The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 591

The order was given.

With the order issued, the American soldiers just looked at each other, unable to bring themselves to charge at Roman Dmitry.

It was hard for them. They couldn’t point guns at the Emperor. Also, Kim Pan-seok was too strong. They didn’t know what to do against him.

Everyone froze.

As they watched, Roman Dmitry walked slowly towards the soldiers.

Thud, thud.

The distance narrowed.

The American soldiers stepped back, their eyes begging John Harrison to stop this.

But John Harrison was lost. He knew the situation was hopeless. But he still couldn’t say the words ‘attack Roman Dmitry’.

He gritted his teeth.

He had to.

John Harrison drew his weapon as well.

“American soldiers, listen. If your limbs are broken, I will break my own as well. So…”

It was then.

Just as he was about to step forward, Roman Dmitry confronted the American soldiers.

Crack!

“Kraaah!”

It was a terrible scream.

Seeing the soldier unable to charge or retreat, Roman Dmitry knocked away his weapon and broke his arm.

The soldier screamed, his face pale.

Terror surged through him at the sight of his dangling arm. He looked up and saw Roman Dmitry, then a tremendous impact struck his leg.

Snap!

His leg was broken too.

That was just the beginning.

Roman Dmitry was brutal. He broke the arms and legs of every soldier he reached.

“No need to worry. Broken limbs can be healed with potions anyway.”

“Aah, aah, aaaaaah!”

“Ack!”

It was a one-sided affair.

The soldiers couldn’t bring themselves to resist. Each time Roman Dmitry swung his sword, weapons shattered and limbs made gruesome sounds.

What was happening? They thought this training was for the 49-day disaster. But this one-sided fight was terrifying.

Roman Dmitry was fast.

At first, he seemed to subdue the soldiers slowly. But from a certain point on, he sped up and crushed them. Offense and defense were useless.

There was no one who could block Roman Dmitry’s attack. When a weapon flew into the sky, terrible pain followed.

Thwack!

The sword broke an arm.

The sword broke a leg.

A soldier, unable to resist, had his hair grabbed and his arm twisted while he was lying on the ground.

It was horrific.

Thinking they would all be defeated if they stayed like this, one of the special forces members charged in roughly.

“Just charge! If we can’t avoid it anyway… Ack!”

Crunch!

Blood spurted from his face.

He had unleashed his special technique, but Roman Dmitry grabbed him by the neck and slammed his knee straight into his face.

The special forces member’s legs gave way.

He lost his will to fight with a single attack. But Roman Dmitry twisted his arm back and slowly bent it at an unnatural angle.

“Kuh, kruuu, Kraaah!”

The special forces member’s eyes widened.

Even though he had lost consciousness, the terrible pain overwhelmed him. He had no choice but to scream as he regained his senses.

Crack.

The sound of bones breaking.

It shattered people’s minds.

Roman Dmitry did not give hope to those who bravely charged. He crushed them with even greater despair.

That was the meaning of this training.

This training wasn’t about surviving weak attacks. It was a harsh lesson: fighting him meant a terrible end.

The special forces member’s body slumped.

When he completely lost consciousness, Roman Dmitry tossed him aside and said coldly.

“I’m warning you for the last time. If you do nothing, the time you have to face me will only get longer.”

It was the edge of a cliff.

At Roman Dmitry’s words, John Harrison swallowed his fear and shouted.

“Attack! It’s a fight that will end if we just hold out for an hour anyway. Rather than being helpless and defeated, prove how strong America is!”

He stepped forward.

He was also going to face Roman Dmitry. The magicians showed determined expressions at his appearance.

“Alright, let’s do it.”

“An hour is enough to have a chance of winning.”

Whoosh!

They raised their magic power.

Hundreds of magicians simultaneously tried to unleash magic towards Roman Dmitry.

No, they were trying to unleash it.

“Cancel.”

Beyond Roman Dmitry.

Kim Pan-seok’s magic power swept around.

He was only one person, but he stopped the magic of hundreds of magicians who were casting simultaneously.

It was a truly astonishing sight. Complex calculations were embedded in a single spell, and more effort was needed to thwart that spell.

But Kim Pan-seok thwarted the magic as easily as if it were nothing. Then he used several consciousnesses divided by the Lightning Palm Technique to unleash attack magic.

“You morons. You think you can use magic on His Majesty the Emperor while I’m holding you back? Wind Cutter.”

Whoosh!

Tap tap tap!

A cold wind blew from somewhere.

The Wind Cutter, which was only a 2nd circle spell, swept away the soldiers with tremendous magic power when unleashed by Kim Pan-seok.

Thwack!

Tap tap tap!

“Kraaah!”

The soldiers’ limbs were torn off.

Whether it was arms, legs, or torso, wounds like those inflicted by a sword appeared. The soldiers couldn’t come to their senses from the burning pain that felt like their bodies were on fire.

Roman Dmitry in front, and Kim Pan-seok’s magic behind. There was no greater despair than this.

The American magicians tried to use magic by breaking through Kim Pan-seok’s magic interference. But their magic power collapsed the moment they finished their final casting.

Fssssss.

The disappearing magic power.

The magicians showed blank expressions.

It wasn’t even a real fight. They couldn’t do anything. This helplessness was even more despairing.

They had no confidence.

Overwhelmed by the powerlessness that gripped their bodies, one magician faltered back with a pale face.

“This isn’t right. This isn’t right.”

It wasn’t an action taken after thinking.

