The Heavenly Demon Can't Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 378

Umberto Border.

Umberto’s soldiers stood guard at the border, their faces showing fear as they stared into the distance.

Flap.

The flag whipped in the wind.

The enemy was advancing, their flags bearing the symbol of the Chronos Empire. They seemed like a never-ending wave, too many to count.

How many soldiers had they sent?

The thought of fighting them made cold sweat run down the soldiers’ faces, and their legs trembled.

Calderon Drake.

Umberto’s next leader and commander of the front lines, spoke calmly to his assistant.

“What about Chronos’ forces?”

“…We used Familiar magic to look around. We think they have over half a million soldiers. The problem is, the Chronos Empire has also brought magic towers. We’ve prepared as best we can, but Umberto can’t hold them off for long alone.”

“This proves Valhalla and Chronos are working together secretly.”

The Valhalla Emperor was dead.

The question of why was answered by the Chronos Empire’s attack.

Roman Dmitry killed the Valhalla Emperor because he was secretly helping Chronos.

Valhalla spread stories about Roman Dmitry’s bad deeds, but when Chronos crossed the border, it showed the truth. The stories didn’t matter anymore.

It was clear why they were helping each other.

Valhalla and Chronos helping each other gave Dmitry a good reason to fight back strongly.

Calderon Drake spoke.

“This war is a crisis for our country. Roman Dmitry and his men are stuck in Valhalla. Cairo and Dmitry can’t get help because Chronos is attacking Cairo’s border. The Hector Kingdom is in the same situation. Valhalla is gathering troops to go north, so Hector won’t move without thinking carefully.”

In other words.

“The large army of Chronos that we see must be stopped by the three southern countries.”

“Ahem.”

“Ha.”

Soldiers sighed all around.

They had fought many battles with Calderon Drake, but facing the Chronos Empire was frightening.

Many people might die.

But they had joined the new kingdom alliance and tasted freedom. They had to fight.

Looking at what happened to Odelia, who followed Chronos, they knew surrendering would only destroy Umberto.

“Contact the three southern countries now. This is a total war. Leave only a few soldiers to guard each border. Everyone else must gather here. If we can stop Chronos’ attack, we can change the situation against the two monsters, Chronos and Valhalla.”

“I understand.”

They hurried to move.

He knew this day would come.

Umberto was strong enough to refuse Chronos’ help until the end. Calderon Drake was ready to die for his country.

Chronos had once called him a Class A target.

Having Drake’s blood, he would not back down, even if it meant dying here.

But.

Calderon Drake’s plan ran into trouble from the start, in a situation where even small changes mattered.

“Commander! We’ve heard from each country. There’s a problem with pulling back troops because of riots in the lawless zone!”

Riots in the lawless zone.

This was unexpected.

The forces of the Three Kingdoms Alliance.

Many of them were in the southern lawless zone, once called the Odelia Kingdom.

Marquis Berber was in charge.

A nobleman from Frank, he was handling the rioters for the Three Kingdoms Alliance.

“The rioters are just a mess. Sweep them away quickly.”

Things were going well.

The rioters had taken up weapons after their country fell, but they were not a big threat. The soldiers of the Three Kingdoms were well-armed and quickly took control.

It would take a month, or maybe two or three. They were sure they could finish it in that time.

But.

One hour before Umberto asked for help.

A problem happened in the lawless zone.

Thud.

“Kraaah!”

“St, stop them!”

A riot started.

The rioters had been hiding and tried a surprise attack. But this was different from the earlier fighting.

Normally, rioters couldn’t beat a real army.

That’s why they weren’t worried about the lawless zone. But now, the rioters seemed crazy.

They seemed mad. Even with arms and legs cut off, they kept rushing forward to die.

Crack!

A rioter bit a soldier from the Three Kingdoms on the neck.

Even with a stab wound in his stomach and a hand pushing his face away, he tore off the soldier’s neck.

Splurt.

Blood sprayed.

The rioter made sure the soldier was dead, then looked around for the next one, blood dripping from his stomach.

And charged.

It was like killing was more important than living. Soldiers of the Three Kingdoms fell one by one.

Behind them.

There was a leader of the rioters.

He called himself the new king. His name was Karman.

“Listen, my people! The southern kingdoms want to take our land. This land is ours! It was once called Odelia, but I, Karman, will make it the Karman Kingdom!”

“For Karman!”

Everyone was crazy.

They were out of their minds.

Even Karman’s eyes glowed red. He followed the rioters and killed the fallen soldiers.

Thud.

“Die.”

His body shook.

Killing gave him great pleasure.

A knight on the ground looked up at him, his face pale.

“Wh, what are you doing? This isn’t normal. You’re definitely… Ack.”

Crack.

A knight cried out as a sword slammed into his back.

As the knight screamed, Karman grabbed his hair and yanked his head back.

Karman stared into the eyes of his opponent.

