The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 350

The red and gold flag of Valhalla snapped in the strong wind. From beneath it, Marquis Killian, the commander of the northern front, watched the land beyond the castle walls. His eyes were sharp and focused.

“What do we know about the enemy?”

“Just as we expected. Dimitri and Hector’s armies together are about 100,000 soldiers. Roman Dimitri is leading them. But we must be careful of Felix from the Phoenix Magic Tower. He was very important in their war against the Chronos Empire, and now he fights with them.”

Felix.

He was dangerous. Everyone knew it. The Phoenix Magic Tower was famous for its powerful fire magic, which could destroy castle walls. This worried many defenders in sieges.

But Marquis Killian felt calm.

He knew Felix was a threat, but Valhalla was ready. They had built strong magical defenses.

He glanced at a man in a simple, dark robe standing behind his assistant.

“Henir,” Killian said, “Are we ready for their magic?”

“Yes, Marquis. You don’t need to worry. The Mountain Magic Tower has checked the castle defenses carefully. We can stop their attacks, even if they use fire and magic.”

Mountain was a famous magic tower in Valhalla.

They were known for their strong defenses.

Mountain magicians used earth magic mostly. The Emperor himself sent them to protect this border.

People trusted Mountain completely.

Over one hundred magicians, including Henir, the leader of the Mountain Magic Tower, stood ready at their defense posts. Marquis Killian felt much calmer about the magic attacks now.

Marquis Belphegor had said they needed to hold out for about ten days.

Belphegor promised to defeat the Hernard rebels in a week and send more soldiers within ten days.

Ten days.

For a border commander like Killian, ten days was not long. He had faced longer sieges before. If he couldn’t hold out for ten days, he wouldn’t be leading this front line.

Marquis Killian spoke to his officers.

“Roman Dimitri is hard to guess. He might just be trying to scare us by showing his army. But we must be ready to fight. We have ten days, yes. But we should prepare for a month, at least. Things always change in war. Even if our main army takes longer to defeat Hernard, we must not give up.”

“Understood,” they replied.

Their faces were serious and ready.

The world was different now.

Years ago, Valhalla would have laughed at the idea of Dimitri and Hector joining forces. But after Roman Dimitri’s rise, they had to be worried. They looked at his army with real fear.

Dimitri had changed everything.

What Roman Dimitri had done to Valhalla meant they could never be careless again.

Just then, something happened.

The enemy army stopped far away.

Something moved forward from their lines. It looked familiar and dangerous.

*Creak.*

“A flare!” someone shouted.

“And magicians are with them,” another voice added.

Killian nodded. He had expected this.

Roman Dimitri would attack with flares and magic first.

It was clear he wanted to weaken the castle walls from far away, then send his soldiers in for close fighting.

Marquis Killian nodded to Henir.

Henir told the magicians to stay ready. A hundred magicians lined the castle walls, their hands glowing with magic. They waited for the attack.

Then, it began.

*Thung.*

*Tu-tu-tu-thung.*

*Whoosh, whirrrrr.*

The flare launched, spitting fire and smoke.

Flares were famous for breaking down castle walls.

As the fiery projectiles flew towards them, the Mountain magicians began to focus their magic.

“Stone Shield!”

“Stone Shield!”

*Hwa-aah.*

In front of the wall, huge shields of rock appeared in the air.

The plan was simple: block the flares with the rock shields, and let the castle’s magic walls handle any leftover damage.

It was exactly what they should do.

But then, something strange happened.

The Stone Shields twisted and cracked. Then, with a soft *fizz*, they vanished.

Henir frowned, staring at the enemy lines.

“Dispel magic?” he whispered.

Yes. It was Dispel.

And it was meant to be an insult.

* * *

Dispel.

It sounded simple, but it was actually very tricky magic.

Dispel magic could cancel out another person’s magic. How hard it was depended on who was stronger magically.

If the enemy magician was weak, Dispel was easy. But if they were stronger, Dispel became incredibly hard, maybe the hardest magic of all.

Dimitri’s attack.

It seemed simple enough. Just Dispel magic.

