The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 389

Suddenly, a scout brought bad news to Mystic.

“The Dimitri army has sent soldiers after us,” the scout said quickly. “They are moving fast, even before they fix their walls. It looks like they want to stop us now, not just defend their city. Mystic, if we fight them here, we will be destroyed.”

“…Damn it,” Mystic muttered under his breath. His face tightened, and his eyes narrowed in anger.

This was a surprise. Ares had been sure Dimitri would send soldiers to chase them, but Mystic had disagreed.

Dimitri had won because they were defending their city, which gave them an advantage. Mystic thought Dimitri would stay behind his walls. Fighting a big war out in the open against the Chronos Empire would be hard for Dimitri. Mystic couldn’t believe Dimitri would be brave enough to leave the safety of his city, especially without Roman Dimitri leading them.

Maybe Mystic had just refused to believe Ares. Losing to Dimitri again and again had badly hurt Mystic’s pride.

‘I’m too weak to use teleport magic properly now,’ Mystic thought. ‘If I try to force it, my body might be ripped apart. I could escape alone, but if I go back and tell Alexandr I failed again, he will kill me.’

Lately, Alexandr had been in a bad mood. He looked calm on the outside, but Mystic knew Alexandr was furious about the problems Roman Dimitri was causing.

Mystic needed to succeed. He needed to show Alexandr that he was still valuable. To get back his power and fight back, he had to save the soldiers who were still with him.

“The map!” Mystic demanded.

“Yes?” A soldier replied, startled.

“Give me the map, now!” Mystic repeated, his voice sharp.

“Ah, understood!” The soldier quickly grabbed the map and spread it out on a rough, wooden table.

They were in the northeastern part of the region. It was a wild, empty area with few paths. Because Dimitri’s soldiers were coming from the north, there was only one way to go: south.

If they could escape and get some time to rest and regain their magic power, Mystic thought they could turn things around. He could use teleport magic to bring in more soldiers.

‘Yes, the war isn’t over yet,’ Mystic thought, trying to convince himself. ‘This is a chance to win!’ He believed the Chronos Empire had only lost because Dimitri was defending his city. ‘If we had fought them in an open field from the start, we would have crushed them easily,’ he told himself.

So, now it was a race against time. If they could escape for long enough and trick the enemy, Mystic thought they could even defeat Dimitri’s soldiers who were chasing them.

Mystic grabbed the map and shouted.

“Everyone, pack your things! We are moving south from now on.”

“Understood.”

“Dimitri’s soldiers,” Mystic thought. “They had become like Roman Dimitri – fierce and dangerous, like wild animals showing their teeth. But,” he thought arrogantly, “there are levels even among wild animals. Dimitri’s success wasn’t because his soldiers were strong, but only because Roman Dimitri was so unbelievably powerful.”

He moved quickly. It was a retreat Mystic wasn’t used to, but there was no other choice now.

But they hadn’t gone far when they heard the sound of approaching horses. Tap, tap, tap.

“This is the wrong way for Dimitri,” a voice called out. “Could it be that the mighty Chronos Empire is turning and running like cowards?”

Mystic looked ahead. His escape south was blocked. Standing there, with Dimitri’s soldiers behind him, was Chris.

Mystic’s face went pale. Chris! He was already here? Mystic hadn’t expected him so soon. And Chris blocking the south meant he knew exactly what Mystic was planning.

‘The escape route……’ There was none.

Dimitri’s soldiers had already surrounded the area, and signal flares were rising into the sky, calling for more troops.

Mystic knew he could still teleport away by himself. Normally, he might have just run. But when he saw Chris, a new idea flashed in his mind. ‘Chris is important in Dimitri,’ he thought. ‘Even if we lose this battle, if I kill him, Alexandr might still be pleased with me.’

The air was thick with tension. It was a dangerous moment. The silence wasn’t peaceful; it was the quiet before a storm. Everyone held their weapons tightly, eyes locked on each other, knowing a fight could explode at any second.

Then, Mystic broke the silence. “Attack!” he roared.

“Attack!” his soldiers echoed.

Mystic stepped back quickly.

As if they had been waiting for his command, the Chronos Empire soldiers charged forward. Mystic threw back his cloak and raised his hands, gathering magic power. “Thunder Storm!” he yelled.

*Bzzzt! Rumble!* A crackling ball of lightning formed in his hands, growing brighter and brighter. Then, with a roar, it exploded outwards, a blinding flash of light and a wave of power that ripped through the air like a storm.

Dimitri’s wizards reacted instantly. They quickly cast defensive spells, trying to shield themselves from Mystic’s attack. But Mystic’s magic was too strong. It was powerful, high-level magic that broke through their defenses.

*Flash! Rumble!* “Kraaah!” “Aargh!” Dimitri’s soldiers were swept away.

