The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 337

Roman Dmitry’s group had found the back of the Orc army.

Roman Dmitry moved forward through the blizzard and gave orders.

“From now on, we move according to plan.”

“Yes, sir.”

Clang!

Rumble!

There was no hesitation. Dmitry’s soldiers charged towards the Orcs after receiving the order.

Thwack!

“Kraak!”

Kevin was at the front.

Kevin, who charged the fastest, attacked the Orc from behind, twisting the head of the screaming Orc.

At that time, the Orcs hadn’t noticed Kevin’s presence yet.

The swirling blizzard blocked their vision and hearing. They were slow to understand what was happening when they saw the Orc fall.

However, it was already too late. Before they could form ranks, Dmitry’s soldiers crashed in.

“Squeak, enemies!”

“Squeak, enemies have appeared!”

The Orcs fell into chaos. Most of the elite forces were at the front lines, so the ordinary soldiers couldn’t stop Dmitry’s attack. It was truly a one-sided massacre.

Kevin fought like a whirlwind, cutting down Orcs left and right. Each time Chris swung his sword, a spray of dark red blood burst against the white snow, staining it like spilled paint.

Orcs are born strong and made for fighting. But the Orcs’ struggles were useless against Dmitry’s soldiers.

Clang!

He was pushed back in the battle of strength. When the Orc’s trembling eyes looked at the opponent in front of him, Logan cleaved his torso in two.

Crack!

Pshushushuk.

Blood splattered.

Dmitry’s soldiers were each worth a hundred men. They had the strength to face a hundred soldiers alone.

That was Dmitry’s level. Even soldiers whose names weren’t widely known showed the power of a hundred men. Newcomers like Fred, Logan, and Ares did just as well as Chris and Kevin.

Enemies fell as quickly as they stood in the way. Luna’s soldiers, who joined the battle later, were astonished.

“…Wow.”

“…This is Dmitry.”

“…To think that people from beyond the endless mountains are this strong.”

They were too busy during the battle at the fortress to see clearly. But seeing Dmitry’s power now, they were amazed by his incredible strength. They were soldiers too, but they couldn’t understand how soldiers could use Aura. It was beyond them.

What was certain was that Dmitry was Luna’s ally. Inspired by their performance, which would have seemed like demons if they were enemies, Luna’s soldiers gained strength.

“Follow Dmitry!”

“Exterminate all the heinous Orcs!”

The first operation was a massacre using force. Roman Dmitry thought Grachsar’s rear would be weak because of what Grachsar had done before.

It was only natural. With Luna fallen and only the Elves able to resist the Orcs, Grachsar would send elites to attack the Elves.

That was their weakness. Roman Dmitry’s forces were only 29 private soldiers and several thousand Luna soldiers, but the massacre overwhelmed tens of thousands of Orcs.

Screams spread, and blood stained the snow.

Changes happened in the Orcs’ formation.

“Squeak, suppress the rear first!”

“Squeak, exterminate the humans!”

Grachsar gave the orders. Elves in the front, humans in the rear. Grachsar quickly ordered the rear to be suppressed to avoid his forces being scattered.

He was clever and made quick decisions. Grachsar made the best choice, but it was what Roman Dmitry wanted.

“Execute the second operation.”

At those words, the soldiers who were fighting disappeared into the swirling blizzard.

Whoosh.

The blizzard blew. As the enraged Orcs followed through the blizzard, a group of soldiers jumped out from the snow.

Thwack!

“Squeak, watch out… Ack!”

“Kraak!”

Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack.

They were Luna’s soldiers. They thrust their spears, turning the charging Orcs into honeycombs. It happened in an instant. Luna’s soldiers quickly attacked the Orcs who hadn’t regained their senses.

If one person wasn’t strong enough, two would attack. If two weren’t enough, three would work together. As soon as the Orcs regained their senses and formed ranks, Luna’s soldiers disappeared into the blizzard.

“Squeak, these rat bastards!”

“Squeak, chase them!”

It was chaos. The humans’ attack was sudden, and hiding under the snow for a surprise attack couldn’t be explained by Arcadia’s technology.

The Orcs, angry about the surprise attack, followed closely. The snow was so heavy that the Orcs following behind couldn’t see those just ahead.

Then, something burst through the blizzard.

Whack!

Crack!

It was Roman Dmitry, a monster who couldn’t be defeated in a head-on battle. He suddenly appeared and killed three or four Orcs at once.

Heads were snapped, and torsos were sent flying. Roman Dmitry quickly dealt with the Orcs and disappeared back into the blizzard, like Luna’s soldiers.

The Orcs who arrived later were bewildered. Their comrades, who had gone ahead to deal with the humans, were now corpses scattered on the ground.

The second operation used the Elves’ territory. The World Tree gave off a weak life force, making the snow less heavy near the Elves’ land.

So, Roman Dmitry attacked the enemy’s rear, luring them away from the World Tree’s influence. The heavy snow and blizzard stopped the Orcs from using their numbers.

Just like now.

Thwack!

“Kraak!”

An Orc screamed. Roman Dmitry tore open the chest of an Orc charging quickly on a White Wolf.

Hundreds had already fallen. Grachsar’s orders were pushing the Orcs to their deaths.

Even if Roman Dmitry pushed forward with his strength, he could win. But he didn’t want to start a risky fight. He hadn’t figured out Grachsar’s power yet.

The Orcs had tens of thousands of warriors, and a direct battle would cause many deaths if he only depended on strong soldiers.

So, he created a plan to cause the most damage with the least losses. The martial arts of the Northern Ice Palace made that possible.

Thwack.

“Die!”

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Soldiers burst from the snow.

