The Heavenly Demon Can't Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 355

Valhalla’s attack was just like the textbooks said it would be.

They put the flares in the front and shot fire from many siege weapons all at once.

Thud.

Thud thud thud thud thud.

The sky turned orange and red as burning flares shot up, like angry stars falling from the heavens.

As they fell on the city walls, magic shields appeared. Hernand’s soldiers watched the sky with worried faces as the flames spread around them.

They didn’t know how long the magic shields would last.

They knew the magic walls would not last forever. And they were afraid of the huge army outside the city.

The first day, Valhalla tried to wear down the defenses.

They were not in a rush.

No matter what chaos Dimitri’s army caused, they were sure that the Emperor’s army would win faster. Count Gomes, the commander of Valhalla, looked at the walls of Hernand calmly.

The flares exploded all day long. He could see the rebel magicians quickly repairing the magic defenses.

Two days later, Dimitri had crushed the North. On the fifth day, something changed in Valhalla’s camp.

“Magicians!”

“They’ve even gathered the wandering magicians!”

These magicians traveled around freely and were known for their power on the battlefield. They had more influence than any other magic tower.

They were one of the special forces called up by the Valhalla Emperor.

If the Emperor had not ordered it, the wandering magicians would never have come.

“Lightning Rain.”

“Wind Field.”

Flash!

Rumble!

Magic appeared. A strong, cold wind blew, and the sky turned black. Dozens of lightning bolts exploded through the dark clouds.

Wham!

Wham wham wham wham wham!

It was an amazing magic attack.

The wandering magicians kept using magic, and the flares kept firing flames, hitting the walls hard.

The rebel magicians fought back. Some defended with magic, some attacked with magic, and some used ballistae to try to hit back. But Valhalla was much stronger, so they could not block all the attacks.

And there was another problem. Hernand’s walls were already heavily damaged.

The rebels had taken it over once, and then the Emperor’s army had attacked it again. No matter how much they fixed it, it was not as strong as before.

The rebel soldiers looked worried. Fear tightened the soldiers’ faces. Sweat ran down their backs even though the air was cool. They knew if the wall broke, terrible fighting would begin.

Finally…

Boom.

Rumble!

Part of the wall fell down.

Count Gomes watched the wall fall. ‘It’s over,’ he thought. ‘Sooner than I expected.’

He gave the order right away.

“Advance the entire army! Kill all the terrible enemies!”

“Advance!”

The Emperor’s soldiers poured forward. The sight of a million soldiers moving was amazing. They held up their shields to block arrows from above.

Arrows rained down from the walls, whistling past soldiers’ ears and thudding against shields.

Some arrows pierced the shields and hit the soldiers, but they could not stop the Emperor’s soldiers from reaching the walls.

Thud.

Thud thud thud thud.

Ladders were put against the walls.

Duke Vieto saw the enemies climbing up. He shouted,

“Stop them! Stop them any way you can! If we fall, Valhalla is doomed!”

His voice was desperate.

But the situation was not good.

The sun was setting. Rebel soldiers lay dead all over the walls. A storm of death had passed.

They had spent the first two days blocking magic attacks. This was the first time they had fought the Emperor’s forces directly, and they had already lost so many.

Sanchez walked up to Duke Vieto, who was covered in blood.

“We need to check how bad the damage is. But we think we’ve lost about 50,000 soldiers. The Emperor’s army lost more than twice as many, but they still have 900,000 soldiers left. Your Grace, Hernand will fall soon.”

“That’s right. We never had a chance to win once the Valhalla Emperor focused his forces on Hernand,”

It was hopeless. Duke Vieto looked around with empty eyes.

50,000 soldiers who had promised to follow him were now dead.

Maybe this was his future too.

Even with Roman Dimitri’s power, it was foolish to fight the Valhalla Emperor, who had so much power.

But he still drew his sword, even though he knew he would die. Death did not matter to him.

“The good news is that Roman Dimitri has already destroyed Ruenos and Fort Bell,”

It was good news, but they could not change things in just a few days.

It was not clear how long the Hernand rebels could last. Even if Dimitri’s army destroyed Santino, took the warp gate, and threatened the Valhalla Imperial Family in a week, there was no guarantee they would succeed.

So, the rebels had to do their part.

Roman Dimitri was fighting hard, but there was no time to think about that now.

Duke Vieto said,

“Maybe we risked our lives for nothing from the start. I feel sorry for Roman Dimitri, but I don’t think he can do enough to help Hernand in just a few days. We will probably all die. We will be called rebels just for speaking up for Valhalla. Even in death, our bodies will be trampled and insulted.”

He expected this. The terrible situation forced him to face reality.

“But we are still right. We will fight to the end. Even if all the rebels die here in Hernand, we will plant the seeds of Valhalla in the hearts of the Valhalla people. Someday, someone who believes in Valhalla will carry on our will.”

He clenched his fist in despair.

He had already accepted that the rebellion had failed.

On the sixth day, the Dimitri Allied Forces arrived in Santino.

They had destroyed Ruenos and Fort Bell in just three days and marched day and night. They reached Santino in less than a week.

It was a great achievement.

Roman Dimitri had said they had one week. On the day they arrived, they rested instead of pushing themselves too hard.

The next day, they moved their troops.

