The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 333

The shaman’s blood was no ordinary blood.

Filled with a strong curse, it exploded from the orc shaman’s broken head, spraying out like tiny red jewels.

For a short moment, the curse made everything stick together.

Roman Dmitry was almost on top of him, but Kalot knew this was his chance to attack.

A fleeting moment.

Many thoughts rushed through his mind, all mixed up.

Reason told him to attack with all his strength, but his eyes showed he couldn’t do it.

“If I attack, I’ll die.”

It was instinct.

Kalot.

He had felt this way only once before.

The opponent had been Grakar.

Back then, Grakar was just a regular orc, and Kalot, a skilled orc warrior, had accepted the challenge with a sneer.

The result was terrible. Even though he swung his big sword angrily and fought hard, he couldn’t hit him.

He coughed up blood. When his arm broke and his face was trampled, Kalot felt true fear in his bones.

It was the same feeling as that day.

The moment he attacked Roman Dmitry, he felt like his head would be cut off by the very sword that had been killing orcs.

“…How can such a human exist?”

It was certain.

Roman Dmitry was a beast.

A fierce predator at the top of the food chain, and Kalot’s fear, as a fellow beast, was even stronger.

Just like he could easily kill many plant-eating animals.

Kalot felt that to Roman Dmitry, he was just another orc in the large crowd.

Time seemed to slow down.

As the shaman’s head burst and Roman Dmitry was covered in blood, he turned and ran.

“I can’t die like this!”

He ran.

Without looking back.

Knowing that if Roman Dmitry caught him, he would be killed, he ordered his men to fight to the end while he ran away.

His pride as a warrior was forgotten.

Just as he had knelt before Grakar and promised loyalty, Roman Dmitry was beyond anything he understood.

The problem was…

There was no escape.

Roman Dmitry was guarding the city gates, and Dmitry’s soldiers had come in through the ice caves, blocking any way to retreat.

Escape was impossible.

With all routes blocked, Kalot looked around frantically.

Suddenly…

An idea came to him.

It was very risky, but thinking about what humans usually do, it was the only chance he had.

“…Heh, I will survive, no matter what.”

Kalot ran quickly.

He ran towards one of the buildings used as a livestock pen.

It went as planned.

The team that came in from the back secured the ice caves, defeated the orcs guarding them, and freed the prisoners in the livestock pens.

There were no big problems.

Dmitry’s soldiers dealt with the enemies quickly, and most of the orcs had been drawn to the city gates by Roman Dmitry.

“Squad 1, keep finding prisoners. Squad 2, with me, we’ll gather the prisoners and go to the city gates.”

“Understood.”

McBurney was in charge.

His skills had been noticed, and the soldiers moved carefully at McBurney’s command.

The situation changed.

The former prisoners rushed into the streets, grabbing any weapon they could find and shouting.

“Attack!”

“Let’s kill all those orc bastards!”

The orcs were surprised.

Already struggling with Roman Dmitry, they were now being attacked from behind by angry humans.

Because the orc shaman died, the orcs were now fighting wildly and without fear.

The orcs quickly tried to stop the humans’ attacks, but the humans’ anger exploded, unlike their first fight.

“Die!”

A man swung a hammer, hitting an orc’s head.

The orc stumbled from the surprise attack, but with angry eyes, he swung his sword at the man.

Then…

“Die, just die!”

“You killed my friends!”

Others joined in, stabbing the orc’s body with their blades.

Even as the orc coughed up blood and fell to the ground, their eyes, full of anger, showed no sign of calming down.

There was no difference between men and women.

Although people were being killed, their arms and legs cut off, and blood splattering from the orcs’ attacks, they charged forward without stopping, like they were berserkers themselves.

They had only been prisoners for a short time. But…

Seeing people who had been alive just moments ago being killed filled the people with great anger.

Normal wars end when the enemy dies.

However, the orcs did more than just win; they turned living beings into food, and the people promised to take revenge if they had the chance.

Roman Dmitry had made that possible.

Faced with the angry people, the orcs, even though they had more soldiers, were overwhelmed.

Moreover…

The three men, including Roman Dmitry, were still a big threat.

In the back, strong people like Ares were causing chaos, along with Luna’s people, and the orcs, who had been confident, were trapped.

Only then did they realize that their commander, Kalot, was gone.

Some had seen him running away, and the orcs knew that the battle was lost.

But they couldn’t give up.

From the moment they had turned humans into food, the end of this war had to be the destruction of one side or the other.

Flash!

Splat.

Caden beheaded an orc.

His blood was boiling.

He had thought they had lost this war.

Even when he heard from Sebastian that Luna’s fortress had fallen, he thought it was impossible to get it back.

Not anymore. Roman Dmitry had changed everything.

With only 30 men, he was leading this impossible war to Luna’s victory.

He had doubted him.

He couldn’t believe it.

It was impossible in Arcadia, but Roman Dmitry was a man who did miracles all the time.

Splat.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Caden, his face covered in blood, showed his strong emotions.

“Follow Dmitry!”

He raised his sword.

He cut down an orc, then raised his sword again, shouting as if it was his last day.

“Follow Dmitry!”

At that moment…

Caden’s emotion spread.

