The Heavenly Demon Can't Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 410

Alvaro, Captain of the Capital Defense, lifted his head, his face pale.

He was covered in sand from the storm. He looked rough, but he didn’t care. He only cared about what he saw now.

“What on earth is this?”

Chronos’s strong fortress was falling apart. Dust and stone rained down. The sound was like thunder.

One side of the wall had fallen, showing a big hole. Around it, he saw bodies crushed under the stones.

His eyes spun, and the broken fortress seemed to blur around him. Chronos had prepared for this war. He had promised they could stop any attack. But they were losing to a single sword, not even a magic weapon.

This was not normal. Everything he thought he knew about war was wrong.

Alvaro was shocked by what Roman Dmitry had done.

‘One blow ruined our plan. We wanted to use the fortress as a shield to make the battle last longer. But if they get close, we won’t last a day.’

He gritted his teeth and stood up.

His head was bleeding, but he didn’t feel it. Fear and adrenaline pushed the pain away. *This can’t be happening,* he thought.

In the distance, he saw the soldiers of the Kingdom Alliance coming closer. He couldn’t lose like this. Alvaro had to choose the only way to fix this.

“Black mages! Now! Use your magic!”

Sssssss.

The black-robed figures stepped forward. Alvaro gave an order he never thought he’d give. He called on the Black Magic Group, Chronos’s secret weapon.

The Chronos Empire had trained mages and, with Alexandre’s help, created the ‘Black Magic Group’. This was a secret that should never be told. Even Alvaro couldn’t easily talk about it. Marquis Memphis, the commander of Chronos, should have been here. Where was he?

He decided that because Alexandre’s identity was known, everyone knew Chronos was using black magic. For Alvaro, keeping the empire safe was more important than anything else.

“Dark Wave.”

Whirr!

Rumble!

The black mages used their magic. Black smoke poured from the mages, like a thick, oily wave. It smelled like burnt metal and made the air cold. It crashed down under the fortress walls, sweeping away the soldiers of the Kingdom Alliance.

The faces of those touched by the dark magic turned black. Those who knew how to use mana protected themselves, but those who didn’t trembled and fell, their faces dry and lifeless.

Then,

“Summon Zombie.”

“Arise, ye dead.”

The dead rose. Their eyes glowed red. They stood up and showed their sharp teeth to those who had been their friends.

“Kyaaak!”

“The enemies are using black magic!”

Screams filled the air. The ground was covered in bodies, both living and undead. The smell of death and dark magic hung heavy – it was truly hell on earth.

Black magic is made for killing. One mage can kill many people with it. The Dark Wave stole life, and then the dead were brought back as zombies.

Alvaro saw the black mages’ power and shouted to the soldiers who were panicking.

“Everyone to your positions! Defend the fortress!”

Not yet. The war wasn’t over. Only part of the fortress was destroyed. The parts that Roman Dmitry didn’t attack were still standing.

If they could block the hole and if Marquis Memphis and the reinforcements came, he told himself they could still win. *Just block the hole. Just hold on until Memphis comes.* But deep down, a cold fear told him it was already too late.

And that was a delusion.

At the same time as Roman Dmitry’s group came through the zombies, a bright white light flashed from the sky. It felt warm and clean, pushing back the cold darkness.

“Bless.”

Rumble!

The blessing of God. It was divine power.

The Luna priests had divine power. They clasped their hands and made their power stronger under the bright light.

“Bless.”

“With the power of God, push back the darkness.”

Whirr!

Just a few years ago, they couldn’t use divine power like this. The Luna Order was just a group that served Saint Isabel. But recently, the priests’ power had become stronger.

Mother Elf said it might be because of the dimensional rift. Each dimension is separated, but as the Demon World affects the earth, the priests’ divine power becomes stronger.

Of course, it was nothing compared to Isabel. But the priests’ power was enough to fight the black mages’ dark magic.

Screech-

The darkness went away. A light rose from the bodies of the Kingdom Alliance soldiers, and they were no longer touched by the darkness because of the divine power.

