re using such weak tricks.”

At that moment…

Gyro saw it.

Even with the light in his eyes, Graksar stared at him fiercely.

And above him…

An axe glowing with powerful aura rose above him…

The aura was definitely a 6-star aura, too strong for Gyro.

‘…No way.’

He was sure.

Years ago…

Graksar had hidden his strength when he fought Gyro.

The axe fell like thunder, and Gyro swung his sword with all his might.

That was…

Boom!

Boom boom boom!

Clang, Rumble.

That was the last thing Gyro remembered.

How long had he been out?

When he opened his eyes, Gyro was in a dark cave.

It wasn’t completely dark.

Moonlight came through a crack in the ceiling, and he could see inside.

“Sniff, sniff.”

“It’s over… there’s no hope left.”

He saw people.

They were the people from the seventh and eighth storage sites.

They had thought the Luna Kingdom would save them, but they felt hopeless when they saw Gyro being dragged in, hurt and defeated.

Gyro was a swordsman of the Luna Kingdom.

The Orcs dragging him in meant that the Luna Kingdom had been completely defeated.

Despair spread.

People cried, trying to ignore the terrible truth.

Then…

Creak.

The prison door opened.

It was the Orcs.

The people were scared and looked away. Gyro wanted to attack, but he couldn’t move well, maybe because his leg was hurt.

The Orcs looked at the humans strangely.

One of them was an important Orc who followed Graksar. Gyro remembered his name was Kalot.

Kalot smirked.

He strode forward and seized a man by the hair.

Snatch.

“Ack!”

“Sss, this one is good. He’s gotten fat, more flavor than the others, I think.”

The man kicked and struggled.

He tried to pull away the hand holding his hair, wanting to escape, but Kalot pulled him away with strong force.

Tears and snot ran down the man’s face.

He looked at Gyro and cried out, “P-please. Save me, Lord Gyro!”

Only then did he understand.

Kalot…

…intended to use the man as food.

Fury rushed through Gyro.

He crawled on the ground, screaming as loud as he could.

“You bastards! Take me instead! Leave him alone, eat me!”

Rage filled him.

Guilt ate at him.

If only he was stronger.

He could have saved these people.

But his foolish choice had put them in danger, and now he would also become food.

Gyro didn’t care about living.

The guilt, burning like fire in his heart, made him want to die instead of those being taken away.

Kalot stopped.

He looked down at Gyro and smirked.

“Sss, do you know why we haven’t killed you yet? To keep the meat fresh. It’s better to keep you alive than to kill you and store you. Sss, so don’t want to die so much. The day will come when we cut your skin off, piece by piece.”

And then…

Creak.

Thud.

The cell door slammed shut.

The screams got quieter and quieter.

Gyro hung his head.

It was all over.

His foolish mistake had destroyed any chance to save the Luna Kingdom.

Days passed in despair for Gyro. Meanwhile, far away…

Kayden was moving quickly through teleport points when he got a message from the Luna Kingdom.

[Kayden. Things are very bad here. Gyro attacked by surprise, but it was a trap and he lost all his soldiers. We don’t know what happened to Gyro. The Graksar orcs are coming straight for ‘Luna’s Fortress,’ and they will attack it before you get here.]

He stopped suddenly.

Kayden’s face turned white, and he was upset.

“Why! I told them not to fight!”

He was very angry.

Only two weeks more.

He would have come with help if they had waited, but Gyro couldn’t wait and made a mistake.

He understood.

Thirty men wouldn’t have made them feel safe, and joining with the snow people was one of the only ways to win.

But people care about winning.

Now Gyro was missing, probably dead, and most of his soldiers were dead or captured.

Kayden felt very faint.

It was too late to change what happened.

Now, he needed to find a way to fix it.

“The message from Luna must have been sent days ago, so I need to get to the Luna Kingdom very quickly.”

It was very far away.

Luna was a strange place.

So, communication was not good.

If they could connect places like a ‘Warp Gate,’ the connection between the two lands would be perfect, but they couldn’t do that now.

He couldn’t know what was happening in Luna right now.

So, Kayden left a message, his voice full of worry.

“Hold on, no matter what. I’m coming as fast as I can.”

Thud.

He stopped talking.

Now, he had to hurry.

He went straight to Roman Dmitry.

He needed his help to go faster.

They planned it would take one week. That was how long they thought it would take using the teleport points. But with Roman Dmitry’s help, Kayden got to Arcadia in only five days.

A strong cold surrounded Kayden.

The snowstorm blocked his sight, and the cold went deep into his bones.

He knew this was Arcadia.

Kayden said.

“Lord Roman Dmitry. I want to ask you something. Can we train in the Luna style here for just one day before we go on?”

This was a surprise.

When asked why, he said what he really thought.

“Like I said before, the Luna Kingdom is in a very dangerous situation right now. We need to get to the Luna Kingdom fortress very fast, but the problem is that fighting in Arcadia will be very hard because of the cold. The thick snow will trap our feet, so we can’t move easily. And if we use our power without thinking, it might freeze and break. Also, we will fight orcs who have lived in Arcadia’s cold for a long time.”

If they had lots of time, the plan was to use the cold to their advantage and teach them Luna fighting skills for about 3-4 days.

But now, they didn’t have much time.

If they could teach him the simple things in one day and then leave, he wouldn’t be completely lost in the snow when they met the orcs.

But then…

Roman Dmitry reacted in a way Kayden didn’t expect.

“Kayden. I told you before. We will handle the cold in Arcadia. Hurry. If Luna’s fortress falls, we can’t fix it.”

“But…”

“Remember. We are just helping, I decide what we do.”

Kayden bit his lip.

Why?

Why didn’t he care about Dmitry’s safety?

Kayden felt angry and wanted to prove him wrong.

If Roman Dmitry didn’t know how scary Arcadia was, he needed to see it now.

“I understand. It takes about one day to get to Luna’s fortress from here. To make it faster, I will go as fast as I can from now on. If it’s too hard for you, just call my name.”

People called him ‘the white flying squirrel.’

Why?

Because no one could run as fast as Kayden on snow.

That’s why Kayden was chosen to be a messenger.

He knew he was fast, so he crossed the huge mountains to meet Roman Dmitry.

“Running on the snow will make him understand. He will see how hard it is to run in thick snow. If he realizes this later, I can teach him the Luna style and then we can go.”

It was about staying alive.

He couldn’t take Dmitry, who didn’t know anything, with him like this.

Kayden walked ahead.

“Please follow me closely. I will show you the way.”

Whoosh.

A strong snowstorm blew.

And then…

Kayden and Dmitry’s group vanished in the snowstorm.