The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 190

100m, 90m, 80m…….

Roman Dmitry was closing the distance.

Count Fabio felt every nerve in his body scream at him to run, but he stood his ground. He was a proud member of the Empire. He refused to show Roman Dmitry he was afraid, and deep down, he believed he would survive.

Rumble!

“Stop!”

The commander of the Chronos Knights, Gustavo, charged forward. As the commander of the 10th Knights, he knew he had to step in, given the situation.

The aura around Gustavo’s sword blazed like a miniature sun, almost blinding to look at. Heat shimmered in the air around it. This energy showed he was much stronger than the other Chronos knights Roman Dmitry had fought.

He was fast.

Reaching him in an instant, he spotted the moment Roman Dmitry was about to cut down an enemy and attacked immediately.

Clang!

Rumble!

A single strike.

Waves of raw power exploded outwards, throwing dust and debris into the air. The ground trembled with each impact.

Gustavo launched a relentless series of attacks, and the two became a blur as they continued to clash.

Few could withstand Roman Dmitry’s attacks to this extent.

If Roman didn’t know who Gustavo was, he might have been impressed. But he knew Gustavo was famous for his strength, and this fight proved it.

Ranked 78th in the continent.

Ranked 35th in Chronos.

He was a recognized powerhouse.

Although ranked higher than Count Nicholas, he was not even among the top ten in his own country.

Gustavo was an example of just how powerful the Chronos Empire was.

The 5-star aura emanating from his sword caused a powerful explosion.

While other swordsmen couldn’t even properly receive Roman’s strike, he pushed Roman Dmitry back, trying to end the fight on his own terms.

However.

Clang!

Clang, clang, clang.

Roman blocked all of his opponent’s attacks.

At the same time, when the Chronos knights saw an opening and attacked, he pushed Gustavo away and cut them down in a single stroke.

Thwack!

“Kraaah.”

The previous scene was like that.

An imperial knight, seeking an opportunity amidst the aura’s fluctuations, charged in, and Roman Dmitry deflected the attack while slicing through the opponent’s chest.

He couldn’t rest assured just because he had killed one.

Other knights immediately rushed in, and even while blocking Gustavo’s attacks, he made sure to end their lives one by one.

Roman was in the middle of the enemy lines.

Although the best swordsman, Gustavo, had stepped forward, the Chronos Empire was not one to argue about fair play and ease up on their attacks.

They rushed in from all directions.

The attacks of the powerful predators seemed as if they would swallow Roman Dmitry whole, but in the fierce battle, it was ultimately the Empire’s swordsmen who fell.

One by one.

The bodies piled up.

Even though the situation should have been clearly disadvantageous, Roman Dmitry’s presence overwhelmed the enemies as time went on.

It didn’t make sense.

Gustavo had stepped forward.

Even though they were ganging up with a 5-star swordsman, not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry, the opponent showed no signs of faltering.

At first, he didn’t take it seriously.

Gustavo focused solely on the single-minded determination to win, but from some point on, he felt that the opponent was completely ignoring him.

‘This bastard.’

One against many.

Gustavo had become one of the many.

Even though Gustavo was a powerful 5-star swordsman, in this fight against Roman, he was just one more enemy in the crowd.

As anger surged in that situation, Gustavo had no choice but to accept a single truth.

‘Roman Dmitry is more dangerous than I thought. If we just let this guy live, the course of this war might be completely reversed. Even if it costs me my life. We must eliminate this dangerous element that will remain an enemy of the Empire.’

His eyes turned vicious.

A deadly strike.

He changed his mind.

Click.

Limit release.

From within Gustavo, mana began to explode like an active volcano.

* * *

Wham!

Boom! Boom!

The nature of the attacks changed.

An aura that burned as if it would melt the eyes emitted intense heat, driving Roman Dmitry back.

The power had increased twofold from before.

Roman also raised his mana to match his opponent, meeting Gustavo’s attack head-on.

Wham!

Rumble!

A wave of mana erupted.

It was a realm that ordinary swordsmen couldn’t dare approach, and Roman Dmitry and Gustavo exchanged attacks like madmen, as if they would devour each other.

