The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 450

It all happened in a heartbeat.

One moment, nothing. The next, Phyvir was there, bursting out of the shadows, power crackling around him. It was faster than any human could react. Even Belzerte, a powerful demon himself, would have been too slow. Only a Demon King might have seen it coming.

But then…

“Kraaah! Kraaaah!”

He screamed and stumbled backward.

Terrible pain shot through his chest, and he fell to the ground, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at his torn body.

Hot, dark blood poured from his chest, staining the ground.

His ribs were broken, stabbing into his organs, and pieces of magical energy stuck to his organs, causing terrible pain.

“Ugh…”

He groaned.

He couldn’t understand what had happened.

He had aimed his attack perfectly, waiting for Roman Dmitry to be busy fighting the demons. But now, he was the one being attacked.

It was clear. Roman Dmitry knew Phyvir was there. He decided he was fast enough to let Phyvir attack and still win.

Then, he looked up and saw a sword coming down at him.

‘I’m going to die.’

“Dark Shield.”

Wham!

Clang!

It was close.

Belzerte’s magic blocked the attack from far away. As the Dark Shield broke apart, Phyvir jumped away to save himself.

Each movement sent pain through his chest.

The thought of dying pushed Phyvir to grab the heads of the demons around him.

Squeeze.

“Blood Drain.”

Glug glug glug.

He sucked their blood.

The demons shriveled and dried up, their skin turning to dust like ancient mummies exposed to the sun. The more blood he drank, the more his chest wound seemed to heal.

Crawling on the ground, he couldn’t believe what was happening.

Phyvir had never thought he would need to use his Blood Drain power in this way, even when following the Demon King’s orders.

Rage filled him.

As he turned to fight back, Phyvir suddenly froze.

Splurt.

“Keee-eck.”

“Kieeeck.”

The demons were torn apart.

As soon as Phyvir ran, the demons blocked his path, and Belzerte’s dark magic attacked Roman Dmitry from a distance.

But none of the attacks worked.

Roman Dmitry raised his power and cut through Belzerte’s dark magic. He killed any demons in his way and moved towards Phyvir with deadly speed.

Just a moment before, when Phyvir heard that Roman Dmitry was coming alone, he had laughed and said:

“Are they really this stupid? Thinking they can outsmart us in the Demon Realm? Or is Roman Dmitry trying to distract us while he does something else?”

He was different from Belzerte.

Belzerte looked angry, but Phyvir didn’t understand why he was so serious.

After all, the enemy was just a human. If they couldn’t defeat the many demons, they couldn’t win no matter what they tried.

And now…

Splurt.

Blood flew everywhere.

The moment he looked into Roman Dmitry’s eyes, he heard his voice.

“Are you Phyvir, the commander of the 2nd Legion?”

A chill went down his spine.

It was clear.

This man really planned to kill all these demons by himself.

The Rearguard.

The name ‘Rearguard’ was almost a joke, because everyone except Roman Dmitry was just following behind him.

They felt many things at once.

In their world, leaders usually just gave orders. But Roman Dmitry, even though he was an Emperor, was leading the attack.

Far ahead.

Thinking about the battle that was coming in a place where they couldn’t see clearly, they hurried to keep up.

As they moved, Isabel asked Chris.

“Is this really the right thing to do?”

Roman Dmitry’s plan.

It was dangerous.

Isabel had argued against his decision to take on the danger alone until the very end of their meeting.

She now knew what kind of person Roman Dmitry was.

She knew he was strong, never giving up or making compromises. But the problem was that his enemy was not human.

Chris said.

“I am also worried about our lord. But I trust his decision.”

His heart was also pounding.

The order to stay behind meant that he couldn’t do anything more against the demons.

He was angry.

His pride was hurt.

He wanted to be with him, even if it meant risking his life. But his past experiences held him back.

