The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 383

The first attack came from the mages.

Behind the Dmitry swordsmen, who were quickly moving forward, the mages used their magic, chanting the spell.

“Fire Cannon.”

“Explosion.”

Whoosh.

Fwoooosh.

Blazing flames erupted.

The firestorm swept over Ares, but he had expected it. He quickly moved to avoid the flames.

Dmitry’s training included ways to deal with mages.

Ares felt the magic in the air. He found a weak spot in the flames and ran forward.

He was fast.

Just as Ares was about to attack the mages, a figure appeared through the flames.

Fwoosh.

“…?!”

It was a figure covered in flames.

This was strange.

The intense flames should have burned the person to ashes, but Rodwell Dmitry, surrounded by fire, swung his sword at Ares.

Flames danced wildly. The firestorm around Rodwell Dmitry crashed down like lightning.

‘Second Form, Fire Wind.’

Wham!

Rumble!

It was a close call.

Ares blocked the attack, but Rodwell Dmitry kept attacking without stopping.

Clang!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Their swords clashed fiercely.

Ares had broken through the barrier of the 6th star, making him the best swordsman in Dmitry after Roman Dmitry.

Rodwell Dmitry had almost no chance of winning against him with his current skills.

However, the flames around Rodwell Dmitry made it hard for Ares to focus on fighting.

Whenever Ares saw an opening…

Flames would burst out.

Rodwell Dmitry would disappear into the flames and then suddenly appear from another direction, attacking with the Flame Flower Sword Technique.

‘Third Form, Blazing Fire.’

Wham!

Whoosh, Fwoosh.

This was a surprise. Ares had not expected them to fight like this.

The Phoenix mages and Rodwell Dmitry worked together well, seeming to trap Ares.

It was an opportunity.

After Rodwell Dmitry charged in with flames, the Dmitry swordsmen stepped forward, not giving Ares any break.

They switched between attacking and defending.

It was a well-coordinated attack.

Logan blocked the attacks after Rodwell Dmitry, while Fred jumped down from above, aiming for Ares’ head.

Again, Ares reacted quickly.

However, as soon as he blocked Fred’s attack, Logan attacked, and when Ares tried to hit Logan back, Fred blocked him this time.

And then…

“Explosion.”

Wham!

Fwoosh.

Magic exploded without fail.

Ares felt like his blood was drying up.

No matter how skilled he was as a 6-star swordsman, he couldn’t withstand powerful fire magic with just his body. When he escaped the flames, Rodwell Dmitry appeared.

He couldn’t relax for even a second.

Ares blocked the heat that was burning his armor and quickly slashed at his opponent.

Flash!

Rumble!

“Ugh.”

Rodwell Dmitry was pushed back.

At that moment.

Ares used his 6-star aura.

He was only able to avoid getting his head cut off because of the power of fire and Logan’s help with defense.

Meanwhile, Fred and the Dmitry swordsmen were putting pressure on Ares.

The Dmitry swordsmen had definitely become stronger.

They were now able to face a strong fighter like Ares, even without Roman Dmitry. But Rodwell Dmitry was still worried as he watched the scene.

‘…He’s strong.’

Ares.

The greatest genius of the continent.

His reputation was well-deserved.

Even while being pushed back, his attacks were sharp. He was fighting head-on against attacks that ordinary swordsmen wouldn’t last 30 seconds against.

If Rodwell hadn’t expected Ares’ betrayal, they would have suffered a lot of damage.

Rodwell Dmitry watched Ares fighting fiercely in the heart of Dmitry and felt unsure if they could win the war against the Chronos Empire.

Maybe.

They might lose.

But no matter how the war ended, he didn’t want Roman Dmitry’s absence to be marked by defeat.

Pat.

Whoosh, Fwoosh.

Rodwell Dmitry pushed off the ground and charged forward.

The war was just beginning.

Ares was genuinely impressed by what was happening.

Roman Dmitry, Chris, Kevin.

With the main leaders of Dmitry gone, he hadn’t expected that Rodwell Dmitry would be able to stop him.

Roman Dmitry’s teachings were truly amazing.

Just one or two years ago, these people wouldn’t have even dared to look at him. But now, they were able to face him with such a small group, all thanks to Roman Dmitry’s teachings.

Wham!

He struck down Logan.

Crushing Logan instantly, he immediately tried to behead Fred.

At that moment.

Fwoosh.

Rodwell Dmitry quickly stepped in, forcing Ares to defend again.

Rodwell Dmitry’s individual strength wasn’t that great.

However, the combination of flames, the Phoenix mages’ magic, and the Flame Flower Sword Technique couldn’t be ignored, even by Ares.

His skin was turning red.

Just by exchanging blows, Ares was slowly getting tired.

‘This is dangerous.’

Dmitry.

They were strong.

His plan to destroy this place alone was arrogant. Now that his betrayal was known, Ares’ role was limited.

He now realized that even without Roman Dmitry, Dmitry was not a weak nation.

They had created their own power, and they were strong enough on their own.

Suddenly.

He felt regret.