In the last two days, Luna’s soldiers learned secret ways to fight in the ice from the Bukhae Ice Palace.

Some soldiers followed Dimitri’s men to attack from behind. The others hid in the snow, ready to trick the enemy.

Luna’s soldiers knew they fought differently than Dimitri’s soldiers.

Because they were not as strong as Dimitri’s soldiers in a direct fight, they used smart plans.

‘We will win,’ they thought. ‘We can win.’ They remembered their training. Luna’s soldiers felt sure they would win.

They were amazed by how strong Roman Dimitri was in fighting. But they also believed in his plans. He taught them fighting skills from Seolcheon.

They thought, ‘If we were the Orcs, we would be losing just like them.’

The fighting skills from the Bukhae Ice Palace helped them see enemies even in the snowstorm. They could move without making a sound.

The heavy snow was their secret weapon.

Dead bodies lay everywhere. The Orc numbers were getting smaller and smaller very quickly.

Seeing his soldiers fall, Graksar knew he had to do something. He began to move.

Graksar looked at what was happening. He knew he was in a trap.

‘This enemy leader is special,’ Graksar thought. Roman Dimitri. He was a man who came from far away, beyond the mountains.

Graksar heard Dimitri took back Luna’s fort with only 30 soldiers. And it seemed Dimitri was the one who knew how to use the snowstorm to their advantage.

This was not just a guess.

Graksar had studied the humans’ strength before the war. He knew Luna alone was not strong enough to do this.

Also, the Elves started fighting back. At first, they didn’t understand what was happening. But now, they saw the humans’ attack as a chance to fight too.

‘These new people from beyond the mountains are the real danger,’ he thought. ‘Luna is weak, but Roman Dimitri and his soldiers are strong. If we ignore them, we will lose.’

He quickly grasped the situation.

Graksar, infused with mana, shouted.

“Kwiik, everyone back! Don’t let them trick you!”

Suddenly, THUMP. RUMBLE! He jumped forward.

Right in front of him, Dimitri’s soldiers appeared and attacked the Orcs.

Some of them were as strong as him. But Graksar bravely ran towards them.

He grabbed his axe tightly. Power flowed through him, making his muscles bigger.

“Kwiik, die!”

WHAM!

RUMBLE!

A tremendous clash erupted.

The soldier he attacked was Ares.

Ares had just fought off some Orcs. He quickly picked up his sword and frowned because of the strong hit.

The hit was stronger than he thought.

It was like Graksar knew Ares would block. Graksar kept hitting hard with his big axe, pushing Ares back.

WHAM! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! The sounds of metal crashing and wood breaking filled the air. It was a terrifying fight to watch.

Graksar’s power was so strong, it pushed back the snowstorm around them. Now everyone could see them clearly.

Human and Orc were very different. Orcs were born to be fighters. People in Arcadia called them hunters.

But people forgot something important.

Aura power came from Alexandre. Even though Orcs were a little like humans, aura was new to them.

Over time, some Orc warriors learned to use aura. They were strong not because they were good at using aura swords, but because Orcs are naturally strong. Aura just made them even stronger than human aura users of the same level.

Imagine this: What if someone born with an Orc’s body was also naturally good at using aura?

That person was Graksar.

The Gray Wasteland Clan followed Graksar. They saw his amazing aura. They bowed to him, knowing he was the strongest Orc ever.

BZZZT. The aura around Graksar twisted and changed. His aura became burning red and crashed down towards Ares’s head.

WHAM!

RUMBLE!

One hit. A huge wave of force exploded outwards.

Ares stumbled back. His face was tight, and his hands shook a little. The hit was very strong.

“This is… I must be serious now.”

Then, Graksar put his axe on his shoulder and showed his sharp teeth.

“Kwiik, listen, human leader! Let’s fight one-on-one. If you win, my Gray Wasteland Clan will say we are beaten.”

A duel with Ares. It was like a show of strength. Graksar wanted to show everyone how powerful he was. He thought this duel was the best way to win the war.

Suddenly, WHOOSH. Through the snowstorm, a voice came. “That’s an interesting idea.” Roman Dimitri stepped forward.

Graksar was very strong. Ares was one of the best fighters in Salamander Continent, but Graksar had pushed him back for a moment.

But that didn’t mean Graksar would win. Ares hadn’t used all his strength yet, and neither had Graksar.

But what was really interesting was Graksar’s plan.

Dimitri thought, ‘Graksar knows that a long fight will be bad for him, even though the Orcs have more soldiers. He sees that just having more men won’t help when we use the snowstorm so well. Graksar is not just a strong fighter. He is also a smart leader.’

Dimitri understood why Luna had lost to the Orcs before.

Graksar was such a strong fighter and leader that the Orcs were almost sure to win.

But there was a problem. It was the timing of the war. Because Dimitri and Luna were now working together, Graksar had a new problem he didn’t expect.

Roman Dimitri then spoke.

“When I win, or when you win, what do you think will happen to those who followed the loser?”

“Kwiik, the winner decides.”

“Yes, that’s right.” Dimitri smiled. He put his sword down and walked slowly towards Graksar.

“Graksar, this war is not just about taking land. You said you would use humans as food. You are feeding your soldiers with human prisoners. Because of that, it’s already decided. No matter who wins or loses, your followers will be punished for what you did.”

This war was about life or death for our people.

This meant even if they gave up, they might not live.

Graksar was too proud. When he checked how strong the humans were and started the war, he didn’t think he could lose.

“I agree to your duel.” He lifted his sword. His smile disappeared as he looked at Graksar. “And let me tell you this now. If I win, I will destroy all Orcs in Arcadia. So, do everything you can to stop me.”