“I have fought many battles with Roman Dmitry. He always turned wars where we were losing into victories. That’s how Dmitry became an Empire. But do you know what’s funny? Even I, who thinks I know Roman Dmitry better than anyone else, have never seen him use his full power. The enemies that people thought were unbeatable were enemies he didn’t even need to try hard against. That’s why I follow him, even when I don’t understand.”

Grip.

He held his sword tightly.

What they could do and what they couldn’t do.

Those words he had said to Hans were what everyone in Dmitry had to accept.

“We trust our lord. If he commands it, there will be a reason. I don’t think our lord will fall, no matter how many enemies are waiting. So, Saintess, please just do that much. Even if this choice leads us to destruction, the people of Dmitry will follow our lord’s command.”

It was a strong will.

Isabel didn’t say anything.

She felt like she understood now.

Why the people of Dmitry followed Roman Dmitry so blindly.

He was different from her.

Seeing how he took on the burden without hesitation, even she, who had only known him for a short time, had come to trust him.

She believed that he could handle the challenges ahead.

If so, then what she and the others had to do was to perfectly follow his orders.

“Everyone, take up your weapons!”

Clack clack clack.

Chris gave the signal.

They could see the remaining demons.

Looking at the bodies of the demons scattered everywhere, the soldiers of the Continental Allied Forces showed their determination.

At the end of this path was Roman Dmitry.

They could also see the demons.

If so…

“Follow Roman Dmitry! All troops, attack!”

“Attack!”

“For Dmitry!”

There was no reason to wait.

Advance.

Led by Chris, the soldiers of the Continental Allied Forces charged towards the demons in the distance.

The Age of Great Chaos.

The legion commanders, including Phyvir, were powerful figures until they knelt before the Demon King.

Belzerte of Black Magic.

Phyvir, the ruler of blood.

And Babel of monstrous strength.

Belzerte killed hundreds of thousands of demons with black magic alone, and Phyvir could kill anyone with the power of blood.

Babel was a monster beyond the limits of demons.

As they built their own territories, they became legion commanders when the Demon King appeared, an existence they couldn’t challenge.

They had pride.

Even though they had been defeated by the Demon King, they believed that no one else could defeat them.

And now…

Their pride was shattered.

Seeing Roman Dmitry coming closer, Phyvir felt like he was losing his mind.

“Blood Rain.”

Swish.

The air crackled with dark magic in the Demon Realm. Roman Dmitry stood alone against a horde of terrifying creatures.

Blood sprayed everywhere.

Blood from the demon corpses turned into hundreds of thorns, raining down on Roman Dmitry like a storm of sharp needles as black as night.

Pibir had once defeated a high-ranking demon with this technique.

It was a brutal attack meant to pierce through the entire body, but it was useless against Roman Dmitry.

Clang!

Every attack was blocked.

Roman Dmitry blocked Pibir’s attacks one by one. He beheaded a demon that was rushing at him.

Thwack.

Blood splattered.

He had killed so many demons that Roman Dmitry’s black hair looked blood red.

At that moment, Belzert’s dark magic exploded, twisting and writhing like angry snakes, and black lightning crashed down like spears from the sky onto Roman Dmitry’s head.

Flash!

Boom!

One against many.

It was an overwhelmingly disadvantageous situation.

Anyone would have fallen in this situation. But Roman Dmitry did not. He pushed through the magic and ran forward.

Boom!

The bodies of the demons were torn apart.

Roman Dmitry narrowed the distance with Pibir, instantly slaughtering those who stood in his way.

Demons have ranks.

Divided into top, upper, middle, and lower ranks, the top-ranked demons, even without special powers, could not be ignored because of their physical abilities.

The heads of dozens of such top-ranked demons were blown away at once.

Those who rushed to attack Roman Dmitry staggered and collapsed without gaining anything.

Boom!

Pibir’s face turned pale, his hands trembling.

No attack, no method worked.

The monster named Roman Dmitry, whom he faced, was far beyond his ability to handle.

‘He is comparable to the Demon King. We can’t defeat him with just us.’

He felt a vast difference.

