The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 375

It was a fierce battle.

Enemies kept coming, wave after wave. Chris sliced down an enemy soldier at the front and shouted,

“Maintain formation! Don’t get caught up in their attacks, and stick to your groups of ten, like we practiced!”

All that time spent training…

There had even been training to prepare for chaotic battles.

Dmitri’s battles usually involved Roman Dmitri leading the charge, with the soldiers cleaning up the battlefield after he had swept through.

It was more than enough against most enemies.

But against the Valhalla Empire, rushing in recklessly would undoubtedly lead to significant losses, overwhelmed by their sheer numbers.

So, they formed a formation.

It was a tactic of the Heavenly Demon Cult.

The battlefield was meticulously divided into groups of ten, who stood back-to-back, switching between offense and defense.

In each group of ten, five soldiers would attack while the other five defended against the enemy’s counter-attacks. Then they would switch, attacking and defending in turns, moving together as one.

Moreover, these groups of ten formed units of a hundred, and those, in turn, formed positions of a thousand.

It was a choice for stability.

A highly defensive tactic.

It was a formation to meet the incoming enemies head-on, but Dmitri’s soldiers had faith in Roman Dmitri’s power.

Boom.

Rumble!

Explosions echoed.

Regardless of the formation, Roman Dmitri rampaged indiscriminately, ensuring that Dmitri’s soldiers could advance steadily without any problems.

On the contrary, the Valhalla Empire was in dire straits.

They needed to eliminate Dmitri’s soldiers quickly to corner Roman Dmitri, but whether here or there, the situation was difficult, and their numerical advantage wasn’t working as they had hoped.

And then…

Flash.

Tap, tap, tap.

Chris was an exception.

He wasn’t part of the ten-man formation, and each time his sword flashed, Valhalla’s warriors scattered blood without even a scream.

Chris intentionally dealt with enemies he deemed to be skilled.

Enemies that the soldiers couldn’t handle would create cracks in their formation, so he moved quickly to take care of the dangerous elements.

Kevin, too.

It was the same.

Kevin, Dmitri’s ‘fiend’, raged.

He couldn’t dominate the entire battlefield like Roman Dmitri, but Kevin was opening the way at the front of the formed ranks.

Dmitri’s strength was indeed remarkable.

Bringing only a few thousand soldiers to face hundreds of thousands was absurd, but as time passed, Chris’s expression grew grim.

‘There’s no end in sight.’

Enemies kept pouring in.

Dmitri always trained to prepare for any variable, but he never expected to face something like this after dealing with the former Valhalla Emperor.

Moreover, the opponent was the entirety of Valhalla.

People who had clearly praised Roman Dmitri not long ago were now risking their lives to attack, so he couldn’t guarantee how long they could hold out.

Thud.

He pierced an enemy’s heart.

Chris tossed aside the twitching enemy and surveyed the battlefield with a blood-soaked face.

‘I installed a warp point at the southern jungle border in preparation for an emergency. If we can escape there, we can at least get out of here. Due to the limitations of the warp point, we can’t move to Dmitri all at once, but if we can shake off the pursuing forces, we’ll have time to breathe. The problem is that the southern jungle is very vast. There are hundreds of thousands of enemies in sight alone. If Valhalla brings in more troops, the situation will only worsen.’

It was different from the war against the Chronos Empire.

This was Valhalla’s territory, and the warriors of the Valhalla Empire were superior to ordinary soldiers.

Indeed, there were those who reacted to Chris’s attacks.

The wild men, exhibiting the senses of beasts, were not easily defeated, and the repeated exchanges gradually caused fatigue.

Not yet.

There was still room to spare.

But time was not on Dmitri’s side, so Chris sought a way to solve the immediate problem.

But then…

“Help Dmitri!”

“We cannot let the savior of the World Tree die!”

The Dark Elves.

They began to move.

The series of events…

The Dark Elves were confused.

Roman Dmitri’s act of killing the Valhalla Emperor was not something the Dark Elves could accept positively.

“……Darkhan-nim.”

“Please give us your orders.”

The ordinary elves urged.

The right to command belonged to Darkhan.

