The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 395

Everyone held their breath.

The air itself seemed to freeze.

The destructive energy swirling around Castro made it impossible for anyone to even exhale properly.

Then, Castro kicked off the ground.

The Great Warrior battle had begun the moment they faced each other, and the destructive energy around Castro exploded into a massive aura.

It was a power unlike anything people had ever seen.

The aura exploded outwards, like a tower of power, and slammed into Roman Dmitry.

Wham!

Crack!

It was incredible.

The ground rose up, swept away by the vortex of aura. As Roman Dmitry dodged the attack, cracks appeared in the fortress walls.

It was a shocking sight.

Strong magic walls were built to stop Chronos, but Castro’s power was so great, even the shaking air broke them.

And then.

Wham!

Wham! Wham! Wham!

Castro relentlessly pressed Roman Dmitry.

Like swords of judgment from the sky, massive auras struck Roman Dmitry’s head again and again.

The wind screamed like a wounded beast.

A storm of colored light and power exploded outwards, blurring the world into streaks of fire and shadow. It was astonishing that Roman Dmitry was withstanding such a brutal attack.

It was a mysterious world people only imagined. The aura of a 7-star was on a different level.

Roman Dmitry focused on being efficient, but Castro’s reckless power reached its peak, showing destructive power beyond human limits.

Castro thought to himself, “He’s not weak after all.”

Castro moved forward.

With a fierce look, he found Roman Dmitry’s location, targeting vital spots with quick, precise attacks.

Tap tap tap.

Rumble!

He was strong.

Castro was smart. He changed his power depending on the moment, always pushing Roman Dmitry hard.

Roman Dmitry’s cold eyes followed Castro.

At the smallest opening, Castro would strike at vital points, and Roman Dmitry fought back fiercely.

Wham—

He blocked the attack, and slashed at his opponent.

A flash of light grazed Castro’s neck, and Castro also charged in aggressively, trying to counterattack.

It was an unfamiliar sight.

Lately, no one had exchanged proper blows with Roman Dmitry, but Castro proved his strength with just a brief clash.

People had judged Castro too soon.

Just because he had spent years in the Imperial Palace didn’t mean his skills had weakened.

Instead, he had improved.

He had reached a dizzyingly high level that others couldn’t even imagine, claiming to be the absolute ruler of Chronos.

However.

“How pathetic,” Roman Dmitry said.

In that instant, Castro’s face burned with shame behind his helmet. ‘Pathetic?’ The word echoed in his mind, a slap harder than any sword.

What did he mean by saying such words now, in the middle of a fierce fight?

Did it mean that his swordsmanship, his aura, was something Roman Dmitry would call ‘pathetic’?

Whatever it was, it was a word that Castro couldn’t accept.

He wanted to fight like a true warrior to show his skill, even though it wasn’t the best way to win.

Therefore.

“Let’s see if you can still say that after taking this attack.”

Rumble.

Rumble!

The aura rose like a disaster.

Black aura spun around him like a dark tornado, then focused into a point at his sword’s tip, burning with a light as fierce and terrible as a dying sun.

It was the ultimate secret technique he could use.

He hadn’t even needed to use secret techniques against guys like Caesar, and he had decided to use this if a monster like Roman Dmitry ever appeared.

In his mind, no one could block Castro’s attack.

As Roman Dmitry raised his sword to fight back, Castro smashed his aura down.

“Die… Ack?!”

At that moment.

Flash.

He saw it.

The aura, coming down as Castro wanted, was split by something that flashed for a moment.

It was an indescribable sight.

The aura, which had formed a sun, was his all-out attack, yet it was torn to shreds. Suddenly, a burning pain exploded across his entire face.

“Kraaah!”

Blood splattered.

Without realizing it, he knelt down.

Looking down at the ground, he saw droplets of blood falling from his face and shattered pieces of his helmet.

It was a complete defeat.

The moment he accepted that fact, Roman Dmitry’s cold voice echoed above his head.

“In all my life, I have never met an opponent who could withstand my full power. And…”

He raised his head.

The sunlight shone down, lighting up Roman Dmitry.

“Neither can you.”

As blood dripped onto the ground, Castro suddenly remembered Alexander’s words.

Alexander, who had given him power, looked down at Castro and Ares and said this:

“I have great expectations for both of you. Castro with my method, and Ares with a new method. Prove which one is truly right. If there is anyone who brings results that satisfy me, I promise to acknowledge him as the foremost swordsman in the new world and grant him all the wealth and glory. That is as important to me as ruling the Salamander Continent.”

Alexander’s longing was real.

He couldn’t shake off his past life.

He wanted to recreate martial arts, and although the eras were different, Castro and Ares chose different methods.

In the beginning, Castro’s growth was amazing.

Of course, Castro had lived much longer than Ares, so he could be called the best on the continent early on, based on Alexander’s teachings.

