The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 252

A fleeting moment.

A single chance.

Fernando gritted his teeth and used all his power.

Rumble!

A wave of raw aura erupted from him.

Fernando’s aura, which he had held back while learning from Roman Dmitri, suddenly exploded outwards, causing a huge blast.

Bewilderment flashed across Sven’s face.

The powerful aura, so strong it seemed to fill the entire space, made Sven realize that even his shadow body could not survive this.

However.

He couldn’t stop it.

Henderson, with eyes reddened, desperately clung to his sword.

“Let’s go… Cough, together!”

Thunk.

The sword dug deeper into Henderson’s body.

Henderson embraced the sword, raising his aura. Though he couldn’t hold on for long, he could create a momentary gap.

Henderson grinned, his face stained with blood.

A difference of just one second. As a price for Henderson’s sacrifice, Sven retrieved his sword a step slower than he had anticipated.

Squish.

Blood splattered.

The moment Henderson collapsed with unfocused eyes, Fernando’s aura explosively crashed into Sven as well.

Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A tremendous impact occurred.

Sven was swept away by the powerful aura storm, and his eyes widened as his body was torn to shreds.

It was an unexpected situation. He never imagined that he, a 6-star aura swordsman, would be reduced to this state in Roman Dmitri’s absence.

People said that 6-stars and above were realms beyond the heavens.

He couldn’t lose to such weak attacks.

“Kraaah!”

Rumble.

Sven’s body turned into dark smoke, trying to lessen the force of the attack. It was something possible because it was not a typical human body.

Sven, with a face like a demon, endured the onrushing aura from Fernando and took a step forward.

If this attack failed as well, Sven and Fernando both knew very well that the Dmitri swordsmen would have no chance of winning.

However, this was Dmitri, and Sven was alone.

“Explosion.”

Wham!

Whoosh.

Nox’s presence blazed up.

Having used Burning, he merged with the fire and used a 6-circle magic spell to bolster Fernando’s attack.

It was a very fatal blow. Sven’s body staggered.

The dark aura that had been erupting fiercely until just now seeped back into his body, and he showed a face of shock as if cracks were forming.

A gap was revealed, and here, there were many who were watching for an opportunity.

Thunk!

Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!

McBurney stabbed him in the abdomen first.

The Dmitri swordsmen rushed in from all directions, hacking Sven to pieces.

Some had their necks severed and chests cut open by Sven’s counterattacks, but they desperately seized the opportunity they had barely gained, without thinking about their own safety.

It was an attack that even the body of a shadow could not withstand.

As eerie sounds were heard in succession, Sven dropped the sword he was holding and knelt down.

At that moment.

Flash.

Sven’s head flew off.

Finally securing the victory, Fernando raised his aura once more and beheaded him.

It was over.

In that situation where the body, having lost its head, was collapsing, Fernando ran straight to Henderson without even examining the corpse.

The battle was won, but the cost was high. Dust settled, and Fernando looked around, his heart sinking as he saw the injured.

Kevin and Henderson’s condition was very miserable.

Kevin had been unconscious from the moment Fernando arrived, and blood was flowing from his torn wounds.

But Henderson’s condition was so bad that Kevin looked good in comparison.

Blood poured from wounds so deep that bone was visible. Henderson’s face was deathly pale, and his breath came in ragged gasps. He looked as if he would breathe his last at any second.

“Hold on. Hold on to the end. Don’t die here like this!” Fernando shouted, driven to desperation.

Tap.

He opened a potion.

It was a top-grade potion worth tens of gold each, but Fernando poured it generously onto the wounds without hesitation.

Certainly, the potion’s effect was remarkable.

The wounds healed quickly, causing a hemostatic effect, but Henderson trembled and continued to vomit blood, unlike his recovering body.

“Bring potions! More, bring more!” People moved busily.

They brought everything they had kept for emergencies and continued to pour them on, even knowing that the effects would not stack.

Splash!

Dmitri. The time here had not been long yet.

Fernando was just getting to know people, and he could not forget the actions Henderson had taken for him.

In Dmitri, Henderson was the most ordinary man. He approached with a friendly smile like a neighbor, and he gave Fernando a lot of consideration so that he could adapt to Dmitri.

He didn’t know how valuable Henderson was in Dmitri.

Among those who followed Roman Dmitri, Chris was the best at swordsmanship, Kevin at melee, McBurney at tactics, and so on, each had their own strengths, but when asked who was the best person, everyone unanimously mentioned Henderson.

Henderson was such a presence in Dmitri.

Henderson was like a small part in a big machine, Dmitri. When they fought Sven, this small part was important to make everything work together.

He couldn’t let him die like this. He hoped that Henderson would not die.

“…S, stop it.”

It was Henderson. He had regained consciousness.

Looking at Fernando with a pale face, he spoke while trying to hold back his ragged breath.

“Ah, the war is not over yet. So… do what you each have to do now.”

Beyond the outer walls, a war was taking place. Even while clinging to Henderson and despairing like this, Dmitri’s soldiers were dying outside to hold back the enemy.

Henderson trembled.

On the boundary of life and death, he, like Kevin, was not thinking about his own safety, but rather speaking about their purpose of existence.

Just as Kevin met Roman Dmitri in the slums, the sight of Roman Dmitri executing Blood Fang in the plaza came to Henderson like fate.

He accepted it. Even if he died, he would accept it with a smile.

“…I understand.”

Kevin and Henderson were foolish fellows.