Each time, the ground shook.

The soldiers of the Chronos Empire couldn’t withstand the aftermath of the power and collapsed to the ground, as the clash between the two surpassed the limits of humanity.

A series of events.

Roman Dmitry felt something was off.

He sensed that Gustavo’s sudden change did not stem from his skill alone.

‘The opponent is now using innate energy.’

Innate energy. This was a special power people were born with, not something they learned.

It was not the kind of power that could be artificially accumulated, but rather formed naturally as humans lived their lives.

Innate energy was an extremely limited power and was directly connected to life itself.

Which meant. Gustavo was now expressing his desire to kill Roman Dmitry, even at the cost of consuming his own life.

Over the past few years.

Roman Dmitry had studied the continent.

As far as the world knew, there was no way to use innate energy. Whether it was Gustavo’s secret technique or the Chronos Empire’s secret technique.

It was their own.

Gustavo showed a desire to defeat Roman Dmitry with unexpected power, but in fact, it was a power he had already experienced.

Previous life.

There were various beings in the Murim.

Among them, those who used innate energy attacked like mayflies, sacrificing their lives when their lives were on the line.

They also knew.

They knew using innate energy meant a bad end was coming as soon as they started.

If they could end the battle before all of their innate energy was exhausted, they could save their lives, but even so, the power of innate energy was such that they would have to live as cripples for the rest of their lives.

The forbidden realm.

Even the most skilled fighters avoided innate energy.

But here, on the Salamander Continent, he had discovered a being who was touching the realm of innate energy, which even the Murim people avoided.

Rumble!

Mana seethed.

Gustavo went berserk with uncontrollable power, but that didn’t change the outcome.

Just that much.

There was no upset.

Roman Dmitry had given his subordinates a year to grow. Thinking about it, a year ago.

Roman Dmitry had already entered a new realm in the process of organizing the ranks in the northeastern region.

He already had the power to defeat Butler and Count Nicholas, but he still had enough time to solidify his foundation.

If so.

Was it only his subordinates who had become stronger?

No.

Roman Dmitry had become even stronger.

Just as he had reached a realm that others could not imagine in just one year, the past year had been applied differently to Roman.

A battle of strength against strength.

They collided head-on.

Despite the opponent’s power surge, Roman hadn’t been pushed back even a single step.

“N-No way,”

Gustavo was in shock.

Even with the power of innate energy…

He wouldn’t become a cripple or die.

He had used a secret weapon unknown to the world, yet he couldn’t accept the situation where he still couldn’t overwhelm his enemy.

Gustavo used a strange, powerful method. He had pushed himself beyond his normal limits.

But if he couldn’t defeat his opponent even then, it meant that Roman Dmitry was never his match to begin with.

Now.

Time was running out.

With his innate energy rapidly disappearing, Gustavo made a decision.

Desperation filled Gustavo’s eyes. He knew this was his last chance, his last burst of power.

“With a final roar, Gustavo shouted, ‘This is it! You can’t stop this!'”

Rumble!

A final strike.

He drew up his mana.

A red aura like roaring flames surrounded Gustavo, making the air hot and crackling. Seeing him engulfed in this, Roman Dmitry also prepared a strike.

Mid-sequence stance.

That much wasn’t necessary.

Roman felt the familiar power of the Demonic Heavenly Sword flow through him. He knew he didn’t need to use his full strength yet.

‘Demonic Heavenly Sword, the first three stances.’

Rumble!

A clash of power against power.

The moment Gustavo’s attack landed, a storm of energy exploded outwards, shaking the ground and making everyone nearby stumble. The air vibrated with raw power.

Wham!

Wham wham wham!

The battlefield was a mess of mud and broken weapons. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and blood. A thick cloud of dust rose.

When the energy that had swept the world subsided, people witnessed an unbelievable reality.

“…Sir Gustavo has been defeated.”

Gustavo was gone. Only pieces of him were left on the ground.

Gustavo was defeated. He lay on the ground, broken and still. His face was hidden by blood and dirt, no longer recognizable. Roman Dmitry looked down at the corpse with the same expression as before.