But as Ares grew, things changed.

Ares was just a beginner who didn’t need to be feared, but he learned new methods and grew fast enough to threaten Castro.

Then one day, right after ending the war with Dmitry, Alexander said to Castro with a shocked look:

“Castro, with your method, no, with my method, you can never defeat Roman Dmitry. The swordsmanship that Roman Dmitry uses is the ideal I have been thinking of. So you don’t have to try any harder. From now on, I will bet everything on Ares’ method, and I will send him as a spy to steal Roman Dmitry’s martial arts. Unfortunately, my method, which changed the world, was not the answer.”

It was shocking.

Castro worked hard to reach the level of a 7-star.

He was strong enough to defeat Ares with a single blow, but he couldn’t accept being told he had no hope, as if he was being branded.

From then on, he trained even more fiercely.

Even to prove that Alexander was wrong, he honed his method like crazy.

And…

“Ugh.”

He was defeated.

With blood flowing thickly, Castro looked at Roman Dmitry with a face of despair.

“Alexander… was right,” Castro’s voice cracked. “My life… wasted.”

His voice seethed with sadness, resentment, anger, and so on.

Castro glared and shouted in a voice filled with spite.

“I admit it. You are the best swordsman on the continent. But…”

Fssssss.

Gurgle.

Magic surged.

Dark energy billowed around Castro, and Castro’s eyes turned black.

In that moment.

Pat.

Darkness swallowed the world. The air itself seemed to thicken and press down, and all light vanished as if snuffed out by a giant hand.

“That doesn’t mean you’ll get out of here alive.”

From the beginning, the Great Warrior battle had two purposes.

The first was a pure fight.

The second was, if he lost in skill, to trap Roman Dmitry alone and somehow deal with him.

Pat.

Rumble.

The world changed.

The magic of darkness exploded, dyeing the surroundings in darkness, and completely separated the space so that Umberto’s soldiers watching from the fortress walls could not help.

At the same time, Castro accepted the magic of darkness.

Dark magic rushed through his body, and his own power burst out too.

And that wasn’t all.

Before Roman Dmitry could even react, shadows appeared around him, reaching out their dark hands.

Tap tap tap.

“Bind him.”

Hundreds of hands grabbed in all directions.

As the magic of shadows tried to grab Roman Dmitry’s entire body, Roman Dmitry simply dodged and cut them down in turn.

It was a familiar power.

It was a pattern he had seen once in Valhalla’s territory, but the number and power of the shadows were stronger than before.

It was then.

“You will die here,” Castro growled, his voice thick with hate.

BOOM!

The ground beneath Roman Dmitry’s feet vibrated with a deep RUMBLE. It felt like the very air had been punched.

Castro moved with terrifying speed, his eyes burning black. He attacked, surrounded by an aura of darkness that wasn’t just shimmering, but pulsing like a living shadow. It felt cold and heavy, pressing down on the air itself.

This destructive force was greater than even the aura of the Seven Stars.

It wasn’t swirling as intensely as before, but the condensed power blazed like black flames, relentlessly driving Roman Dmitry back.

Boom!

Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!

Castro had abandoned his soul.

Using this power was killing Castro. He was also giving up his honor as a human by using dark magic.

However, there was no regret.

The moment he accepted that Roman Dmitry could never be defeated, the reason for him to continue living as Castro disappeared.

The devil’s temptation that Aleksandr had proposed.

Castro, who accepted the powerful force, displayed tremendous destructive power in a completely different form than before.

Boom!

Rumble!

The world shook.

After Castro unleashed his attacks several times, the shadows also timed their moves to unleash their magic.

Swish.

Tap tap tap!

The dark magic was wielded like a whip.

Some wrapped around Roman Dmitry’s body in the form of hands, while others struck directly, inflicting damage.

All of it was blocked by his quick reactions.

However, the shadows raised shadows to attack whenever they saw an opening. Some of the shadows aimed for blind spots and threw themselves into the storm of aura.

Rip.

Their bodies were torn apart.

That alone was enough.

While Roman Dmitry’s attention was turned to the shadows, Castro charged right in front of him, revealing fierce eyes.

Boom!

Rumble!

It was a powerful blow.

Undoubtedly, it was the most threatening level he had faced in his current life, and the attacks of the interlocking shadows did not allow for even a moment of rest.

Chronos’ trap was formidable.

To catch the big fish named Roman Dmitry, they abandoned the pride of the Empire and sacrificed the soul of Castro, the best swordsman of Chronos.

If they could only kill him, it was a worthwhile endeavor.

The moment Castro, whose attack was blocked, tried to charge in again, Roman Dmitry’s eyes changed.

‘First Form of the latter part of the Demonic Heavenly Sword Technique.’

Flash.

The feeling was different.