A sinister smile spread across Karman’s face as he saw the terror in the knight’s eyes. He pulled out a small, wickedly sharp dagger, its silver blade gleaming in the dim light. He traced its edge along the knight’s cheek, a gesture that mimicked affection but promised only pain.

“I hate smart people like you. Since you’re going to die anyway, I’ll tell you something special. I exist for the Chronos Empire. Odelia, the Karman Kingdom—these grand titles are just empty words.”

He pressed down harder.

Blood trickled down the knight’s face as the dagger pierced his skin.

“So, go to hell and watch. See how the vermin who resist the Empire are destroyed.”

With those final words.

“Kraaah!”

Karman slashed across the knight’s face.

At that very moment, Roman Dmitry received three messages through the magical communication device.

The first was from Chris:

[We have completely escaped Valhalla’s pursuit. Thankfully, to reach the warp point and move to the nearest Frankish border, it will take at least three days, even if we hurry. As soon as we arrive in the Frank Kingdom, we will return to Dmitry, gather our forces, secure Dmitry’s safety as our top priority, and resist the Empire’s attacks.]

The second was from Hao-moon, Valhalla branch:

[Valhalla Empire’s movements are unusual. They are gathering forces to prepare for a northward advance, and they are closing the southern warp gates one by one. And judging by the deployment of troops to the southern jungle, it seems they intend to isolate their lord there.]

Lastly, it was Jonathan, the commander of Dmitry’s Knights:

[Commander, the situation is truly dire, worse than we feared. Just now, the Chronos Empire crossed the border into Cairo. The force is estimated to be at least 500,000, and we have sent some troops to help the Cairo Kingdom. And as you ordered, we have left the main forces to defend Dmitry. The Cairo Kingdom and the Umberto Kingdom are under attack, Hector is preparing for battle with Valhalla, and riots have even broken out in the lawless zone. If this continues, the kingdom alliance is truly in danger.]

Problems arose all at once.

Considering these events, Roman Dmitry understood Valhalla’s plan.

‘Valhalla wants to trap me here so they can fix their problems somewhere else.’

Alexandr clearly needed time.

The reason for declaring war so suddenly was that this was the last chance to use Valhalla.

As time passed, people would start supporting Roman Dmitry again.

With the Valhalla Emperor dead, they would not have as much power as before. If people learned the truth from the tomb, there would be a chance to change things.

Of course, there would be much resistance, but Alexandr thought that now, with Valhalla so angry, was the perfect time.

Sure enough.

Scritch scritch.

Around him, the forest was thick with night. Shadows stretched long and deep, and the air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and pine. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig, sounded like an enemy approaching. He sensed numerous figures approaching through the bushes.

It was a familiar situation.

His past life.

The same thing had happened then.

The orthodox martial sects, knowing the great power of the Heavenly Demon Baek Jung-hyuk, knew they could not win in a direct fight.

So, they spread out the battlefield.

They thought that if they won all the battles except against Baek Jung-hyuk, they could eventually win because they had more people.

With that idea, they attacked everywhere at once, except for Baek Jung-hyuk.

Honestly, it was a ridiculous plan.

Because they could not defeat him, they tried to weaken him while buying time.

Back then, what choice had Baek Jung-hyuk made?

As many figures gathered around, Roman Dmitry calmly picked up the magic communication device.

[Chris, tell everyone the orders I am about to give.]

Baek Jung-hyuk in his past life was an absolute power.

He had no equal on the battlefield, and no matter how many enemies attacked him, he killed them all with a single sword.

His strength was more than enough to defeat everyone.

But he wanted true conquest, and he knew he could not rule the martial world just by being strong.

In the end, he needed people.

People he could trust and give tasks to.

And those who could defeat enemies in battles where he was not there.

So, he accepted people.

The reason he accepted Hans, Kevin, Chris, Henderson, and others was that he wanted his group to be strong against any threat.

The same was true in his past life.

Just as many orthodox martial artists had died to deal with one Mad Demon, the group of the Heavenly Demon Baek Jung-hyuk would not fall easily under the enemy’s attacks.

It was the same this time.

Dmitry.

Cairo.

Hector.

And the Southern Three Kingdoms.

In building a strong group, Roman Dmitry did not plan to solve all the problems himself.

They also had to face real problems.

So, to prove they belonged in his group, they needed to show what they had learned from him and prove their worth.

Many people would die.

But, if the war ended, Dmitry would become a strong fortress that no one could destroy.

[It will take at least half a month for me to arrive. In the meantime, endure on your own. Show the enemies that the kingdom alliance without me is not weak, and prove your own value. If you endure like that……]

A flash.

Red lights appeared around him.

They did not rush in. They were only delaying him; they did not want to kill Roman Dmitry.

[I will definitely find you.]

Plop.

He cut off the magic communication.

“You worm-like bastards.”

Now, knowing what his friends were facing, Roman turned to the new threat with even more anger. He moved towards the enemies, towards the space flickering with countless lights.