At the same time, the zombies’ power became weaker. They screamed and hesitated at the divine power. The soldiers rushed in and blew their heads off.

“Die!”

Thud!

It was the start of the counterattack. One by one, the situation changed.

The soldiers who had fought off the dark magic quickly cleared away the zombies. Because they couldn’t make new zombies, the black mages’ magic couldn’t work.

The black mages used more magic. They tried to attack, but Edwin Hector found them.

“Fire Rain.”

Whirr!

Fire rained down from the sky. The black mages stopped their attacks and used defensive magic. But when Felix used more magic, the people on the fortress walls were swept away.

The black mages were not Alexandre. As long as Edwin Hector and Felix were there, they couldn’t win the magic fight.

While the black mages were losing, the situation that Alvaro feared was happening.

“Attack!”

“Follow the Lord!”

Again, Roman Dmitry’s soldiers stormed inside through the destroyed fortress walls.

The soldiers followed without fear. Because Roman Dmitry fought the enemies first, they had strong faith in him.

Wham!

Rumble!

Destruction. The Demonic Heavenly Sword Technique turned everything into ruins. The enemies who tried to stop him disappeared. All eyes were on Roman Dmitry.

That’s why Dmitry’s soldiers weren’t afraid. They thought of him as a god and cut down the enemies who survived.

“Kraaah!”

“Gack!”

Kevin was the best of them all. He moved like a shadow, cutting down anyone who dared to face him. He was almost as frightening as Dmitry himself.

“D-die!”

The Imperial soldiers shouted in fear. They thrust their spears with pale faces, but Kevin dodged the attacks and cut open their chests. Blood splattered everywhere.

Kevin fought his way through the soldiers, cutting them down to make a path away from Roman Dmitry.

A soldier fell with a soft *plop*.

A shudder ran through the knights.

One knight trembled, seeing his friend fall.

When they saw their friend fall, the Knights of Chronos rushed forward all at once.

“Attack together!”

“He is Dmitry’s fiend. Forget Roman Dmitry for now, and deal with this one first!”

They changed their plan quickly. Roman Dmitry was too strong to fight right now. They would focus on Kevin instead, who seemed easier to beat. If Kevin kept fighting like this, he would hurt them badly.

The *clang* of metal on metal rang out, loud and sharp, as dozens of knights charged at Kevin.

“Die!”

These were not just ordinary soldiers. They were aura swordsmen, skilled fighters from 5-star to 3-star level. Each one was proud of their skill, but they knew Kevin was dangerous. They had to attack him together.

The air around the knights seemed to shimmer and shake. Their combined aura power was like a wild storm, ready to crush Kevin. But Kevin was fearless.

Tap.

He stepped into the heart of the aura storm.

He found a small gap in the powerful aura, a moment when his enemy was open. Kevin was too fast to miss it.

Flash.

“Kraaah!”

He attacked like a wild beast. His eyes were fierce. He struck the knight in the chest, then vanished back into the storm of aura, dodging all the attacks coming at him.

It was a dangerous, tight spot. But Kevin had fought in so many battles before. He was used to this kind of pressure.

This.

Wasn’t even that dangerous.

He moved with skill and speed, dodging every attack. He always found the weak points in their defense, striking at the last second.

Thud.

Again.

The knight’s head flew off.

Kevin cut down every enemy he faced. His face was covered in blood.

He swung his sword again and again, a whirlwind of deadly motion.

Suddenly, Kevin realized he was winning. Only one knight was left.

Kevin struck so fast, he cut off the knight’s arm in a flash.

Flash.

Swish.

Blood splattered.

The knight’s eyes widened.

The knight charged, his face full of fear. He thought he had a chance to win, but now, seeing Kevin’s power, he knew he was wrong. He couldn’t believe what was happening.

He was a knight of the Chronos Empire, a place he thought was unbeatable. He never imagined he would end up like this, defeated even when they all attacked together.

Was that why?

“P, please spare me.”

Plop.

