The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 357

The Valhalla Emperor burst out laughing.

“Hahaha, amazing! Truly amazing!”

News of Count Santino.

It had happened only a few hours ago.

Yet, seeing Santino reduced to rubble so quickly, the Valhalla Emperor was genuinely impressed.

“Roman Dmitry, you are the first I’ve met like you. Many have been hostile to Valhalla, but none have shown it like this. I admit, you might be better suited to Valhalla than my foolish brothers who died accomplishing nothing.”

He couldn’t hide his laughter.

His relaxed eyes suddenly became bright, as if he had spotted interesting prey.

[He seems to find this situation amusing.]

“Amusing, very amusing. You must have thought, ‘If I quickly deal with Ruenos, Portbell, and Santino, Valhalla will have to pull its forces from Javier, which is threatened by the warp gate.’ Actually, your plan is completely crazy. I never thought you could defeat Santino before Hernard fell, yet you’ve done the impossible.”

Beyond the screen, Roman Dmitry sat on a corpse, using it as a chair, and looked at the Valhalla Emperor.

The Valhalla Emperor felt his anger grow as he looked at Roman’s arrogant face on the screen. Roman’s silence seemed to say, ‘Keep talking. I’m listening.’

“But you are very wrong about one thing: the idea that Valhalla can’t abandon the warp gate. Or, that we will stick to a head-on fight in this insane game where we are rushing towards each other. Roman Dmitry, I really respect you. Unlike those stuffy warriors, you know how to win a war like a predator. So, I have no choice but to give my all to defeat you.”

He moved his face closer to the screen.

A wild madness seemed ready to burst from his eyes.

“The warp gate in Javier is already destroyed. Even if you take Javier, you can’t threaten us with it. So, what do you plan to do now? Now that we’ve accepted a huge loss and abandoned the warp gate, what can Dmitry possibly do before Hernard falls? Please, don’t even think about trying to change things by talking about public opinion in Valhalla. Because everyone who talked such nonsense has already been killed.”

He grinned.

It was amusing.

The Valhalla Emperor hadn’t studied tactics much.

However, being born into the imperial family, he knew how to use the Valhalla Empire’s power.

Valhalla had always been strong.

To win, they just had to choose options that the weaker opponent wouldn’t want, instead of relying on clever plans.

Dmitry.

What they wanted was clear.

A counterattack from the rebels.

To create a situation they could control, Dmitry boldly pushed his forces in, drawing the Valhalla Imperial Family’s attention.

To stop them from focusing on Hernard.

It would have been normal for Valhalla to follow Dmitry’s plan to reduce damage, but the Valhalla Emperor focused on the main problem.

Whether Dmitry rampaged or not.

He attacked Hernard.

He killed everyone who talked about public opinion and destroyed the warp gate to stop them from reaching the Valhalla Imperial Family.

If so.

Even though there would be damage, Dmitry’s options were completely blocked.

In a chicken game where they rushed towards each other, the Valhalla Emperor rammed straight into his opponent.

“Roman Dmitry, on the day Dmitry falls, I will visit and see your face for myself. The face of Dmitry’s demon, stained with regret for his past choices, defeat, and despair. I am really looking forward to that day.”

It was a one-sided conversation.

The communication was cut off.

The Valhalla Emperor didn’t want a reply, as if he would consider Roman Dmitry’s answer a victory.

Two days later, the allied forces reached Javier.

Valhalla’s warp point was nearby, and the fortress gate, which would have been closed just days ago, was wide open as if welcoming Roman Dmitry.

It was an easy entry. As they entered, Chris moved around, checking the situation.

Soon, Chris reported with a worried face.

“The Valhalla Emperor was right. The warp gate is completely destroyed and can’t be repaired, and Javier’s forces seem to have already left. So far, we haven’t found any traps like magic bombs.”

The destruction of the warp gate was a bold decision.

The warp gate, a product of magical civilization, needed a lot of people and resources to build just one.

The warp gate that Edwin Hector had installed for the war in the past was of a lower quality.

However, the warp gate here in Javier was a top-quality one, able to move hundreds of thousands of troops at once, and destroying it meant huge losses.

Also, if completely destroyed, it would take a long time to repair.

By destroying one of the few warp gates in the north, the Valhalla Empire made a bold decision, knowing it would have problems with moving troops.

It was a very strange and unusual decision.

With Hernard about to fall, putting Dmitry in a corner even by abandoning Javier was far from normal.

The Valhalla Emperor’s true nature was shown.

There were other options, but he chose an extreme situation like a cat playing with a mouse.

The reason was simple.

This method was more appealing.

Seeing Dmitry pushing in as if he wouldn’t back down, he instead showed a red cloth like a bullfighter and stepped forward.

Try it if you dare. He showed he was willing to face the attack head-on.

Chris said.

“…It seems there is no way to help Hernard. There are two more warp points in the north besides Javier, but Hernard will fall while we move to those places. If we delay, our retreat might be blocked. My lord, we have to retreat. There’s nothing else we can do for Hernard now.”

He took a step back.

Chris thought there was no need to do too much.

“Interesting.”

Roman Dmitry, on the other hand, smiled at the situation.

On the tenth day, in Hernard, the magic defense repaired overnight was useless.

In the flare shower that lit up the sky, the blue barrier shattered like breaking glass.

