The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 374

Chris watched as everything happened from a few steps back.

“Did you get what you needed?”

“Yes, I saw a great deal. Now I understand why Carlos, praised as Valhalla’s great warrior, said the south’s tomb held Valhalla’s ugly truth.”

Chris listened intently.

Immediately after leaving the tomb, Roman Dmitry made a strange remark.

He suggested that Duke Vieto might be behind this and that no matter what happens, they should not be taken by surprise.

Chris felt a chill run down his spine at the mere thought.

At this unexpected possibility, he hoped for the first time that Roman Dmitry’s prediction would turn out to be just needless worry.

However, as time passed, the conversation grew stranger.

Ordinary people might not have noticed the awkwardness, but Chris knew something was off about the conversation.

“What are you planning to do now?”

“I plan to return to Dmitry for now. I’ll take some time to recover from my fatigue and investigate ‘Stern Valhalla’ based on the information I obtained from the southern tomb. He is not a man to fall so meaninglessly. By the way, Valhalla’s Emperor, please take care of yourself as well. Because of this incident, the Chronos Empire will surely designate you as an assassination target. Valhalla can only survive if you remain safe.”

“…I am already prepared for that. No matter what Chronos does, I have no intention of retreating even a single step.”

On the surface, it seemed amicable, but the truth was different.

Roman Dmitry had clearly pointed to Duke Vieto as the mastermind, so there was no reason for him to be having such a cordial conversation with the man currently called the Emperor of Valhalla.

In fact, the conversation they had at the beginning was colder than usual.

So, he naturally expected a heated argument, but as he listened to the conversation diverging strangely from the start, Chris’s hand went to his sword.

“Kevin.”

“Yes.”

“Prepare for battle.”

“Understood.”

No explanation was needed.

At Chris’s signal, Kevin gave a look, and the Dmitry soldiers each finished their mental preparations.

They didn’t know what was going to happen.

However, they trusted Roman Dmitry.

No matter what happened, they would ignore the visible truth and follow Roman Dmitry.

It was then, thwack!

“Gasp?!”

“You madman!”

It was a sudden action.

Roman Dmitry, who had been conversing amiably, suddenly approached the Valhalla Emperor, tilted his head back, and stared at him with a chilling expression.

Sanchez, who had been watching the situation from afar, widened his eyes.

He hurriedly rushed out to stop Roman Dmitry, but the sudden situation led directly to an unbelievable conclusion.

“I am originally a person accustomed to playing the villain.”

Crack.

Roman Dmitry twisted his head off.

The Valhalla Emperor, a 5-star swordsman, fell without even resisting.

He was in shock.

Sanchez stopped in his tracks.

His gaze, alternating between Roman Dmitry and the Valhalla Emperor, shook violently as he failed to accept the truth before his eyes.

“Ugh, uaaah. Uaaaargh!” He screamed grotesquely.

Who was the Valhalla Emperor?

When everyone else tried to ignore the tyranny of the previous emperor, Duke Vieto willingly risked his life for the people.

It was a noble spirit.

If he had compromised with reality, he would have lived a peaceful retirement, but at Sanchez’s cry to consider the country’s safety, he took on the role of leader of the rebels, which no one else wanted to bear.

He was a hero.

He shouldn’t have died like this, and above all, he couldn’t believe that the opponent was Roman Dmitry.

“Y-you son of a bitch!”

“How dare you harm the Valhalla Emperor!”

Chaos erupted from all sides.

Those who initially couldn’t accept reality now glared with fiery eyes at Roman Dmitry, drawing up their auras.

There were quite a few people watching the situation here.

There were hundreds of thousands of them, and they surrounded the area so densely that people were everywhere.

A precarious situation.

The Dmitry soldiers guarded Roman Dmitry’s back.

They were also confused, but they firmly believed in Roman Dmitry’s judgment in any situation.

“I will explain the situation separately as soon as things are sorted out.”

Roman Dmitry said this.

They believed.

Roman Dmitry was not one to do unnecessary things, and Chris judged that there was a reason for the strange conversation he had with the Valhalla Emperor.

It was a level of deeply ingrained trust.

In a situation where a battle could break out at any moment, Sanchez raised his voice with a face contorted in anger, as if he had lost his mind.