Just as he had knelt in just 30 seconds when facing the Demon King, he was convinced that Roman Dmitry was the same kind of being.

Belzert’s warning came to mind late.

When he thought about it, Belzert didn’t seem to be giving his all right now.

-Belzert. We must report to the Demon King now and retreat. He is not someone we can handle.

He sent a desperate signal, his voice shaking.

[No! We can’t retreat! The Demon King is watching! He wants to see Dmitry’s power. If we run, we are dead anyway! Fight!]

“Damn it!”

He realized late.

Belzert knew the truth.

That’s why he put himself on the front line to check Roman Dmitry’s power first.

Crack!

Blood splattered right in front of him.

In the torn body of the demon, Pibir realized that he could not survive by just running away.

He had to land a blow somehow. He is Pibir, the commander of the 2nd Legion.

He, who had brought all the monsters who had made a name for themselves in the Demon Realm to their knees, could not be killed by a human in the Demon Realm.

Whirr!

Boom!

He unleashed his magic power.

The exploding magic power enveloped him, and Pibir’s eyes turned red.

“Bloo… Ack.”

Flash!

He widened his eyes.

Too late.

Before he could show his power, Roman Dmitry’s sword blew his head off this time.

It was an overwhelming sight.

Following Babel, even Pibir was helplessly defeated.

Roman Dmitry looked away from Pibir’s head rolling on the floor and looked at Belzert in the distance.

“Demon King! Are you just going to watch your pets die? Or will you finally show yourself?”

Nowhere.

The Demon King’s presence was not felt.

He brushed his blood-stained hair back, then calmly walked towards Belzert.

“Then there’s no choice but to kill them all.”

Pat.

Boom!

He rushed in.

Belzert, who had been watching the series of events, distorted his expression as Roman Dmitry changed his target.

‘Dangerous.’

Like Pibir thought, he deliberately did not give his all.

It was also to check Roman Dmitry’s power, and even if Pibir died, there was a way to replace his position.

The problem was that Roman Dmitry was stronger than he thought.

Realizing that he could be caught off guard and suffer without being able to do anything, he raised his power to the maximum from the start.

“Roman Dmitry! I admit that you are strong, but you can never be the Demon King’s opponent. Revival.”

Boom!

“Kraaah!”

“Grrrr.”

Magic power spread out.

The corpses whose limbs had been torn apart rose again, and among them was Pibir, who flashed red eyes.

In an instant, numerous demons appeared in the path that Roman Dmitry was advancing.

They stopped Roman Dmitry with their bodies. Even if hundreds were slaughtered, thousands filled the spot and blocked the way.

At the same time.

Boom!

He opened a circle.

Belzert became one with the Demon Realm.

‘I never thought I would use this.’

Great chaos.

That day, Belzert was the one who resisted the Demon King until the very end.

He eventually knelt, but unlike the other beings who accepted reality, he worried that he might die at any time due to the Demon King’s sudden ideas.

The power of black magic. He honed it to the extreme.

If the day came when he was at odds with the Demon King, he prepared his own weapon to strike a blow against him.

Even after Pibir died, the Demon King did not appear.

With that, the Demon King conveyed his will, so Belzert revealed his full power to live.

“Death.”

The spell of death.

Magic power exploded.

Roman Dmitry also faced the sight.

In the face of the tremendous magic power that seemed to devour the world, Roman Dmitry rather felt his heart pounding.

‘How much can you handle?’

Sheffir.

The blow that killed him.

It was different then and now.

Back then, he used it in the realm of knowledge, but now he has reached the sky.

Roman Dmitry gripped his sword tightly.

The distance to Belzert was still far, but it didn’t matter much.

Tak.

Eighth step.

Magic power surged explosively.

With the magic power erupting like an active volcano, Roman Dmitry swung his sword as it was.

‘Roman Dmitry used a powerful sword technique, final strike.’

Flash!

He sincerely wished Belzert would block this attack to make himself a little more enjoyable.