The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 113

Edwin Hector used his most powerful magic.

Edwin Hector used a special magic. It made him stronger, but he couldn’t use magic again for a while.

“Wind Blade.”

Whirr!

The first attack came from Edwin Hector.

As Roman Dmitry kicked off the ground and charged, he summoned a wind blade and immediately attempted an attack.

A sharp gust of wind, like an invisible sword, rushed towards Roman.

Roman’s keen senses allowed him to perceive the direction of the wind blade’s attack without even seeing it.

He dodged swiftly.

Just as his steps faltered slightly, Hector’s knights rushed in from all directions.

Clang.

Rumble!

“Die!”

“Protect the Prince!”

Auras exploded.

This was enemy territory.

This was not a fair fight. Edwin Hector wanted to win by any means.

Flash.

A single strike.

He roused the mana in his dantian.

As the Second Form of the Demonic Heavenly Swordsmanship was unleashed, Roman slashed down all the rushing enemies along with their auras.

Splurt!

The knights were knocked away in an instant.

It was truly a spectacle.

Auras of brilliant colors rose from all directions, but in the blink of an eye, they were all stained with blood.

No one was flustered by the overwhelming sight.

Not Hector’s soldiers, nor Edwin Hector himself. Watching Roman’s overwhelming advance, they now knew that he would not be defeated by this much.

“Entangle.”

Swish.

Snap snap snap!

Tree trunks burst through the ground.

Edwin Hector controlled the movement of the tree trunks with his hands, restricting Roman’s direction of movement, while Hector’s archers fired arrows at Roman.

Then, he quickly prepared another spell to attack again.

“Inferno!” Edwin Hector shouted.

With a *whoosh*, flames erupted from his hands.

*ROOOOAR!*

It was like a dragon’s breath, a wave of fire so intense it felt like a solid wall. The air shimmered with heat, and even from far away, Roman could feel his skin burning. This was Hector’s strongest fire magic, and for a moment, even Roman saw no way through the inferno.

With every step, Roman’s life was threatened from all directions.

Having lost so much to a single man, Hector’s soldiers risked their lives without needing orders.

Their expressions showed they did not care about death.

Knowing that everyone would die if Roman Dmitry was left unchecked, they desperately tried to leave even a scratch, even if it meant their necks would be severed by Roman’s sword. One soldier, thinking of his family back home, charged forward.

Their efforts did matter.

Roman Dmitry was not invincible, and as he advanced towards Edwin Hector, his body gradually sustained injuries.

The more it happened, the more fiercely Roman raged.

Facing enemies who were burning brightly at the cost of their lives, Roman also gave his all as if this moment was everything.

Whoosh!

Sizzle.

He broke through the flames.

The intensely burning heat enveloped Roman’s body, but he could no longer allow Edwin Hector to run rampant.

It was a scene that inspired admiration just by looking at it.

Despite countless people risking their lives to stop him, the sight of him breaking through made Roman seem less than human.

However, Hector knew Roman would reach him.

“Lightning Blade.”

Bzzzz!

Crackling blue lightning gathered in Hector’s hand, buzzing and sparking like a trapped storm.

The most powerful magic targeting a single target.

He waited for Roman.

The moment he faced the monster reaching before his eyes, the bundle of electricity from Edwin Hector’s hand struck Roman.

Rumble!

Bzzzz!

‘It worked!’

This time, a meaningful sensation was transmitted to his hand.

At the cost of countless lives, he thought he had finally landed a blow on Roman.

At that moment.

Whoosh-

Breaking through the lightning, Roman charged towards Edwin Hector.

Roman was not reckless.

Roman was too fast to be hit. He dodged the lightning at the last moment.

It was as if he was breaking through the lightning.

Even to the eyes of people like Edwin Hector, Roman’s movements had transcended the limits of humanity.

‘It’s over.’

Edwin Hector. He had known him for a short time, but he was a being who had relentlessly tried to torment him.

He had no intention of letting him live.

Acknowledging Edwin Hector’s existence, he chose to advance rather than retreat even after opening the castle gates.

Flash.

He swung his sword.

Mages are not fast fighters. Edwin Hector couldn’t react to Roman’s attack.

The moment he thought he had finished it this time, Roman’s senses caught a strange movement.

“Your Highness… Ack!”

Splurt!

Blood splattered.

It was Kellan.

He had been following Roman from the castle gates, trying to stop him, and upon realizing that Edwin Hector was in danger, he threw himself forward.

His chest was torn apart so brutally that it was gruesome.

Kellan’s pupils lost focus, and he collapsed to the ground, causing Edwin Hector’s expression to turn pale.

“Kellan!”

Edwin Hector’s thoughts raced. *Butler and now Kellan? All dying for me?*

Following Butler, even Kellan…

His people were dying one by one.

Even with Roman right in front of him, Edwin Hector hastily took out a potion and poured it onto Kellan’s chest.

“Please, please!”

“Your Highness… live… for us…”

Kellan spat out a mouthful of blood.

His eyes had already lost their focus.

Edwin Hector caressed the wound with a sorrowful touch.

The fact that he could do nothing but pour potions made him feel like he would lose his mind at any moment.

It was then.

Whoosh!

Someone snatched Edwin Hector’s body.

It was Jackson.

As Edwin Hector struggled and tried to shake off Jackson’s grasp, Jackson shouted with a flushed face.