If they had tried to take care of their own safety, they would have certainly had a way to survive.

Fernando rose from his seat.

He had finished the minimum first aid.

From now on, their lives were up to the heavens, and at least to not make their sacrifice in vain, they had to lead the war against the Chronos Empire to victory.

Fernando used to be mocked for being only the 30th-ranked gatekeeper. But that was over now. He had given his loyalty to Dmitry completely. From this day on, Fernando was Dmitry’s man. He would prove himself worthy.

Someone yelled, “Hold on!” But Fernando didn’t listen. He turned his head, his face like a demon’s. “From now on,” he growled, “I will hunt down every last piece of Chronos!” He ran towards the fortress walls, ready to fight.

Chronos thought their plan was perfect. They would attack the fortress walls by surprise, sneak shadows inside, and Sven, a powerful warrior, would assassinate Dmitry. They were sure they would win. They called it a trick to distract Dmitry, but the Mystic in charge believed Dmitry’s fortress would fall quickly. However, they were wrong. They thought they were winning until soldiers arrived from the northeast. In less than an hour, everything changed.

*Creak! Thud!* The fortress gates groaned open.

“Attack!” roared Dmitry’s commanders.

“Punish the Chronos Empire!”

Dmitry’s leaders decided they were strong enough to defeat Chronos even before help arrived. The battle exploded. Dmitry’s army rushed out, leaving the safety of the walls behind. They fought with incredible power, overwhelming Chronos’s soldiers.

It wasn’t just the fortress walls that made Dmitry strong. Each Dmitry soldier was incredibly powerful, able to fight many Chronos soldiers at once. Especially Fernando and Rodwell Dmitry! They were like unstoppable forces, charging fearlessly into the thickest fighting. *Wham! Rumble!* Everywhere they went, Chronos soldiers fell. In hand-to-hand combat, Chronos’s army was completely outmatched by Dmitry.

Mystic felt goosebumps crawl up his arms. Dmitry’s power was unbelievable! Chronos had sent a huge force, thinking they would easily win. But even that army was being destroyed. Felix had stopped them from taking the walls, and the shadows inside were wiped out in minutes. Even Sven… Mystic couldn’t sense Sven at all! “Is this really Dmitry’s power?” Mystic whispered in shock. And Roman Dmitry wasn’t even here! Chronos had always feared Roman Dmitry alone, thinking he was the only reason Dmitry was strong. But this battle proved Dmitry itself was a powerful nation.

*Crack! Rumble!* Fernando! He was coming straight for Mystic, moving like a whirlwind. Fernando, now Dmitry’s gatekeeper, sliced through Chronos soldiers like they were nothing. Mystic looked up and saw Felix on the fortress wall, magic ready. *This is the end,* Mystic realized. If he stayed any longer, he would die.

“Dmitry,” Mystic hissed, “this isn’t over!” *Whoosh!* He unleashed dark magic, and like a curtain closing, he vanished into the shadows. Mystic escaped. The fierce battle was over.

Mystic reappeared in the darkness, breathing heavily. He thought he was safe. But then – *Flash! Rumble!* A blinding light exploded, throwing him back. Mystic raised his dark magic to shield himself, but the force of the blast still made him gasp in pain. He looked up and saw her. A figure in pure white armor stood before him.

“I warned you,” she said, her voice cold and clear. “Don’t let me chase you.”

“…Damn it,” Mystic cursed, feeling fear grip him. A holy light glowed around her, like a halo. Her long blonde hair flowed from under her helmet. Mystic knew who she was. Chronos feared her. Most people didn’t even know she existed, hidden in the endless mountains. Legends whispered of a powerful being from a land beyond, a being who always interfered with Chronos’s plans. That was her. It wasn’t just lack of preparation that stopped Chronos from conquering the continent. It was her. She drew her sword, a blade of pure light. It burned with a sacred power, the opposite of Mystic’s dark magic.

“Today,” she declared, “I will capture you and learn the truth. Where is ‘he’?”

“Never!” Mystic roared. *Whoosh! Rumble!* His dark magic erupted. Their powers clashed, shaking the very ground. Far away, people only remembered Mystic fleeing the battle. They had no idea of the terrifying fight now happening in the darkness.

The war changed everything for Dmitry. Dmitry and Cairo immediately declared war on Chronos. The King of Cairo quickly contacted the Hector Kingdom.

“Chronos has attacked Dmitry by surprise!” he pleaded. “They attacked while Roman Dmitry was away, trying to hurt both him and Dmitry at once. Please, send Hector’s army! If anything happens to Roman Dmitry as he crosses the border, no one can stop Chronos’s plans for the continent!” Cairo knew they had to act fast. The attack on Roman Dmitry had already begun. If Chronos failed to take Dmitry, they might focus all their power on Roman Dmitry at the border. Cairo could not let that happen. Roman Dmitry was the heart of the Cairo-Dmitry alliance. They knew their kingdom’s survival depended on him.

Then, Hector replied. Their answer was surprising. “We have already sent our troops,” Hector’s king announced. “We also cannot allow Roman Dmitry to die.” Once, Hector and Dmitry had been enemies. But after Dmitry helped them, Hector saw Dmitry as a true ally. The Duke of Dmitry had even contacted Hector himself, promising support if Hector sent troops to help Roman Dmitry. And so, Roman Dmitry was able to return to Dmitry quickly, using Hector’s warp gate. A few days later, Dmitry rejoiced. The hero they had been waiting for had finally come home.