This issue was very serious, and logically, it was right to help Valhalla and attack Roman Dmitri.

The Dark Elves and Valhalla were in a symbiotic relationship.

The Valhalla Empire recognized the territory of the Dark Elves who had established themselves in the southern jungle, and the Dark Elves helped each other, fulfilling the promises of their ancestors.

But what if…

What if they stood by, or helped Dmitri?

They would no longer be able to live in Valhalla’s territory.

The warriors of the southern jungle would attack the Dark Elves, and that was something the Dark Elves could not handle.

“……Damn it.”

He swallowed hard.

The order to attack Dmitri was stuck in his throat.

But…

He couldn’t do it.

Neither the promises of their ancestors, nor the fate of the Dark Elf clan… Were more important than the will of the World Tree.

The World Tree was absolute to the elven race, who maintained a close relationship with nature, and if the World Tree had given its blessing, Roman Dmitri could not be seen as a being harmful to the world.

This was too simple. It wasn’t just good versus evil.

He gritted his teeth.

His mind was confused, but his heart had already made a decision.

“The Dark Elf clan follows the will of the World Tree. Roman Dmitri entered the southern tomb to confirm the truth. There must be a reason for killing the Valhalla Emperor, and we will risk our lives to ensure that Roman Dmitri survives and escapes from the southern jungle!”

“We’re with you, Chief!”

“Attack!”

The atmosphere reversed.

They raised their bows.

Dark magic crackled around their hands, forming into arrows that seemed to drink the light. The arrows were fired simultaneously at the enemies.

Tap tap tap!

Thwack!

“Kraaah!”

“T-The Dark Elves have betrayed Valhalla!”

“Kill the Dark Elves too!”

The arrow attacks were fierce.

The warriors of Valhalla, their eyes blazing, charged towards the Dark Elves, as the arrows pierced even the solid steel armor in a single blow.

But their advance was blocked by Dmitri.

Chris quickly assessed the situation and raised his voice, securing a position to protect the Dark Elves.

“We will block their path! Please provide ranged support!”

From that moment on…

No more conversation was needed.

Dmitri’s soldiers defended steadily, and the Dark Elves fired arrows relentlessly from a distance.

And…

Boom.

Rumble!

Darkhan was also an excellent warrior.

The black aura swirling from his sword cut down the warriors of Valhalla, and he rampaged through the battlefield regardless of the formation.

The elves’ unique, bouncing movements were impressive.

Even when attacks came from all directions, he deflected them with flexible movements, and then instantly pierced the opponent’s forehead with his thin, long sword.

Thwack-

After that…

The Dark Elf mages manifested their magic.

With magic exploding in all directions, the warriors of Valhalla had no choice but to open a path from some point on.

Dmitri seized the momentum.

The stage of trials.

The warriors of Valhalla, who had filled the place, began to split to both sides.

They tried to stop them at all costs, but the corpses piled up like mountains due to the fierce resistance of Roman Dmitri and the soldiers following behind, forming a path.

Perhaps that was why.

Dmitri’s soldiers and the dark elves with Darkhan hoped they could survive. Finally, they entered the jungle.

Even though the sun was high above, the jungle was dark. Giant trees, thick as towers, blocked out the light.

Then, a flicker above in the tree branches. Numerous red lights twinkled.

The warriors of the southern jungle, following the imperial order, were flocking to this place.

A man sat on a tree branch, looking down at them. He had features like a monkey, with quick, darting eyes and a thin mouth. He spoke to Roman Dmitri, his tongue darting out for a moment like a lizard’s.

“My name is Muroro, Roman Dmitri. I’m pleased you passed the trial. You proved yourself on the festival stage and even fought in Valhalla’s civil war, so I thought you deserved to enter the southern tomb. But why did you kill Duke Vieto?”

His face was covered with scars from many battles.

A tense silence filled the air.

After entering the jungle, the warriors of Valhalla waited for Muroro’s command instead of rushing forward.

Roman Dmitri said clearly, “In the tomb, I found out Duke Vieto was working for the Chronos Empire. He told me himself. He even said I was too weak to kill the Emperor. He was a traitor, so I stopped him.”