Mystic watched with satisfaction as his Thunder Storm blasted through Dimitri’s soldiers, sending them flying with screams of pain. He had taken down dozens in a heartbeat. Then, he moved his arms, guiding the storm of lightning. He had one target in mind: Chris.

Mystic knew if Chris realized he was the target, he might retreat. So, Mystic kept attacking Dimitri’s soldiers, hoping to force Chris to come forward and fight to protect his men.

At the same time, the Chronos soldiers clashed with Dimitri’s soldiers. Even though the Chronos soldiers had charged in bravely, they were no match for Dimitri’s soldiers in hand-to-hand combat.

*Clang!* Swords clashed. “Die!” a Dimitri soldier yelled, and *stab!* his blade found its mark. The Chronos soldiers’ attacks were clumsy and ineffective. Dimitri’s soldiers were well-trained and disciplined. Even as their comrades fell to Mystic’s magic, they fought on calmly, blocking and countering every attack.

Earlier, Dimitri’s army had been pushed back by the Chronos Empire because they were fewer in number. But now, with the Chronos soldiers weakened and their numbers reduced, they were no longer strong enough to defeat Dimitri’s well-trained fighters, even though they still had a few more soldiers.

In the end, it was a fight between Mystic and Chris.

Through the storm of lightning that Mystic had created, Chris was charging towards him. *Zap, zap, zap* – bolts of lightning crackled around Chris, but he ignored them. Blood sprayed as he cut down any Chronos soldiers in his path. They fell instantly. It didn’t matter if they were ordinary soldiers or skilled aura swordsmen – Chris moved like a whirlwind of death. Heads flew, bodies dropped, and his eyes were locked on Mystic.

For the last three days, Chris had been holding back his rage. Unlike Kevin, who had arrived in Dimitri and immediately started searching for Ares like a crazy person, Chris had thought carefully about what was best for Dimitri. He decided the most important thing was to lead the soldiers chasing after the Chronos Empire.

Chris knew that if he could completely defeat the Chronos Empire soldiers now, it would put him in a strong position later.

“Lightning Rain!” Mystic shouted, unleashing his full power. *Whirr, rumble!* Magic surged from him. Suddenly, the sky above them, already darkening with evening, blazed with light. Bolts of lightning crashed down, striking the ground all around Chris, wherever he tried to step.

The lightning was so intense, so overwhelming, that Chris seemed tiny and helpless against it. Magic was like a force of nature, a storm of pure destruction. Soon, Chris was lost from sight, hidden behind the constant flashes of lightning.

‘Did I get him?’ Mystic wondered, a smug smile starting to form on his face. ‘Chris isn’t a monster like Roman Dimitri,’ he thought confidently.

Chris watched Ares. *Anyone who bows to Ares*, Chris thought, his hand tightening on his sword hilt, *will not survive the magic storm*. Lightning flashed across the dark battlefield, illuminating the chaos.

Then, suddenly, a powerful blow landed – **Whack!** The ground trembled – **Rumble!** Through the flashes of lightning, Chris burst forth, moving with incredible speed.

Mystic’s eyes widened in fear. He had heard stories of Chris’s skill, but he hadn’t believed them until now.

Unable to believe what he was seeing, Mystic tried to use his magic, to ‘Blink’ – to disappear and reappear somewhere else in a flash.

At that moment, Mystic shouted, “First Flash!” A quick burst of magic shot from his hand, but it was too slow.

A thin line appeared on his neck.

As his vision twisted, Mystic’s eyes shook.

It was a resounding victory, to say the least.

The Imperial Army was completely destroyed.

People rejoiced at the incredible triumph, but amidst their joy, their eyes betrayed astonishment at Chris’s martial prowess.

Chris alone had slaughtered thousands of soldiers.

His sword moved like lightning, a blur of steel that no eye could follow. Soldiers fell before him like wheat before a scythe, and the scene of him dealing with Mystic, in particular, shocked everyone.

Chris’s swordsmanship was fast enough to cut through Blink.

People knew Chris was strong, but they never imagined he would be this strong.

In truth, the reason Chris was able to subdue Mystic so quickly was related to the training Dimitri had been conducting.

Dimitri acknowledged magic in this new world.

By initiating the magic revolution of opening the upper Dantian, he had been consistently training on how to deal with magicians.

The training focused on how to respond to the explosion of magic, how to react in situations that acutely stimulated the senses, and what the loopholes in magic were.

Through constant training, Dimitri’s swordsmen and magicians compensated for each other’s weaknesses.

Magicians became skilled enough not to allow swordsmen to approach them through ordinary means, and swordsmen learned how to attack their opponents in situations where magic exploded, just as Chris had shown.

Roman Dimitri was the natural enemy of magicians, and the swordsmen who received his teachings also grew into the type of beings that magicians truly hated.

Pak!

He shook the blood from his sword.

Chris had just given his all.