Even those who were lying on the ground in pain.

Even those who were fighting the orcs.

They gritted their teeth and followed Caden’s lead.

“Follow Dmitry!”

“Follow Dmitry!”

From now on…

They would find peace themselves.

Chris and Kevin knew it. This was a battle where they could not give up.

The Orcs fought until the very end. The battle only stopped after every single one of them was killed.

“Hoo, hoo.”

“Hoo.”

Chris and Kevin were gasping for air as they stood among the dead bodies.

Their lungs were burning.

They had followed Roman Dmitry in many battles. But they had rarely seen so many enemies at once.

One mistake, and they could have died.

But they were also happy to have survived and won the battle.

Roman Dmitry usually went on dangerous missions alone.

He thought others would only slow him down. But this time, he had brought Chris and Kevin with him.

They were happy about this.

It meant he trusted them.

To some, going into a death trap might be scary. But for these two men, it was a good chance to prove themselves.

Looking around, they saw no Orcs left alive.

They had killed almost ten thousand Orcs. The fortress of Luna was covered in blood and dead bodies.

The happiness from winning didn’t last long.

McBurney came to Roman Dmitry.

“My lord, we have a problem.”

“What is it?”

“An Orc named Kalot, who led the Orcs, has taken over one of the buildings where the prisoners are held. He is holding them hostage. If we don’t do anything, the prisoners might all die.”

Roman Dmitry remembered the Orc who had run away after he killed the Orc Shaman.

Roman Dmitry shook the blood off his sword.

“Take me to that building.”

They got to the building.

Kalot was shouting in front of the door where the prisoners were held, just like McBurney had said.

“Screech, Roman Dmitry! Here’s what I want! If you promise I can live, I will set off this magic bomb and kill all the prisoners! Screech, I’ll give you ten minutes to decide. Find a way to get me out of here safely in that time!”

When he saw Roman Dmitry, Kalot’s face was twisted with anger.

He held up a small box with a button on it – the switch for the magic bomb he had brought. His eyes were wild, and it was clear he was ready to push the button right then.

Kalot knew humans well.

They were weak and couldn’t make tough choices when their own people, like prisoners, were in danger.

Kalot used this weakness.

Humans couldn’t easily leave prisoners behind because of their beliefs. Roman Dmitry would be the same.

He was human too.

Even if he came from beyond the endless mountains, Kalot thought he would still act like a human.

“Are you trying to make a deal with me now?” Roman Dmitry asked.

“Screech, yes! I want a deal!” Kalot replied.

“Interesting.” Roman Dmitry smiled.

Kalot did not know the truth.

He had survived not because of his instincts.

“Do you know why I didn’t kill you?” Roman Dmitry asked.

“Screech, what nonsense are you talking about!” Kalot shouted.

The Shaman’s curse had no power over Roman Dmitry.

Magic was new to Chunma Baek Joong-hyuk, but he had seen similar things before.

Evil sorcerers had tried to kill Baek Joong-hyuk.

They cursed and insulted him, but Baek Joong-hyuk simply cut off their heads and became the best.

So, magic didn’t work on him.

Roman Dmitry didn’t chase Kalot because he didn’t need to.

“It’s because you are not worth it. You are a weak leader who leaves his men and runs away before the battle is over. You don’t matter in this war. So, I didn’t bother chasing you when you ran away in fear.”

Kalot was wrong.

Roman Dmitry had come closer to him not to deal with him, but because he knew the Orc Shaman had used Berserker magic.

If he had wanted to kill Kalot, Kalot would have been dead before the Orc Shaman’s head fell off.

“You are just not important. No matter how hard you try, you can’t change anything.”

“Screech, you bastard!” Kalot’s face turned red.

He couldn’t accept being ignored like that, even if it meant dying.

He lost his temper.

Kalot stuck out his chest and showed the switch to make a point.

“Screech, your nonsense will kill peop— Ack?!”

In a flash, blood splattered.

The finger on the switch flew off. When Kalot tried to grab the switch, his wrist was cut off too.

The switch fell to the floor.

Kalot knew it was his only weapon. He reached out with his other hand to try to get it.

But this time, he failed.

His other hand was also cut off. Kalot looked up at Roman Dmitry with a face of despair.

He couldn’t believe it.

He thought Roman Dmitry was too far away to attack. He was wrong.

“I told you, you can’t do anything,” Roman Dmitry said.

Silence.

The people of Luna and Dmitry’s soldiers watched silently.

They saw Kalot struggling with both arms gone. Roman Dmitry walked over and grabbed him by the neck.

“Screech, let, let go!” Kalot shouted.

He struggled and thrashed as he was dragged away.

“Kalot, you have something you must do now,” Roman Dmitry said.

A path opened.

They went outside. People who had finished fighting and were resting saw Kalot and glared at him.

Everyone remembered Kalot.

They remembered him laughing as he cut people with his knife.

“From now on, I will give you as a gift to the people of the Kingdom of Luna who have lost their families,” Roman Dmitry said.

Kalot stopped thrashing and looked at Roman Dmitry with fear.

It was clear that Roman Dmitry was very different from the humans he knew.

The soldiers took Kalot away, and the prisoners were freed. The people of Luna felt a sense of relief and hope.