“Roman Dmitry! Was this your intention from the start? That the words you told me to go to Duke Vieto and attempt a rebellion were not for the coexistence of Valhalla and Dmitry, but to plunge Valhalla into hell!”

He was completely out of control.

At his shouting, Roman Dmitry spoke with a calm face.

“What you see is not the only truth. Sanchez, if you calm down and listen to me, I will explain the situation…”

“No, I don’t need your explanation. Duke Vieto has become the Emperor of Valhalla. He is the hope of Valhalla, and he was an essential figure for the future of Valhalla. You killed such a person.”

He cut off his words.

His voice became agitated.

His eyes, filled with anger, didn’t even try to understand the illogical situation.

“Even if the one lying on the floor right now was Stern Valhalla, whom everyone condemned, you, a mere outsider, have no authority to execute the Emperor of Valhalla. My teacher, Morales, and the Valhalla Emperor, who was our future, were all killed by you. You have destroyed Valhalla’s hope in our most holy place, like you are making fun of us.”

Communication was impossible.

His eyes were filled with madness.

He blocked his ears.

He was consumed by anger.

Sanchez drew his sword and, like the others, drew up his aura.

Rumble.

“Warriors of Valhalla, listen. We will mourn the death of the Valhalla Emperor with the life of Roman Dmitry.”

The situation changed drastically.

Ten minutes ago, the people of Valhalla praised Roman Dmitry.

The warriors of Valhalla respected Roman Dmitry.

But it was different now.

Looking at their eyes, flickering with anger as if looking at a villain, Roman Dmitry no longer tried to explain.

‘The Valhalla Emperor prepared for the worst-case scenario. In a situation where he had no choice but to kill the Valhalla Emperor, who would stain the entirety of Valhalla, he must have planted agitators in advance to lead the situation in case of his death. Nothing will change even if I try. From the moment it was revealed that the Valhalla Emperor was actually under the command of Alexander, Dmitry and Valhalla could no longer coexist in any way.’

He was calm.

Looking at the warriors of Valhalla, he issued a warning.

“I clearly demanded an opportunity to explain, and it is you who did not even try to listen.”

As soon as those words ended.

“Attack!”

“Kill him!”

“Avenge the Valhalla Emperor!”

Clang!

Rumble!

Warriors of Valhalla rushed in from all directions.

It was a spectacle.

At the sight of them rushing in from all directions, filling his vision, Roman Dmitry swung his sword forward.

‘First Form of the Mid-Heavenly Demon Sword Art.’

Flash!

Rumble!

Aura exploded.

The destructive energy instantly swept forward, tearing apart dozens of warriors who had rushed in, consumed by anger.

But that was just the beginning.

At the sight of the warriors filling the empty spaces as if unafraid of death, Roman Dmitry leaped forward and confronted the warriors of Valhalla head-on.

Crack!

He shattered the aura of the first enemy he encountered.

The bright light around him disappeared. Roman Dmitry’s eyes flashed as he quickly cut off his opponent’s head.

Thwack.

The head flew off.

In that moment, as the body and head separated, Roman saw the angry faces of the Valhalla warriors charging at him.

Roman Dmitry blocked their attacks.

The Valhalla warriors attacked wildly, not caring about defense, but they could only attack once or twice before being stopped.

Wham!

Right after the sword came down, blood splattered from their bodies.

The attack was very fast. They didn’t even see how they were hit. They fell to the ground as quickly as they had run forward.

Other warriors used the bodies of their dead friends to run forward. But they also could not attack more than twice.

Roman Dmitry was surrounded, but his reactions were quick and perfect.

Then,

“Kruk, Grrrr!”

“Kraaah!”

The tribal warriors charged.

They were like wild animals. They quickly moved in, attacking when their comrades were bleeding.

Wham!

Rumble!

Attacks came from everywhere. The beasts’ claws glowed, and their unpredictable attacks almost cut Roman Dmitry’s skin.

But that was it. Before they could even hit him, their heads flew off and their bodies were torn apart.

The beasts had senses that were better than humans, but even they couldn’t see how Roman Dmitry moved.

By the time they knew they were being attacked, their heads were already gone.

In the middle of the attack, a tribal warrior who could make fire puffed out his cheeks and breathed fire.

“Hoo.”