His strength in using quick swordsmanship meshed well, allowing him to deal with Mystic more easily than expected, but Chris was not entirely satisfied with the result.

If he had been stronger, he could have captured Mystic alive.

However, knowing how the battlefield could change if he allowed Blink, he risked his life to cut off his head.

Mystic’s body turned to smoke and vanished. He was defeated.

Having achieved the goal of annihilating the Imperial Army, Chris ordered the soldiers, “Quickly clean up the battlefield. As soon as Dimitri’s reward is finished, we will head to the Cairo Western Front.”

“Understood.”

“And Volkan.”

“Yes.”

Volkan stepped forward. Soaked in blood from the war, he breathed heavily as he looked at Chris.

“Kevin is wandering around looking for Ares right now. If he really encounters Ares, even Kevin won’t be able to save his life, so send troops to help Kevin,” Volkan said, his face grim with worry.

“I was worried about that anyway,” Chris replied.

Volkan nodded.

Ares was a dangerous being.

If he had joined forces with Mystic, the battle would not have ended so easily.

Early in the morning, Chris and the soldiers tried to stop Kevin from going out to find Ares.

It was a decision made because they knew how dangerous Ares was, but Kevin’s eyes were glazed over.

Although Dimitri had won, there were corpses everywhere.

If Ares had not betrayed them, there would not have been this much damage.

‘I understand how he feels, but Kevin’s strength alone will never be enough to handle Ares,’ Chris thought.

It was a certainty.

Volkan gathered his troops.

First, he would find Kevin’s location, and Chris would also sort out the situation and help him.

It was then that someone shouted in surprise, “Kevin?!”

“Halt!”

He stopped walking.

Chris looked towards the sound.

In that instant, Chris’s eyes widened.

“…What on earth,” he muttered.

It really was Kevin, and shockingly, Ares, with a face covered in blood, was being dragged along in his grasp.

Later that day, far away in Umberto, the situation was dire.

After the fall of the front-line defense, they convened an emergency meeting amidst repeated defeats.

One of the leaders said, “At this rate, there is no hope. Frank and Redford have sent reinforcements, but that alone will not stop Chronos’s advance. We need a solution! There must be something we can do! With Dimitri, Cairo, and Hector all under attack, Umberto’s time to hold out is not long.”

Umberto’s border and capital were not far away.

It was truly a matter of life and death, and that was why they had to fight at the front-line defense at all costs.

It was hopeless, and some even regretted allying with Dimitri.

“We have committed an act we cannot afford. Chronos is a great power. What we see is not all of their power, and if they attack like this, even Roman Dimitri will not have the capacity to take care of other countries. What should we do? Even if we wait for support from the Kingdom Alliance, if they lose, even a glimmer of hope will disappear. And frankly… isn’t it difficult for Cairo and Dimitri to stop Chronos’s attack?”

It was daunting.

Cairo, Dimitri, Hector – the three countries were under attack.

They had formed the Kingdom Alliance to receive their support, but none of them were in a hopeful situation.

Calderon Drake said, “We shouldn’t think that way. Following Dimitri was Umberto’s only hope. Looking at how the Odelia Kingdom was destroyed, the option of following the Empire was impossible from the start.”

“I’m just saying it out of frustration!” another leader exclaimed.

All of them knew the truth.

Roman Dimitri had opened the lifeline of the Kingdom Alliance, but they had no choice but to worry because he was their only hope.

It was then that completely unexpected news arrived in the conference room, where desperate opinions were rampant.

“It’s a victory report! Dimitri completely defeated the Chronos Imperial Army this morning!”

“What?!” someone shouted, his voice full of disbelief.

Dimitri was under attack by hundreds of thousands of Imperial troops, and they heard that even a very powerful magician had joined the attack.

It was a disadvantageous war without Roman Dimitri.

So they thought they might collapse in a few days, but they never expected to hear that they had defeated the Imperial Army so quickly.

The situation had changed.

The leaders, who had only been uttering desperate words, said, “As expected of Dimitri! They deserve to be the leader of the Kingdom Alliance! This changes things. If Dimitri sends reinforcements, we can solve the immediate problem.”

“Wouldn’t that be difficult? Dimitri’s top priority is to solve the problems of Cairo and Hector, which are adjacent to the border. In particular, if Hector falls to Valhalla, Dimitri must prepare for a full-scale war with Valhalla,” another leader pointed out.

“Oh dear,” someone sighed.

Their faces turned pale.

It was one mountain after another.

The union of the two empires was suffocating to think about.

But absurdly, they received an additional report that was more unbelievable and truly shocking than the news of Dimitri’s victory.

“Just now, Hector won the first battle against Valhalla! The war is not over yet. The Kingdom Alliance will not collapse like this!”

Hector’s victory was an absurd result.

Umberto’s leaders could not understand what was happening on the Salamander Continent.