But it was what Dispel meant in a siege that mattered.

“They think they can beat Mountain at Dispel?” Henir said angrily.

He looked at his magicians on the wall.

Mountain Magic Tower was here!

Using Dispel to break their defenses was like saying their magic was weak. It was a challenge to their magical skill.

Henir’s pride was hurt.

He believed Mountain’s magic was the best. To be treated like this made him furious.

Besides, Mountain had more magicians.

Phoenix Tower probably had about fifty magicians. But Mountain had brought a hundred to defend the castle.

*Wham!*

*Whirrrrr.*

The flares exploded in fire.

The Dispel magic only broke the magicians’ shields. The castle’s own magic wall was still strong.

A blue shield shimmered, stopping the flames.

Valhalla had spent a lot of time and magic building that wall. It could hold against attacks for a long time.

But Henir’s pride was too strong.

He shouted, his voice loud, “Get ready to Dispel! When they use Dispel, we will Dispel back! Show them the power of Mountain!”

It was a direct challenge.

If they just kept using Dispel against each other, nothing much would happen.

It was like a pointless game that wouldn’t hurt anyone. But if Mountain won this Dispel fight, they could control the magic battle.

Usually, magicians fought with stronger spells, not just Dispel. But Henir was too angry to think clearly. He had to answer their insult.

*Thung.*

*Tu-tu-tu-thung.*

More flares shot into the sky.

The Mountain magicians quickly created their shields again.

They also focused their magic to fight back against the enemy’s Dispel.

“Stone Shield!”

“Stone Shield!”

*Hwa-aah.*

The rock shields appeared.

Just as before, Dispel magic hit them instantly.

The Mountain magicians tried to block the Dispel calmly.

As the Dispel magic tried to eat away at their shields, they pushed back, attacking the Dispel magic itself.

No, they were wrong. They thought they could win easily.

They were sure Mountain was better, with more magicians and stronger magic. But this Dispel fight was not going as planned.

“T-too fast!” one magician stammered.

“We can’t stop their Dispel!” cried another.

*Pasa-sasak-*

The Stone Shields flickered and disappeared again.

This was confusing and worrying.

Dispel battles were about magical skill and quick thinking. But the enemy’s Dispel was much, much faster than theirs.

Maybe, if they hadn’t tried to fight Dispel directly, they could have used their extra numbers to defend better.

But they had taken the challenge. And now, something shocking was happening.

It was the speed.

Even when two Mountain magicians worked together against one Dispel spell, they were barely keeping up. They couldn’t fully stop the Dispel from breaking through.

While they struggled…

*Wham!*

*Rumble!*

More flares crashed into the castle’s magic wall.

Marquis Killian watched everything, his face turning red with anger. He roared,

“Henir! What are you doing?!”

“I… I’m sorry, Marquis,” Henir stammered.

He clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding together.

*How could this be happening?*

It was surprising that only fifty people could defeat one hundred mages.

Fighting back with Dispel magic would only make things worse for Valhalla.

But the trouble didn’t end there.

Dimitri started to win with his Dispel magic. Then, he used Dispel to weaken the magic protecting the fortress walls.

And then…

Flame Cannon!

Boom!

Whoosh, crackle crackle!

Felix’s magic exploded.

As the magical defenses crumbled, the mages on top of the fortress walls screamed.

Henir spotted a figure.

Right next to Felix.

Edwin Hector, his red hair fluttering in the wind.

Over the past few months, Edwin Hector had been learning the Sangdan battle.

He trained at the Phoenix Magic Tower, exploring new ways to fight with magic.

It was fun.

He spent every night living the life of a mage.

Then one day, Felix said,

“Prince Edwin Hector, you only need one thing to be a great mage: time. You are already talented, but in 5 or 10 years, you will become one of the best mages on the Salamander Continent.”

This was based on Felix’s experience.

Spending time with Edwin Hector, Felix saw how talented he was.

At the same time, he thought that learning about Sangdan battles from Roman Dimitri could help Edwin improve even faster.

Whoosh-

“Dispel.”

On the battlefield, Edwin Hector used his magic.