Whoosh.

Fwoooosh!

A swirling firestorm!

Even the warriors nearby were burned, as they ignored their friends and only tried to kill Roman Dmitry.

At that moment,

Whoosh-

Fwoooosh!

Roman Dmitry burst through the flames.

The flames didn’t hurt Roman Dmitry, and the tribal warrior’s magic was stopped right away.

His eyes went wide.

He should have been losing because there were so many enemies, but Roman Dmitry destroyed every attack with amazing power.

The same thing happened to Ger.

He charged in with the savages and stared in shock.

Flash.

“Gack.”

Blood splattered on his chest.

Ger, a proud 5-star swordsman, stepped forward. He had heard tales of Roman Dmitry’s strength, but he believed in the power of Valhalla and the tribal warriors fighting together. He would not back down.

Ger was strong enough to beat a 6-star swordsman when he fought with the savages.

But he realized that he was just like any other Valhalla warrior.

Even Ger could only attack twice before Roman Dmitry tore open his chest.

He stumbled back.

After taking a few steps, he understood what was happening as he watched the chaos.

“…No way.”

It was too much.

No matter where they attacked from, Roman Dmitry killed them.

People had praised him a lot for what he did in the trial, but now it was clear that Roman Dmitry was even stronger than they thought.

Roman Dmitry seemed huge and powerful.

Ger felt scared because he knew that Roman Dmitry didn’t just want to survive, but to kill everyone who stood in his way.

‘If we had fought him alone, we would have died for nothing without even making him tired.’

It was obvious.

He was not from this world.

From the moment he started the trial, he was sure to pass it.

He had realized how strong the best swordsman on the continent was, but Ger couldn’t give up.

He was a warrior of Valhalla, and a leader of the tribal warriors.

For warriors, it was honorable to die fighting a strong enemy.

He was willing to risk his life for the revenge of the Valhalla Emperor and to prove his pride as a warrior.

And so,

Flash.

He charged at Roman Dmitry, but his head was cut off before he could even attack.

Screams filled the air.

Death was everywhere.

Sanchez, who had ordered the attack, cried tears of blood mixed with the blood around him.

“Aaaah-”

He was in despair and losing his mind.

With Morales, who had been his support, and the Valhalla Emperor dead, Sanchez couldn’t think clearly.

He had been so happy when the rebellion won. He had dreamed of leading Valhalla in the right direction, but the scene of death in front of him destroyed his dream.

It was over. Valhalla’s hope was gone.

If he couldn’t get revenge, Sanchez felt like he couldn’t live as a warrior of Valhalla.

[Yes, kill him. Kill him.]

[Roman Dmitry must be killed.]

[He killed the Valhalla Emperor. He killed Valhalla’s hero. So what are you waiting for?]

The devil’s whispers echoed in his ears.

Sanchez didn’t think it was just his imagination. It was what he really felt.

Look at what Roman Dmitry had done! He killed the Valhalla Emperor and showed no regret.

He was someone who couldn’t live in the same world as Valhalla, and now Sanchez had the power to do something about it.

His mind was confused. Like he was on drugs, Sanchez staggered, his face twisted with madness.

“I will, I will kill him.”

Beep.

He picked up the magic communication device.

This battle was different from the one in Valhalla’s territory before.

Back then, Roman Dmitry had survived the attacks of Valhalla and Chronos and escaped to Dmitry, but Sanchez was sure that he wouldn’t escape this time.

People said that Valhalla was built on this southern jungle.

It wasn’t just a symbol. About 30% of Valhalla’s forces were hiding in this jungle.

They hadn’t moved even during Valhalla’s problems. To them, Roman Dmitry was a reason to call the jungle warriors.

Through the magic communication device, Sanchez shouted as if he was crying.

“Warriors of Valhalla, listen! Emperor Valhalla is dead! Roman Dmitry killed him! Kill Dmitry! Stop him from escaping! That is an Imperial Order!”

He was full of anger. Staring at Roman Dmitry’s killing, Sanchez showed his bloody teeth.

“This is the Imperial Order! Everyone must obey!”

The southern jungle was ordered to mobilize all its forces.

This had never happened before in Valhalla’s history.

Sanchez was sure that Roman Dmitry would never leave the southern jungle alive.