The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 391

Roman Dmitry received a call, his hands stained with blood.

[My lord, we have succeeded in annihilating the Cronos Empire forces that attacked Dmitry.]

Beneath his feet, corpses were strewn about.

For days and nights, he had fought his way through Valhalla, a desolate land of ice and rock. Everywhere he looked, soldiers had fallen.

The warmth emanating from the corpses proved they had been alive just moments ago.

Even though wasting time answering the call would surely bring pursuers on his heels, Roman Dmitry paid no heed to the reality before him.

“What is the situation in Dmitry?”

[The damage is not insignificant. There was considerable damage due to Ares’ betrayal and magic that moves things through space, but led by Commander Jonathan, we were able to respond well to the variables and resolve the issue. After initially repelling the enemy’s attack, we sent a pursuit force and completely annihilated the Cronos Empire forces, and in the process, Kevin captured Ares alive.]

The caller was Chris.

Immediately after mentioning Ares, Chris asked cautiously.

[…Did you perhaps expect Kevin to deal with Ares?]

It was an unexpected question.

At the uncharacteristic question, Roman Dmitry spoke his honest thoughts.

“No, I was certain that Dmitry would not fall to the likes of Ares, no matter who faced him.”

For a brief moment, silence lingered.

Chris paused, and Roman could hear a slight hesitation in his voice.

Chris had known Kevin since they were both poor and living on the streets. Even as Kevin became stronger in Dmitry’s army, Chris still thought of himself as the better fighter.

That was an undeniable fact.

The past two encounters had proven the difference between them, but the battle with Ares shattered Chris’s common sense.

Ares was a powerful being, an opponent that even Chris had to risk his life against, and could not guarantee victory.

That being, Kevin had defeated.

Chris, who always thought of himself as Dmitry’s best fighter after Roman, felt a strange unease seeing Kevin defeat Ares.

From then on, a strange spark ignited.

If Roman Dmitry had chosen Kevin as the sword to deal with Ares, Chris felt as though his pride would be wounded.

Roman Dmitry did not clearly resolve it.

It was the same in his previous life.

Those who followed Baek Jung-hyuk competed with each other, hoping to be recognized even a little more, and that desire became the driving force that pulled them together.

That was why he did not give a clear answer.

And in this war, Roman Dmitry did not trust only Chris and Kevin from the start.

Just as Commander Jonathan had led the defense against the attack, it was true that he was confident that the current Dmitry had become stronger.

To build a great nation, the talents to solve problems should not be limited to specific individuals.

No matter when or where a problem arises, the talents in that place needed to have the ability to solve it.

The ideal that Roman Dmitry envisioned, the current Dmitry had made much progress.

Of course, he trusted Chris and Kevin more, but even if Ares had evaded the encirclement and infiltrated Dmitry, he would not have achieved his desired goal.

He would have been discovered and overwhelmed by the guards.

He would have been stopped by Fernando, the Captain of the Royal Guard, and his elite soldiers.

[I see.]

It was a slightly bitter voice.

Perhaps, he might have wanted him to take his side.

Chris, who had regained his composure, asked about the main subject.

[The situation in the three southern kingdoms, Cairo, and Hector, is not good. Please give us your orders. What should we do from now on?]

Future plans, he faced the reality before him.

Now was the time to punish the Cronos Empire, which had started the war, rather than indulging in personal feelings.

That afternoon, following Roman Dmitry’s orders, Chris conveyed the plan to the Umberto Kingdom.

[The plan is simple. The Umberto Kingdom must prepare for a desperate last stand. If you create a situation as if you are trying to make a final stand before being pushed back to the capital, my lord will surely appear on that battlefield to help.]

Details were lacking.

Since there was not much time, he only presented a rough guide, and the Umberto leadership, who received the order, could not help but be taken aback.

As soon as the magic communication ended, a meeting was convened.

Some leaders, who had argued against Dmitry’s plans before, now looked even more worried. Their faces were pale, and they whispered nervously to each other.

“It’s too reckless a plan. Dmitry’s main force has expressed its intention to help Cairo and Hector. If so, that means only Roman Dmitry, that one person, will help Umberto… I don’t really understand. I’m not doubting Roman Dmitry’s power. I certainly think the overwhelming power that has stirred up the continent is amazing, but if we attempt a counterattack believing in the joining of only one person, we cannot guarantee Umberto’s safety. Above all, he hasn’t even left Valhalla yet.”

“That’s right. If we’re unlucky and the timing is off, Umberto will bear the brunt of the damage.”

Their worries were valid.

Chris said that he would not send support troops, but that Roman Dmitry would head to Umberto through Franck’s warp gate immediately after leaving Valhalla.