He had been as strong as Count Nicholas.

There was a time when he thought the way people in this world used power was wrong, but now he admitted that the method of expressing power to its extreme had developed differently from the Murim.

However.

That didn’t mean they were stronger than him.

The more he accepted the knowledge of the new world.

The more he recovered his martial prowess from his past life.

Roman Dmitry, as he had done in the Murim, entered a realm that others could not dare to approach.

The dust settled. Roman stood still for a moment, looking at what was left of his opponent. Then, he shifted his gaze.

Count Fabio.

He was staring at him with a pale face.

Sitting on the ground, he couldn’t even dare to run away.

Step by step.

Roman walked towards him.

There was no one to block his path.

Even the knights that the Chronos Empire boasted of were too frightened to do anything but watch, and Count Fabio snapped to his senses. His face was white, and sweat ran down his forehead. He knew he was in danger.

“I surrender! I surrender!”

He abandoned his pride.

He raised the white flag for survival, but Roman Dmitry’s expression remained unchanged.

‘He intends to kill me.’

He knew it instinctively.

Even if he surrendered, the opponent would not spare him.

Count Fabio changed his expression.

If the opponent did not allow compromise, then breaking his momentum was the only way for him to survive.

“Roman Dmitry! I am a noble of the Empire! Even if it is during wartime, Chronos will never forgive anyone who touches the nobles of the Empire. Do you think you can handle the aftermath? Never! You will live a life trembling in fear of the Empire’s assassinations every night. Your blood will dry up, and you will lose your mind from not being able to sleep. So choose. Let me live, and just take my honor! That’s all I ask!”

He shouted at the top of his lungs.

With wide eyes, he stared straight at his opponent.

Thud.

Roman stopped walking.

“I know. The price of my choice.”

Baek Jung-hyuk.

The man who had been at the pinnacle of the Murim.

Assassination attempts were commonplace, and he accepted struggle as his destiny.

Roman’s voice was cold and flat. ‘So, die.’

Stab.

He thrust his sword in.

Slowly, very painfully.

As the Empire’s soldiers watched, Roman Dmitry pushed Count Fabio into the abyss of death.

Boom!

Rumble!

An enormous explosion.

The clash between Gustavo and Roman Dmitry had even affected the rear.

“…What is this?!”

Count Vandenberg.

He slashed down the rushing Imperial soldiers, then turned his head at the sudden explosion.

The mana’s 波動was unusual.

While ordinary soldiers were simply surprised by the explosion, Count Vandenberg felt the energy of mana mixed in the wind.

‘There’s no time.’

If.

Something had happened to Roman Dmitry.

The forces that had attacked the middle would face a desperate crisis.

Cairo had chosen a two-pronged attack to cut off the enemies’ retreat and deal with them from the rear, but it was taking longer than expected.

With Chris’s help, they had gained the upper hand.

But after experiencing the aftermath of the explosion, the ominous energy he had barely suppressed began to creep up.

“Do not worry. What the commander feared will not happen.”

It was Chris.

Was he reading his mind?

Count Vandenberg was speechless at the sight of him reassuring his anxiety and immediately joining the battle.

‘How can he be so sure?’

This operation.

Was very dangerous.

Roman Dmitry had taken on the most dangerous role, and considering the power of the Chronos Empire, it wouldn’t be strange if something happened to him.

But Chris and the other Dmitry’s soldiers showed no signs of anxiety.

They only glanced at the enormous explosion for a moment, then immediately resumed the battle.

Blind faith.

He was impressed.

He thought that the driving force behind Dmitry’s recent resurgence was the strong bond centered around Roman Dmitry.

Dmitry was.

A solid iron fortress.

Once the war was over.

It was a foregone conclusion that Dmitry would rise to become Cairo’s premier family.

It was then.

Bang.

Bang bang!

Far away.

Signal flares went off.

Red meant the start of the attack, yellow meant retreat, and green meant…

‘It means the enemy’s commander has been killed.’

His eyes widened.

The signal flare clearly showed a green color.

It was a shocking achievement that he hadn’t dared to imagine, making Count Vandenberg’s worries pale in comparison.