Fear took over. He just wanted to run away from the fight.

His mind was a mess, he turned his body, and just as he was about to leave this place without looking back.

“One hour has been added just now.”

An American soldier.

Brad felt like his mind was collapsing.

“Aaaah!”

“Kraaah!”

Screams were heard from all directions.

The elite soldiers that America was so proud of were showing their limbs being broken without being able to do anything.

Soldiers collapsed on the floor, screaming. It was despairing.

Clearly, they were overwhelming the opponent in terms of numbers, but even if all these numbers were sacrificed, it seemed like they wouldn’t be able to win.

If so.

Isn’t it meaningless?

Run away? Brad thought. *Someone else will stop him.* But deep down, a cold fear whispered, *What if no one does?* He pictured his daughter’s face, her bright smile. No, he couldn’t run.

Brad looked around, trying to find a way to escape. The air was thick with sweat and fear. Then he heard a voice, cold and clear, cutting through the shouts and cries. “One hour has been added.”

*One hour is not enough for him,* Brad thought, his stomach twisting. *He will make people suffer more.* He saw the fear in the eyes of the soldiers around him. If they kept running away, it would be his turn next. And after him, his family.

His eyes narrowed. He clenched his teeth. It was hard to even take one step forward, his legs felt like lead. But he would not run anymore, even as Roman Dmitry came closer, a dark shadow moving through the chaos.

He had to. If he couldn’t avoid it, he’d rather do something and die.

Finally, the soldiers right in front of him collapsed.

With a wide-open view, Brad charged forward like a man possessed.

“Aaargh!”

This one life. He would use it valuably.

But when he faced Roman Dmitry, his courage disappeared instantly.

*Thwack!* Brad stumbled. His legs felt weak.

The sword struck his face, and he knelt as if he were a puppet with its strings cut.

Brad’s determination. It was all meaningless.

He couldn’t hold Roman Dmitry back for even ten seconds, but strangely enough, soldiers rushed at Roman Dmitry, starting with Brad.

They also learned something important. Running away wouldn’t solve anything. No one else would fix this for them.

This was only training to face Roman Dmitry, but they knew that the moment they ran away from an absolute being, even the slightest hope would disappear.

The air felt different. Even if they were hurt, even if they were bleeding, the American soldiers charged forward.

Trampling on fallen comrades, veins bulging in their necks, they charged toward Roman Dmitry like a river overflowing its banks.

They moved slowly at first. But they were moving. They were getting used to the idea of despair.

The change in people. That didn’t mean victory.

The soldiers rushed forward, like a wave crashing. But they all fell to their knees, blood spraying out as if they hit an invisible wall.

Crack! Crack crunch! A terrible sound was heard. Bones broke, and blood splattered.

Even when a soldier was on the ground, if he looked angry, Roman Dmitry would step on him, making him scream in pain.

The American power is not just soldiers. Talented individuals like Richard, and S-class powerhouses who commanded orders in the United States, suffered the same pain as the soldiers.

Against Roman Dmitry. Against an absolute being. They were merely human.

They had to accept that fact to charge, and even knowing the terrible consequences, they wielded their weapons at Roman Dmitry.

Crack! The price was terrible. Without a single exception, it proved how horrific the price of struggle was.

More and more people fell. At first, there were only a few dozen. But as Roman Dmitry and Kim Pan-seok fought, hundreds, then thousands, then tens of thousands of soldiers fell to the ground, hurt and bleeding.

It was truly a terrible sight. People filling the vast space were all groaning, bleeding with their limbs twisted.

The more despair they felt, the more trapped they were, the angrier they looked.

The moment they accepted that it was an unavoidable reality, they could not back down, no matter how powerful the opponent was.

But. That was all.

He defeated them all. He was too strong for them all. Time passed quickly – ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes. Roman Dmitry showed them what the future would be like.

Crack! This time, someone’s arm was broken. Even with his arm hanging uselessly, the soldier kept fighting with his sword. His face was twisted with anger.

Like that. Wham! The other arm was also broken.

It was over. He had done his part, so it was his turn to pay the price. The soldier closed his eyes tightly.

He hoped his pain, even for a moment, had helped.

Just then, a cold voice cut through the air. “The training is now over.”

Finally, it was the moment when the hellish training came to an end.

The training was over. John Harrison held his broken arm and walked to Roman Dmitry. He bowed.

“Thank you.”

He now fully accepted the meaning of the training.

Roman Dmitry was like a force of nature, impossible to understand like a normal person. John Harrison realized this training was like a shot to protect humanity, to get them ready for what was coming.

It was truly a grateful thing.

If they hadn’t felt this despair, humanity would be helpless when disaster came.

He admitted it. That it was Roman Dmitry’s great intention. Knowing that it was a place prepared not just for himself, but for everyone, he sincerely expressed his gratitude.

“You’ve worked hard.”

Roman Dmitry wiped away the blood. Tens of thousands of people’s blood came off thickly, but not a single drop of blood that he had shed himself existed among them.

“We are moving to the next location.”

“Your Majesty, may I ask where we are going?” John Harrison asked. He was curious. The next target after the United States. Who would experience this terrible pain that they had experienced?

“We are now going to China.”

Instantly, John Harrison swallowed a laugh. Wang Wiryong had praised Roman Dmitry. John Harrison thought, *Now it’s China’s turn to face him. They will understand how we feel.*

The United States’ crushing defeat. It soon shocked the world.