He knelt.

He begged.

The battle still raged around them. But this knight was broken. He felt a despair so strong, he just gave up without thinking. He wanted to escape reality, even for a moment.

He couldn’t believe that his life, which he had worked so hard for, would end in such a pointless way.

At that sight.

Kevin looked down at him, a cold smile on his face.

“Then you shouldn’t have started a war in the first place.”

Flash.

The sword flashed, and the knight’s head fell.

Kevin turned and calmly walked in the direction Roman Dmitry had gone. Dmitry was already far ahead, too far to catch.

Everything was falling apart. Alvaro looked around at the chaos and death. He couldn’t think straight. And then, something even worse happened.

Clang!

‘…He’s blocking this?!’

Burning aura.

Alvaro was a 5-star aura swordsman, yet a person presumed to be a mere soldier blocked his aura while contorting his face in a grimace.

He couldn’t believe it. It made no sense.

Everyone knew the rules of aura power. 1-star was weaker than 2-star, and so on, all the way to 5-star. Alexandre had created this system. Alvaro was a 5-star swordsman. He should be much stronger than a low-level soldier.

Alvaro was furious. This soldier’s aura was weak and untrained compared to his own. How could he be blocked?

“You piece of trash!”

Clang!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Alvaro yelled in anger, “You piece of trash!” He attacked again and again, *clang! clang! clang!* He pushed the soldier back, step by step.

This wasn’t Roman Dmitry, the legendary swordsman. It wasn’t Chris, the Flash of Dmitry, or even Kevin, the Fiend of Dmitry. It was just a common soldier, someone Alvaro had never seen before. But still, he couldn’t break through.

The soldier looked like he was about to fall at any moment, but he kept fighting. This made Alvaro even angrier. He didn’t care who this soldier was or what his rank was.

Alvaro attacked with all his strength, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He was furious that he couldn’t defeat this simple soldier quickly.

Swish.

A spray of blood hit Alvaro’s face. It had been a close fight, too close for comfort. But finally, Alvaro saw his chance.

Wham!

Rumble!

He shattered the aura.

Alvaro’s face was twisted with anger as he finished the soldier off. The soldier fought to the very end, but it wasn’t enough.

The soldier’s body was a ruin. Alvaro could barely even see what he had looked like before.

“Hoo, hoo.”

Victory? Alvaro felt no joy. He was just confused. He was shocked that he had struggled so much against a simple soldier.

‘This is Dmitry.’

Then it hit him. *This is Dmitry*. He finally understood. It wasn’t just Roman Dmitry who was strong. Even the ordinary soldiers of Dmitry were powerful. That’s why Dmitry had won all their battles, even when things looked impossible.

The war was already lost. From the moment their strong walls fell and their black magic failed, there was no way to stop Dmitry’s army.

Just what.

What kind of magic did Dmitry use?

How had Dmitry become so powerful so quickly? How had he pushed the Empire to the edge of defeat?

Alvaro backed away quickly. He needed to get away from the fighting. He called for his messenger. He had to find their last hope.

“‘Where is Marquis Memphis?!’ Alvaro shouted. ‘Find him now!’ Before the battle, Memphis had rushed off to defend the Imperial Palace when they heard it was attacked. But it turned out to be a false alarm. Memphis should have returned by now.”

And the elite troops also followed Marquis Memphis.

Alvaro looked at his messenger, his face full of worry. They desperately needed Memphis’s help. Memphis was the only one who could save them now. He was sure Memphis would know what to do, something Alvaro himself couldn’t figure out. And Memphis had taken the best soldiers with him.

But then, his messenger came back. His face was pale and full of fear.

“‘I’ve tried to reach him again and again,’ the messenger said, his voice shaking. ‘But he doesn’t answer. It looks like… it looks like Marquis Memphis has run away. He’s given up.'”

At those words.

Stunned.

Alvaro froze. He couldn’t think. Memphis had fled? It was impossible.

To give up fighting.

This was the worst thing that could have happened. Everything was lost.