To be honest, Ares had improved a lot under Roman Dmitry’s training compared to Alexandr.

He had created a system of swordsmanship and quickly broken through the barrier of the 6th star.

For a moment, he thought that betraying Alexandr and following Roman Dmitry might be the right thing to do.

The best swordsmanship.

Roman Dmitry had it.

Living as the greatest genius of the continent, he felt confused about what he should do for the first time. But he couldn’t betray Alexandr.

From the moment he accepted Alexandr’s power, Ares’ fate was decided.

He had to live for Alexandr and couldn’t make his own choices.

Fate had gone wrong.

Roman Dmitry.

Saw the Sword Demon in Ares.

The two felt a strong connection, but life doesn’t always go as planned.

Clang!

“Ugh.”

Ares knocked Logan away.

Ares stepped back and smirked as he looked at the Dmitry swordsmen who were quickly getting closer.

“I respect you all. I can’t destroy Dmitry alone.”

It was time to start the real plan.

If Commander Jonathan hadn’t found out who he was, he would have attacked by surprise.

“I don’t want to give my life to Dmitry. I want to inherit Alexandr’s fame and become the greatest swordsman on the Salamander Continent, not Roman Dmitry. So, I will show you. Roman Dmitry can never win the war with just his power.”

He gathered his aura.

And then…

Shick!

Rumble!

He quickly cut the iron chains holding the castle gate.

A deafening **BOOM** shook the ground. A deep **RUMBLE** vibrated through the castle walls. Slowly, with a groan of metal, the castle gate began to open.

Rodwell watched the heavy gate crash down over the moat. He felt danger closing in fast.

Rodwell cursed under his breath. “Damn it!” he yelled. “Reinforce the gate! Now! We can’t take any chances.”

Quickly, Dmitry used his magic. Blue light shimmered around his hands as he strengthened the chains holding the gate. He didn’t just reinforce one chain; he wove magic into many, making them stronger than before.

Normally, these magically strengthened chains would be unbreakable. No one could have expected them to fail. But Ares was different. Ares was working with the enemy, and he was incredibly powerful. He shattered Dmitry’s magic like glass. The chains snapped, and the gate fell completely open. This betrayal was something they had not planned for.

Suddenly, Dmitry’s tall, strong walls seemed useless. They were built to keep enemies out, but now the gate was wide open, like a mouth inviting them in.

“Attack!” roared a voice. “Bring down Dmitry!” With a terrifying shout, the Imperial Army surged forward, a wave of soldiers rushing towards the open gate.

Rodwell thought quickly. *If they get through like this,* he realized, *we can’t stop them.* It would become a close fight, soldier against soldier. Dmitry’s army was much smaller than the Empire’s. They couldn’t lose the protection of the walls so easily.

Just as the Imperial Army, their eyes burning with eagerness for battle, charged through the gate, a wall of flames suddenly exploded along the top of Dmitry’s wall. **WHAM!** The sound echoed. **WHOOSH!** Flames leaped into the air.

“Find Ares! Deal with him!’ Rodwell Dmitry’s voice boomed across the battlefield. ‘And repair the gate! Now!’ Then, Rodwell himself unleashed the flames. They roared out from him, a wave of fire that crashed into the front ranks of the Imperial Army. He stood in the gateway, a figure of fire and fury, his sword flashing as he cut down any enemy who dared to come close.

Rodwell looked out at the enemy. Everywhere he looked, there were soldiers. They filled the field, a sea of faces and weapons. The sheer number of them was staggering. His mouth went dry with fear, but his feet were planted firmly on the ground. He would not move back. He would not give up.

*Dmitry cannot fall today,* Rodwell thought fiercely. Once, he had been angry at his brother, Roman. Roman, the eldest son, had always seemed to push all the heavy duties onto Rodwell. Rodwell had to grow up fast, always trying to be what everyone expected of him.

Then, he had seen Roman again, on the battlefield. Roman was like a force of nature, powerful and fearless. Watching him, Rodwell felt something surprising: relief, not jealousy. *Now,* he thought, *it’s okay to stop carrying everything.* He could let Roman take the lead. He could stand behind his brother, the brother who faced even the Empire without fear, and maybe, just maybe, life could be a little less hard.

His time feeling lost and unsure was over. Rodwell Dmitry had found his purpose. Roman, who had chosen the path of a swordsman, had asked him to take care of Dmitry while he was gone. To protect their home. As the second son, as Roman’s brother, Rodwell knew what he had to do.

The idea of trusting his family… it felt right. Sharing the weight of Dmitry with Roman, instead of carrying it all himself, filled him with a warmth he hadn’t expected. It was a good feeling.

Because of this, he would not let Dmitry be taken. Roman had trusted him. He had given Rodwell this responsibility. Rodwell would not fail him. He would not let Roman hear news of Dmitry’s defeat.

**Squish!** Blood sprayed as Rodwell cut down the first enemy. More soldiers rushed at him. Bright glows of power, auras, rose around him as enemies used their skills. He had no time to think, no time to rest. Rodwell was surrounded by flames, his own magic protecting him. He fought purely on instinct. He ducked his head back – a sword whistled past his ear. He twisted his body – a spear point grazed his side. There was no time to even breathe properly. He swung his sword, cutting down another soldier, then another who took his place. Blood covered him, soaking his clothes.