Magic swirled.

That attack, which had split Castro’s secret technique in one blow, tore through the space once again to plunge Castro into despair.

However…

Boom!

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

A wild grin spread across Castro’s face, but his eyes still held a hint of sadness.

He managed to block the attack, which he hadn’t even been able to properly identify a moment ago, by a hair’s breadth, and even absorbed all the aftermath of the aura.

That was the reason Castro sold his soul.

He wanted a powerful force to face Roman Dmitry.

No one in his current life had ever received Roman Dmitry’s latter-part techniques, yet Castro not only blocked the attack but even charged forward.

Rumble.

Magic swirled around him.

His face, filled with madness, revealed considerable joy.

“Kahaha! Did you see that? Your power is no longer invincible.”

His current life. It was the first time it had happened.

Even in the Murim, it was rare to find someone who could receive the latter-part techniques, but Castro proved the power of darkness.

However, that was all.

Roman Dmitry stared at Castro with a calm expression.

“So?”

People often made a mistake.

The Demonic Heavenly Sword.

They rejoiced as if they had won just by blocking it.

They had only blocked one attack, but they didn’t think about what would happen next.

Sword techniques. Duels where lives are at stake.

It doesn’t end with blocking one attack; blocking an attack is just the basic requirement to be able to face the opponent.

What does that mean?

The blow that Castro blocked just now was not a desperate, all-out strike, but just one of the countless attacks that would be exchanged in the future.

Therefore…

Boom!

With a sickening crunch, Roman Dmitry’s sword sliced through Castro’s arm, sending it spinning through the air, spraying blood across the stones.

He barely managed to block the attack, but Castro’s eyes widened at the powerful force that continued to erupt.

The shadows threw themselves.

Flash.

Dozens of shadows that tried to protect Castro were torn apart in an instant, and Roman Dmitry was already right in front of Castro.

Castro drew upon all his power.

He gritted his teeth and blocked Roman Dmitry’s attack, but Castro’s eyes shook greatly each time an impact occurred.

Every attack defied common sense.

He was barely managing to block, but Roman Dmitry swung his sword as if it were nothing.

Roman Dmitry. No, Cheonma Baek Jung-hyuk.

He didn’t want an opponent who could just receive the Demonic Heavenly Sword Technique.

That was the basic requirement, and he wanted a powerful being who could threaten him in a duel of hundreds of exchanges.

Flash.

“Kraaah!”

His leg flew away.

With blood splattering in all directions, Castro looked at Roman Dmitry in disbelief.

Plop.

He tumbled to the ground.

He had no more strength, even after selling his soul and exploding his innate energy.

Even with a foundation of Seven Stars, the only area he could handle was exchanging a few blows with Roman Dmitry.

He struggled to get up.

Losing one arm and one leg, he completely lost his balance, and even as he slammed his face into the ground, he struggled to lift his head and look at Roman Dmitry.

“I told you.”

The gaze looking down was cold. Roman Dmitry showed no threat, no fear.

“I have never met an opponent who could draw out my full power.”

This was not just a wall, but the sky. The sky above that.

An existence so high that he couldn’t dare to aspire to it.

He saw the essence of Roman Dmitry.

As he accepted reality, Castro laughed like a madman with a lost expression.

“Heh heh heh. Hahaha, you really are a monster. Roman Dmitry was indeed the best sword in the continent!”

Swish.

The darkness receded.

The shadows scattered.

On the castle walls, the soldiers showed surprised reactions.

To them, who had been bewildered by the rising darkness, it hadn’t been long before the darkness receded, and they suddenly saw the miserable sight of Castro kneeling.

They couldn’t know what had happened.

What was certain was that Castro had given his all, but he had failed to defeat Roman Dmitry.

Castro said:

“If I just leave you alone, you’ll probably invade Chronos’ capital and cut off the Emperor’s head. But you know what? What will change even if you do that? You and I know the truth. The real body of Chronos is not the Emperor. That’s why I, who should be protecting the Emperor, am here away from the Imperial Family.”

It was a shocking statement.

The existence of Chronos. He denied it.

Seeing the people’s bewildered expressions, Castro revealed eyes gleaming with madness.

“You have angered Aleksandr. He, like you, does not allow compromise. If he has decided to kill you and conquer the Salamander Continent, it is as good as reality.”

Swish.

His body scattered.

At the end of death, Castro shouted as if trying to leave behind even a little bit of regret.

“Aleksandr will come! You fools! You think you’ve won? He will destroy you all! You will beg for mercy when he arrives! While I am fighting here, the Cairo Kingdom is now screaming in the depths of despair.”

He couldn’t continue speaking.

With his last words, his body completely scattered into smoke.

However, his words were true.

Right now, at this moment, while Roman Dmitry was facing Castro, a shadow of despair descended upon the western front of Cairo.