It was a strategic choice.

With Cairo and Hector on the brink, Dmitry’s forces clearly had to help them.

However, they could not abandon the three southern kingdoms.

Since Dmitry leaving for the south was an inefficient choice, Roman Dmitry said that he would solve the problems in the south himself.

That meant the support force was only one person.

Considering the problems that could arise from unforeseen variables, this was an issue that could not be blindly followed, even if the opponent was Roman Dmitry.

Everyone’s eyes turned to one man, Calderon Drake.

He, who held the decision-making power on the front lines, looked at the situation with a cold face.

Calderon Drake’s mind raced. He knew this plan was incredibly risky. *One person?* he thought. *Could Roman Dmitry really make a difference alone?* He looked at the worried faces around the table, the fate of Umberto resting on his shoulders. Taking a deep breath, he spoke, his voice firm despite his doubts. ‘It’s definitely a reckless plan,’ he admitted, ‘but…

This operation exceeded common sense.

His mind was intricately tangled, but soon Calderon Drake made a decision.

“Since Roman Dmitry took the command, Dmitry has never lost a war. Dmitry has sent the strongest force, and I am confident that we will win the war if Roman Dmitry arrives on time. Then, there is no reason for us to hesitate. We must follow the plan. In a situation where we are on the brink, there is no reason to hesitate because many soldiers will be sacrificed for this operation.”

He saw the essence.

What mattered was the victory or defeat of the war.

The part he was worried about was the damage caused by the operation, but his belief in Roman Dmitry was unwavering.

“In the first place, Umberto’s fate is at stake. Now that Roman Dmitry has shown his faith as a member of the kingdom alliance, we need to create a stage for him to perform, even at the cost of our lives.”

Thus, Umberto stopped retreating and chose a desperate last stand.

Count Soller’s worries were true.

Like his worries, the presence of just one person drew out Umberto’s courage.

Just as Umberto’s soldiers began to falter, a figure appeared behind the Cronos lines. It was Roman Dmitry. He seemed to materialize from thin air, a blood-soaked specter of vengeance.

“Ro-Roman Dmitry!”

“Why is that monster here?!”

Instantly, the soldiers of Cronos screamed as if they were wailing.

As if they had seen something they should not have seen, they hastily widened the distance between themselves and Roman Dmitry with pale faces.

In Cronos, Roman Dmitry’s name was synonymous with terror.

Cronos, who had always been confident that they would win no matter which country they faced, had repeatedly lost to Roman Dmitry.

Especially, the last war was overwhelming.

Roman Dmitry had single-handedly slaughtered hundreds of thousands of soldiers and even defeated Sheffirma, an 8-circle magician.

He was an unapproachable monster.

The Imperial army that attacked Umberto did not expect Dmitry to appear here first, rather than somewhere else.

Roman Dmitry smiled, a chilling sight. ‘Did you really think you could win without facing me?’ his voice cut through the air. ‘What will you do now?’

Roman Dmitry had become a blood-soaked figure.

It was a grueling schedule, so much so that it would have been strange if ordinary people had not collapsed long ago, with no part of his body free from bloodstains, showing how many lives he had taken.

Days and nights of battle had left Roman Dmitry covered in blood, but he showed no sign of tiredness. His eyes, however, burned with a fierce, unwavering light.

He was a monster.

As Roman Dmitry took a step forward, the Cronos Empire army took a step back simultaneously, as if they had made a promise.

The enemy commander, his face red with fury, pointed his sword towards Roman Dmitry. “I promise you!” he roared to his soldiers, his voice echoing across the battlefield. “Everyone who fights in this war, no matter who they are, will die!”

Then, with a wave of his hand, he shouted, “Attack! Attack them now!”

The tense silence broke like a glass shattering.

The clash of metal and the rumble of boots filled the air as Imperial soldiers charged forward. They were afraid, pushed back to the very edge of the battlefield. Special fighters, called Aura Swordsmen, their bodies glowing with inner power, joined the attack against Roman Dmitry.

They knew that those who charged first were likely to die.

But the scene before them was even more horrifying than they had imagined.

Thwack.

Papapapat.

Heads flew.

He didn’t even need to use his full strength.

Just by using a little of his power, the heads of the Aura Swordsmen facing Roman Dmitry flew off one after another.

From then on, an unstoppable battle began. Roman Dmitry charged like a man possessed.

Even after fighting battles that had drenched him in blood for a whole week, he wielded his sword as if still thirsty for more.

Crack.

An arm was cut.

Flash.

A head was sent flying.

In the rapidly changing fight, a flower of blood bloomed around Roman Dmitry.

“Kraaah!”

“Aargh, stop Roman Dmitry!”