Pain shot through his eye, a throbbing pulse that made him blink. *This war…* he thought, his mind focused only on the fight. *Even if it costs me my life, I will not let Dmitry fall.*

“Fight to the end!” Rodwell roared, his voice raw. “If we can just hold on! If we can hold out until Roman returns, we will win!” He shouted again and again, his voice echoing across the battlefield. Roman had said they needed to hold for fifteen days. Fifteen days felt like forever in this desperate fight.

The scene changed. Now we were in a place of deep darkness. In the center of this black space, Alexandr stood, a cruel smile on his face. Around him, glowing screens floated in the air, showing different parts of the world. ‘Heh heh heh,’ he chuckled, a cold, unpleasant sound. ‘Look at these pathetic fools. Struggling so desperately just to stay alive.’

On the first screen, Alexandr watched Umberto fall apart. Despite Calderon Drake’s valiant fight, the front-line defense was eventually breached, and the Chronos Empire’s continued advance led to a national crisis. The reinforcements they had hoped for could not stop the Chronos Empire. If the power of the Southern Three Kingdoms had been that strong in the first place, they would have somehow restrained the Chronos Empire with the existing kingdom alliance before Roman Dmitry appeared.

On the second screen, Alexandr watched the lawless zone. Karman defeated the subjugation force and, crossing the lawless zone, coveted the territory of the Frank Kingdom. As a result, the Southern Three Kingdoms were put on high alert. They were at a loss as to how to respond to the situation where the Chronos Empire threatened from above, and the Valhalla Empire and the outlaws of the lawless zone threatened from both sides. The Southern Three Kingdoms alone could not withstand it. They desperately needed help from other countries, but the problem was that they were not so well-off that they could help others.

On the third and fourth screens, Alexandr watched Cairo and Hector. Cairo was in chaos due to Chronos’ attack, and Hector was in chaos due to Valhalla’s advance. He was excited. It was fun. As the world was being consumed by chaos, Alexandr smiled as he looked at the last screen.

The last screen showed Dmitry. Because of Ares’ betrayal, the gate was open, and Dmitry, without Roman, was in terrible danger, like a small boat in a storm. Alexandr had expected them to fall quickly. He was surprised they had found out about Ares and fought back so well. *They won’t even last a day,* he had thought. But they were still holding on. *Still,* Alexandr thought, a smirk playing on his lips, *it’s a pointless fight.*

Most people were wrong about the world. They thought the Chronos Empire wanted to take over the continent, but they believed Valhalla was too strong to let that happen. People saw Valhalla as a powerful mountain blocking Chronos’ path. But that was just wishful thinking. The truth was, Valhalla was controlled by Chronos. Valhalla was Chronos’ puppet. If Chronos really wanted to conquer everything, Valhalla would never stand in their way.

But Chronos and Valhalla were just waiting. Alexandr’s plan was bigger than just taking over the continent. That was only part of it. He wished he had more time to prepare. But Roman Dmitry had forced him to act sooner than he wanted. Still, Alexandr was sure this war would be the first step towards his greatest ambition.

“Roman Dmitry,” Alexandr said, his voice dripping with false sweetness. “You’ve made things interesting, I’ll give you that. But your little game ends now.” *This plan,* he thought, his eyes gleaming with malice, *will cripple Roman Dmitry. First, I will destroy his army, destroy Dmitry itself. Then, I will hunt him down.*

Of course, there was a small part of him that was annoyed. *If only I had more time,* he thought. He wanted to understand Roman Dmitry completely. He wanted to know about Roman’s past life, and how Ares had used martial arts. Alexandr was fascinated by martial arts. If he could have had things his way, he might have kept Roman alive, just to study his fighting skills.

“Tsk tsk,” Alexandr clicked his tongue in mock pity. “If you hadn’t been so reckless, Roman, you could have had so much more.” He smiled, a cold, confident smile. The end was near. This war was just the beginning. It was time to put his great plan into action, the plan he had been making for centuries, in his endless life.

Suddenly, the darkness around Alexandr seemed to ripple. **Fssssss-** The air shimmered, and a shadowy figure appeared, bowing low before him. ‘Lord Alexandr,’ the figure whispered, ‘Roman Dmitry passed through Eltar a short time ago.’ Instantly, Alexandr’s face changed. His smile vanished, replaced by a hard, angry look. Eltar was a city in Valhalla. Normally, this news wouldn’t matter. But the messenger’s words meant something very important. Only one day had passed since the battle began, and Eltar was hundreds of miles away, deep inside Valhalla territory.

“That crazy fool!” Alexandr hissed. “Is he really going to fight to the very end?” Eltar… it was hundreds of kilometers from the southern jungle where Dmitry was fighting. Alexandr had calculated it would take at least three days to travel that distance. How could Roman Dmitry be in Eltar already? Something was terribly wrong.