Clang!

Rumble!

“Advance!”

“Today, we will wipe out the rebels!”

It was the beginning of hell.

Step, step, step.

Once again, ladders were placed against the fortress walls.

At first, the rebels fought back by pouring boiling oil, but now, with supplies running out, they could only stab with their weapons.

Even the arrows were gone.

The high walls were swarming with the Emperor’s soldiers. The rebels showed their anger, ready to fight back in a desperate struggle.

“Die!”

Thwack.

A spear thrust forward with all his might.

A rebel soldier succeeded in killing an Imperial soldier with his surprise attack, but he couldn’t save himself from the attacks coming from all directions.

He was instantly cut to pieces.

On the high walls, the rebels, who even though the Imperial soldiers were better, fought with more soldiers, now saw more enemies than allies.

“How dare these bastards!”

Clang.

Rumble!

On the high walls.

Duke Vieto raged.

Already soaked in blood, he charged at the Imperial soldiers, slaughtering them.

“Stop Duke Vieto… Kraaah!”

“Ack!”

Screams erupted from all sides.

With a chilling sound, he swung his halberd. It was so strong it cut through several soldiers at once, splitting them in two.

As if that wasn’t enough, Duke Vieto swung his halberd repeatedly.

He cut, cut, and cut again, scattering the blood of his enemies. But no matter how many he killed, the number of soldiers in front of him stayed the same.

‘…Today is the end.’

Ten days.

The sixth day since the start of full-scale close combat.

He had reached his limit.

In fact, it was a miracle that they had lasted this long.

Despite the overwhelming difference in strength, there had been crises since a few days ago, but the rebels had somehow endured, risking their lives.

And the common people of Hernard also helped the rebels.

They carried supplies or risked their lives together with crude farming tools, but such forces could not last long.

In the end.

Now with less than 50,000 troops left, Duke Vieto admitted that he could no longer hold out.

‘Valhalla, how far will you fall?’

A few days ago.

He heard the news about Marin.

The people of Valhalla had finally responded to the rebels’ call, but the Valhalla Emperor had shown a shocking response by killing them all.

It was a bewildering situation.

He knew that the Valhalla Emperor was a cruel man, but he didn’t expect him to deny what the people wanted so directly.

Overwhelming fear forcibly stopped the people from rising up with terrible fear.

He certainly thought that the flames of what the people wanted had a powerful force to reverse the situation, but the Valhalla Emperor crushed the people’s hopes with cruelty that surpassed it.

And.

Dmitri’s situation was not good either.

The news that Javier was defeated extinguished even the slightest hope.

‘Valhalla Emperor, you are truly cruel.’

The rebels were driven to the edge of a cliff.

Roman Dmitri had shown a truly remarkable performance that he had to admit, but the Valhalla Emperor’s judgment, which shattered common sense, did not allow for even a slight reversal.

He had no regrets about dying.

However, he was despondent that there was no room for change in Valhalla in the future, and he felt sorry for Roman Dmitri, who would have to bear the responsibility for the defeat.

Crack!

He blew off the head of a Royal Knight.

Trampling on their corpses, Duke Vieto let out a rough breath.

“Come on, then! Come at me! Even if I die here, I will not show my back to you!”

He sensed it.

The afternoon of the tenth day.

With today as the end, he would end his eventful life.

The distance from the high walls.

Looking at the high walls of Hernard, which had turned into hell, Count Gomes showed a look of dismay.

“Persistent fellow.”

Ten days.

It took longer than expected.

According to the initial strategy, he thought that he would be able to destroy Hernard in about seven or eight days, but the rebels’ resistance was very fierce.

Moreover, the people who joined the rebels were a problem.

They were not a great force, but the number of people who increased even after they were killed made it impossible to destroy Hernard at once.

Slowly.

He gnawed away at the opponent.

And now, he finally saw the end of the difficult civil war.

‘Once the rebels are taken care of, Roman Dmitri will have no other choice. But Duke Vieto is a truly incomprehensible person. When the Emperor became ruler, if he had taken advantage of the flow of power, he would still be living in wealth and glory. Tsk, tsk, why did he deliberately choose death with this choice?’

He was foolish.

Thanks to Duke Vieto’s departure, new faces were able to seize power in Valhalla.

In as little as three or four hours.

It seemed like they would destroy Hernard.

Count Gomes, who was watching the situation with a relaxed face, confirmed that the light on the magic communication device was on.

Red light.

It was an emergency.

With a momentarily hardened face, he received the communication.

Beep.

“What’s going on?”

[Count Gomes. Immediately retreat some of your troops.]

Beyond the communicator, the voice of Marquis Belphir was heard.

Count Gomes frowned and said in an absurd tone.

“What on earth are you talking about? Winning the battle is right in front of us. If we push just a little harder, we can capture Hernard, but we can’t withdraw our troops now. If we do, the rebels might come back to life….”

[Hey, you son of a bitch! Listen to me carefully!]

He suddenly shouted.

Marquis Belphir expressed his anger so intensely that it could be felt through the communicator.

[This is His Majesty the Emperor’s order. If you don’t want to be dragged to the gallows and hanged, retreat your troops right now!]

Retreat order.

Count Gomes looked down at the magic communication device with a bewildered face.