Edwin had trained with Dimitri. In their army, Edwin was a mage, not a leader.

Felix attacked with powerful magic.

Edwin Hector used Dispel to stop the Valhalla mages from using their magic.

His mind opened.

His mental power quickly broke down Valhalla’s magic.

“The enemies are using Dispel against us. Now is our chance. Calmly stop their magic and focus on preventing the mages from casting spells.”

“Dispel!”

“Dispel!”

The Phoenix mages obeyed Edwin Hector’s command.

Roman Dimitri invested in magic because it would be important in future wars.

Past wars were fought with close combat or guerrilla warfare.

As Dimitri became more powerful, even Valhalla became defensive. To defeat them, they needed a strong weapon.

That weapon was magic.

After research, Dimitri created a weapon to break down fortress walls.

The Sangdan battles made the mages much stronger.

The new way of fighting with magic allowed mages to use a lot of magical power. Their trained minds could quickly figure out how to use this power in battle.

Because of this, the Mountain mages struggled even though they had more people.

The Sangdan battle helped them surpass human limits, which Henir didn’t expect.

Edwin Hector was very powerful.

His mind raced.

He quickly broke down the defensive magic. It took three or four Mountain mages to block Edwin Hector alone.

Even so, he broke through their magic defenses.

Hector is not a good place to learn magic.

Even in that place, he became a great mage. Even the Sky Magic Tower Master wanted Edwin Hector because he was so talented.

When he used Dispel,

“Flame Cannon.”

“Fire Cannon.”

“Fire Cannon.”

Whoosh.

Whoosh, crackle crackle.

Boom!

Felix and the other mages attacked with their magic.

Edwin Hector used Dispel.

Felix attacked with magic.

They worked together.

The Mountain mages looked scared from the attacks. Smoke rose from the fortress walls’ magic defense line.

“Damn it! Repair the magic defense line now! Hurry!” Henir shouted.

He was panicking.

He thought he could easily stop them, but in less than an hour, things went wrong.

Many Mountain mages worked hard.

They repaired the magic defense line and used their strength to defend, but Edwin Hector was at the front, slowly breaking through.

Eventually,

Boom!

Rumble!

As Felix said, in just one hour, the fortress walls of Valhalla had fallen.

“All troops, advance!”

“Advance!”

The army charged forward.

Now, it was Roman Dimitri’s turn.

At that time, Count Gomes started walking.

He was worried when he heard that the northern front was under attack.

‘Roman Dimitri is moving faster than I thought. With 100,000 troops and Mountain mages, they should be able to defend for at least two weeks. The duel between Ares and Cesar is important. If Ares wins, things will become difficult.’

He decided to wait on the northern front issue.

He trusted Marquis Killian and the Mountain mages.

He didn’t think Valhalla would fall so easily.

Suddenly, he stopped walking.

Valhalla Temple.

Ares was there.

Since challenging Cesar, he had been waiting for Cesar to arrive, with everyone watching.

Murmur, murmur.

“Who will win?”

“Cesar, for sure.”

“Maybe Ares. He easily defeated Alvarez.”

There were more people than before.

At first, Hao Mun brought most of them, but as they waited for Cesar, rumors spread and many people came.

There were so many people that it was hard to move. Count Gomes pushed through the crowd and sat in his seat.

‘This duel must be won.’

Even if Cesar lost, it didn’t mean the Valhalla Imperial Family was defeated.

However, there was a problem.

Ares couldn’t beat Alvarez when he was in Valhalla, but what if he joined Dimitri and became the best in Valhalla in less than a year?

Roman Dimitri would get all the credit.

People wouldn’t just say that Ares won because he was strong, but that Roman Dimitri made Ares stronger.

That was true.

Roman Dimitri, who led the swordsmanship revolution, had surpassed Alexandr, the creator of Aura.

Finally,

“It’s Cesar!”

“Open the way!”

“Finally!”

People moved to the sides.

Through the gap, a man walked.

Valhalla’s Greatest Swordsman, ranked 1st in Valhalla, appeared to accept Ares’ challenge.