“Are you really planning to die here! Your Highness’s people sacrificed their lives to save you, Your Highness. Edwin Hector, you are worth it! So please, survive to the end. Even if it means being labeled as a coward and a loser, please survive so that the decisions of those who gave their lives for you are not in vain.”

His voice was mixed with tears.

Butler.

Kellan.

They were Jackson’s longtime friends.

One was on the verge of death, and the other was facing death right in front of him.

His blood was boiling.

He wanted to kill Roman, but he could clearly see what kind of ending he would face if he did.

‘Roman Dmitry is a demon.’

For the first time in his life, fear arose.

With the thought that they might all die like this, Jackson chose to flee with Edwin Hector.

“Everyone, retreat!”

“Abandon the castle!”

A voice echoed across the battlefield.

Roman chased after Jackson.

As he cut down the Hector soldiers who were attacking to buy time for their escape, he relentlessly pursued them.

Edwin Hector’s mind was spinning.

Jackson, crying and shouting at him, and Kellan collapsing.

He felt like he was going insane.

In the face of an overwhelming whirlwind of emotions he had never experienced before, his mental strength finally reached its limit.

And so.

Thud.

Edwin Hector’s mind was consumed by darkness.

Jackson, the leader of the Ranger unit, a 4-star swordsman, ran as fast as a rabbit chased by a wolf, carrying Edwin Hector without looking back.

“Kraah!”

“Cough!”

From right behind him, he could hear the sounds of his subordinates dying.

The Ranger unit had received Jackson’s orders, and they threw their lives away like straw to buy time. Yet, they could not stop Roman.

Even though they were clearly rushing in from all directions, desperately trying to grab Roman’s ankles, Roman had somehow caught up right behind Jackson, making his heart burn.

In the end, he knew that not everyone could survive.

Just as Jackson was about to entrust Edwin Hector to him, the deputy commander of the Ranger unit stopped his hand and said.

“Commander, you must survive.”

He was also a 3-star swordsman.

He did not wait for an answer.

He drew his sword and blocked the way, then shouted as he saw Roman approaching rapidly.

“Why? Why won’t you stop? Haven’t you taken enough from us?”

It was not worth answering.

As soon as Roman faced the deputy commander, he blew away one of his arms instead of answering.

Flash.

He couldn’t even react.

The deputy commander’s expression was filled with pain and shock, and Roman immediately split his chest open as well.

Splurt.

Thud.

He knelt down, as if he couldn’t believe it.

Roman spoke to the deputy commander, who was looking up at him.

“I clearly warned you. The moment I meet you again, I will kill you all. This war started when you crossed the border. So don’t cry as if you are the victims.”

Far away, Jackson’s figure was fading away.

It was too late to catch up.

The sacrifice of their lives like straw had been effective, and so Roman shouted as if for Jackson to hear.

“Remember this day. The day we meet again as enemies, I will once again become a demon and kill you all.”

Jackson and the others felt fear.

Just thinking about Roman’s appearance made their hearts pound.

They couldn’t bring themselves to look back, afraid that Roman would follow.

Even as he heard the sound of the deputy commander’s last breath, Jackson ran at full speed without turning his head once.

At that sight, Roman turned around.

‘It’s time to end the war.’

The remaining enemies would not be allowed even a glimmer of hope from now on.

The war was over.

The battle that had begun with the Hector Kingdom’s surprise invasion.

The war had been going badly for Cairo. They had even lost land in the south. But now, Hector’s army was running away, and the war was ending.

“We won.”

“Cairo’s victory!”

“Cairo! Cairo!”

The soldiers were ecstatic.

The shouts of joy were a privilege granted to the victors, and the rear base was filled with enthusiastic cheers.

Cairo’s soldiers immediately tore down the Hector flag that had been hanging on the castle walls.

They threw it to the ground and trampled on it, clearly showing the Hector soldiers who had been captured as prisoners what the reality before their eyes was.

Victory.

The important people from Cairo came into the castle.

At the sight of the tragic scene, they covered their noses with their sleeves.

“What is this.”

“It’s truly dreadful.”

The castle was a scene of horror. Dead bodies lay twisted on the stones, their faces frozen in pain. Blood soaked the ground, turning the stone dark red and sticky. The air was thick with the smell of death and iron.

The nobles, who were not very familiar with war, could not help but frown.

They wanted to leave the cleanup to others, but Cairo’s nobles had something they had to do.

‘Roman Dmitry. Where is he?’

Cairo’s hero.

They had to meet him, the one who had led this war to victory, and personally commend him for the great things he had done.

Count Fabius hurried his steps, and the other nobles also hurried.

As they climbed the stairs and went up to the castle walls, they witnessed a shocking sight.

“…!”

Roman Dmitry was there.

He was soaked in blood from the fierce battle he had fought, and countless corpses were scattered near him, so many that they could not be counted. They knew right away. Roman Dmitry had killed most of these soldiers.

They knew he was strong, but seeing the results made them shudder for a moment.

And suddenly, they thought, ‘The one who overturned a war that was heavily tilted towards defeat. Roman Dmitry’s value will soar sky-high from now on.’

They had guessed correctly.

Not long after, the shocking news that they had achieved a great victory, along with Roman’s achievements, struck the Cairo Kingdom.