Muroro’s eyes narrowed, his cold gaze fixed on Dmitri. A cruel smile touched his lips. “Amusing nonsense,” he repeated, his voice like ice.

The chieftain of the monkey tribe, Muroro had a lot of influence in the southern jungle.

People said no warrior could beat Muroro in the dense jungle.

“I believe you, but only if you cooperate with our investigation after we arrest you.”

The negotiation failed.

Being arrested by them was like asking for death.

Even if Dmitri told the truth, the warriors of Valhalla, including Muroro, didn’t want to hear it.

Valhalla was an empire.

They would ignore the fact that their emperor was an agent of Chronos, even if it was true.

Just then, Dmitri heard Chris’s voice in his mind.

[Chris.]

Chris slightly frowned but quickly looked calm. [Now that the Valhalla Empire has moved, the Chronos Empire will also move. Dmitri is in danger. I will make a path. Take the troops and return to Dmitri. Keep Dmitri safe and call the Kingdom Alliance to prepare for war with the Valhalla Empire and the Chronos Empire.]

It was just a guess.

Chronos had been quiet for a reason, but they might move now that they had changed their plan and used the Valhalla Empire.

They had to think about the worst thing that could happen.

As soon as Chris sent a message back, Muroro shouted loudly.

“Attack!”

Poisoned needles shot from every direction.

Dmitri didn’t try to dodge. He faced the attack, instantly using all the mana in his body.

Dmitri took a deep breath. Power exploded from inside him as he used a secret move – the first form of the Heavenly Demon Sword Art.

White light flashed, blindingly bright. For a moment, everything went silent, then a deafening roar ripped through the jungle. The ground shook.

Everything in front of him was destroyed.

Hundreds of warriors were killed as they charged forward, and some of the trees disappeared, letting sunlight reach the ground.

Muroro, who was a little further away, stared in shock.

“What is this?”

It was not human power.

He had never seen such power before. He couldn’t understand what was happening.

Just then…

“Now is the time!”

“Follow the Lord!”

Chris and the soldiers followed Roman Dmitri.

Roman Dmitri quickly cut down the enemies who were still confused. Chris and Dmitri’s soldiers attacked aggressively instead of defending.

The dark elves also joined Dmitri.

They wanted to make a path.

Seeing Dmitri’s soldiers move, Muroro ordered his warriors, “Don’t block the path! Our goal is Roman Dmitri. If we can defeat him, we will have our revenge!”

He knew he might not win in a direct fight.

So, he thought it would be better to focus on Roman Dmitri and ignore the others.

Dmitri’s soldiers, including Chris, and the dark elves were strong opponents.

They would probably run away.

Stopping Roman Dmitri from escaping was good for Valhalla.

The path was open.

Chris and the soldiers headed down the path.

Even though he knew Roman Dmitri would be alone, Chris didn’t look back. He didn’t look back, but his hand tightened on his sword hilt. *Dmitri will be alright,* he told himself, even as a knot of worry tightened in his stomach.

He trusted Roman Dmitri, just as he had trusted him after he killed the Emperor of Valhalla.

Suddenly, Roman Dmitri stopped walking.

He knew what Muroro was planning.

He decided to stay behind so the soldiers could escape.

It was a strange situation.

The warriors of Valhalla opened the way. Roman Dmitri was left alone.

Chris and the soldiers disappeared into the distance.

As the warriors of Valhalla blocked the path again, Roman Dmitri was alone.

Muroro thought his plan had worked.

Roman Dmitri probably wanted to protect his soldiers and then escape, but he couldn’t escape the warriors of Valhalla in the jungle.

They would chase Roman Dmitri until he was too tired to fight.

Even his powerful sword skills had limits.

He was not a god.

“Let me tell you something,” Dmitri said.

Recently, Roman Dmitri had been thinking.

His past life and his present life were the same.

But the body was different, the environment was different, and the experiences were different.

The results were different.

“I am not running,” Dmitri stood tall, his hand on his sword. “I will face you here. I hope you, as warriors of Valhalla, will show me your true strength.”

With this opportunity, Roman Dmitri will test his power in this life.