The plan was simple.

Roman Dmitry’s job was to draw all the enemy soldiers to him, so they would forget about Umberto and the trouble Umberto was causing elsewhere. This chaos would confuse the enemy and help their side.

He committed a massacre.

He killed, and killed again.

Like that.

“Kraaah!”

Count Soler turned his head sharply, confirming that there was a problem on the battlefield.

Was this what it felt like to be breathless?

Count Soler was initially surprised.

He couldn’t believe that Roman Dmitry, who was supposed to be held for a month, had already escaped Valhalla.

And then, he was bewildered.

There was only one opponent.

Even after searching carefully, there were no other supporting forces, but the chaos caused by Roman Dmitry was unbelievable for just one man.

Screams never stopped in the distance.

Many soldiers ran to the rear, but they were slaughtered, scattering blood as if the same situation was happening over and over.

…So that’s Roman Dmitry.

The commanders of Chronos had learned a lesson.

That Roman Dmitry was no longer just a swordsman from a weak country, but a monster that had to be faced with all their might.

Count Soler felt the same way.

Just in case, he prepared for the worst.

He gave a loud order to the Chronos Knights guarding him.

“Release the seal and defeat Roman Dmitry.”

“Understood.”

Clang.

Rumble.

Their eyes changed.

Suddenly, the Chronos Knights used a special inner power, making them stronger and faster. Hidden fighters, like shadows, also joined the attack.

Among them were Aura Swordsmen of 5-star or higher.

These were the troops prepared to face Roman Dmitry alone, and they had not joined the fight against Umberto until now.

Therefore, he was certain.

That Roman Dmitry, exhausted from a week of fighting, would surely fail.

However, flash.

“Kraaah.”

It was just a delusion.

Count Soler’s eyes widened as he saw the Chronos Knights, who had charged so fiercely, being cut down in an instant.

He was too far away to see clearly what was happening.

But whenever something flashed, those who stood in Roman Dmitry’s way were sure to die.

This was no different for ordinary soldiers.

Neither the knights who had exploded with inner power, nor the shadows of Chronos who used unknown powers, could stop him.

Clang.

Rumble.

They were swept away by the storm of aura.

When Roman Dmitry used the Demonic Heavenly Sword Art, the space around him was simply destroyed.

A chill ran down his spine.

A single man was changing the course of the war.

If he pushed just a little harder, he felt like he could defeat Umberto, but because of the chaos caused by Roman Dmitry, he could no longer order the attack on Umberto.

Instead, the advancing soldiers changed direction.

They shouted that they would deal with Roman Dmitry first, but they failed.

The real danger was Roman Dmitry himself.

In the slaughter he was carrying out, soaked in blood, Count Soler realized that the rumors of the battlefield were not exaggerated at all.

‘The advice from the generals who had lost was true after all.’

This war…

To him, who was in charge of attacking Umberto, the defeated generals, who had been demoted for their past defeats, had said this:

“Count Soler, let me give you some advice. Why do you think the great nation of Chronos is so quickly starting this war? And why are they dividing their forces to attack the kingdoms of the continent at the same time? The reason is simple: they cannot handle Roman Dmitry. They have decided that no matter how many troops they use, they have no chance of winning if they meet Roman Dmitry on the battlefield. So, remember this: dividing the forces means they are trying to be as efficient as possible in a short time, but it also means they plan to avoid any battlefield where Roman Dmitry appears.”

At that time, Count Soler didn’t believe it.

Chronos was a great nation.

No matter how legendary Roman Dmitry’s actions were, he didn’t think they would start a war so afraid of just one man.

The idea of running away just because Roman Dmitry was there was shameful to him, a proud soldier.

But it was different now.

It was overwhelming.

Seeing Roman Dmitry sweeping through the area filled with Imperial soldiers, and hearing the constant screams of pain, he felt like he knew why they were so desperate to hold Roman Dmitry back by using Valhalla.

From the moment he appeared on the battlefield, the war was going to be really difficult, so the Chronos Empire planned to take as much land as possible and focus on Roman Dmitry.

‘The fact that they can’t handle that monster probably means that Umberto is not the battlefield Chronos wants to fight on.’

At that moment…

Far away, he met Roman Dmitry’s eyes.

Why?

A thrill ran through his entire body, and he remembered the advice the defeated general had given him.

“If you want to live, even if people call you a coward, run the moment you see Roman Dmitry. Because from that moment, you are already in a hopeless fight.”

His heart sank.

The defeated general’s advice was true.

When he finally realized the truth and took a step back…

“So, you’re the commander.”

Thwack.

Blood splattered.

Through the rain of blood, Roman Dmitry appeared before his eyes.