They stopped far from the walls. Roman Dimitri slowly walked towards the walls of Santino.

Then, he stopped walking.

He was fairly close to the walls. He looked at the many people staring at him.

“I am Roman Dimitri of the Dimitri Kingdom. I ask the lord of Santino for a Great Warrior Battle!”

The phrase “Great Warrior Battle!” caused a stir on the ramparts.

It was inevitable.

The Great Warrior Battle was a way to take control by showing strong fighting skills. But no one in Santino was good enough to do this.

No, not even in the entire kingdom of Valhalla. To understand why this caused such a reaction, you need to know about Ares. Ares, a powerful warrior who now fought for Roman Dmitry, had defeated Alvarez and Cesar one after the other. So, who in Valhalla could possibly stand against Roman Dmitry, who was clearly even stronger?

This was clearly a fight Valhalla was likely to lose.

Count Santino leaned out from the ramparts and said,

“I refuse! Your tricks are obvious. Why would we agree to such a thing?”

His voice was firm.

Hernand. That place was close to falling apart.

The battle there would be decided in the next few days. Santino didn’t want to ruin things by following Roman Dmitry’s plan.

Also, Santino now had the troops from Fortbell. Because Roman Dmitry had destroyed Fortbell to save time, Santino had even more soldiers.

And they knew that the enemy would try a Dispel attack. They had quickly come up with a way to fight back, just like they had used fire magic to stop the enemy’s sneak attacks.

Roman Dmitry smiled.

“It’s a shame,” he said. “Valhalla used to be known as a nation of warriors who didn’t back down from a challenge, win or lose. Now, it has become a nation where being practical is all that matters. So, how about this? I will take on ten, or even a hundred challengers. If you open the gates and agree to fight me, I won’t leave this spot.”

This was an obvious insult.

The reaction from the soldiers was predictable: silence.

They closed their mouths, knowing that continuing the conversation would only hurt Valhalla’s pride even more.

Then Roman Dmitry said,

“Very well, if that’s how it is.”

He quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out a scroll. With a ripping sound, he unfurled it.

I will go there myself.

It was a magic scroll.

Magic energy surged. Glowing brightly, wings appeared on Roman Dmitry’s back.

Flap.

“Fly.”

It was flight magic.

Roman Dmitry soared into the sky. Valhalla had heard that Ares used a dagger to climb the walls, so they had put a spell on the outer walls to make them slippery and impossible to grip.

Also, Santino’s walls were so high that it was impossible to jump up and enter the fortress in one leap.

But they hadn’t expected him to fly.

Count Santino, staring at Roman Dmitry with a shocked look, shouted at the top of his lungs,

“Stop him! Roman Dmitry must not enter the fortress!”

Arrows were fired from all directions.

Suddenly, the air filled with the whizzing sound of arrows. Dark shapes flew from the walls, like angry wasps. But their attacks were completely useless.

“Fire Shield.”

With a shout, Roman Dmitry raised his hand. A wall of fire exploded around him, crackling and roaring like a wild beast, protecting him.

The arrows instantly turned to ashes. Roman Dmitry didn’t slow down, as if he had expected this kind of defense from the start.

Then, the wizards of Santino stepped forward. Their magical power exploded, showing their determination to shoot down Roman Dmitry.

But the result was the same.

The wizards of Phoenix and Hector protected Roman Dmitry. They blocked every attack with Dispel attacks and defensive magic. Because of them, Roman Dmitry quickly reached the area near the ramparts.

It was a truly ridiculous situation. People were trying to get one person onto the ramparts, while others were desperately trying to stop him as if their feet were on fire.

It was an absurd turn of events. Normally, this kind of plan would be pointless, but with Roman Dmitry as the attacker, everything changed.

‘If he gets inside the walls, it’s over.’

I had heard rumors from beyond the border about the incredible fighting power of this one man.

Thinking about it, the Great Warrior Battle seemed like a trick from the start. Roman Dmitry had expected them to refuse the challenge and used it as an excuse to get as close to the ramparts as possible.

If they had accepted the Great Warrior Battle, he would have benefited in his own way. No matter who Valhalla sent, there was no way to defeat Roman Dmitry.

“Stop him, stop him!” he shouted.

This was a situation they hadn’t prepared for.

The wizards gathered all their strength. They finally broke through the magical defense and attacked, but their efforts were uselessly blocked by the sword barrier created by Roman Dmitry.

Fly is a spell that lets someone fly. Since it doesn’t take away fighting ability, there was no way for Santino’s current forces to bring Roman Dmitry down.

If they had known in advance, they would have prepared for it.

In the end, Roman Dmitry landed on the ramparts.

At that moment, angry voices erupted from all directions.

“Attack!”

“Kill him!”

They rushed in from every direction. The soldiers of Santino, with fire in their eyes, swarmed over Roman Dmitry like a swarm of bees.

It was quite a sight. Using Fly for a siege was a popular tactic in the past.

The reason it fell out of favor was that even if someone landed on the ramparts this way, their survival wasn’t guaranteed.

Therefore, the results depended on the person.

Soldiers collapsed, spraying blood.

Roman Dmitry, who had slaughtered dozens of enemies in an instant, raised his head and looked at Count Santino, who was far away.

“Contact the Valhalla Imperial Family immediately. Tell them Santino is in danger.”