The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 411

A little earlier.

Marquis Memphis rushed to move when he heard the explosion. Just then, a message flashed on his magic communicator – an unbelievable report from the capital defense forces.

[Marquis Memphis! It’s chaos here! Roman Dmitry has attacked with his aura and destroyed the fortress walls! Huge cracks are spreading everywhere. We can’t fix them, even if we had more time. The siege is a disaster! Come quickly and tell us what to do!]

Memphis froze. He stopped walking as if he’d hit a wall.

A cold feeling spread through his body. He heard the words again in his head.

“The walls… fallen?” he whispered.

It was unbelievable. Shocking.

Chronos had made thorough preparations for this day, yet the walls had fallen while he was away.

It was an incomprehensible situation.

According to the report, Roman Dmitry was strong enough to destroy the walls with a single attack, and the Chronos Empire faced an unavoidable crisis.

He swallowed hard.

He did not know the reality of Dmitry’s plan.

He could not imagine that the walls had been brought down using laborers, but what was certain was that the siege was no longer possible.

All operations stemmed from the strength of the walls.

But with the walls collapsing from the start, a fundamental question arose as to whether Chronos had any chance of winning.

It was impossible.

The war was over, he thought. The walls are gone. We can’t win without the walls. Roman Dmitry will come for us all.

The thought of the monster who killed Alexandr and destroyed the walls coming to kill him filled him with dread. He was not just selfish, but also afraid of pain.

‘If Chronos is defeated like this, will I be able to survive?’

Probably.

There was a high probability that he would be executed as an example.

Roman Dmitry was that kind of person.

At least, none of the commanders who had expressed their intention to oppose him had ever survived.

Barco, Marquis Benedict, Emperor Valhalla, and so on.

If they had accepted when he allowed room for compromise, things might have been different, but he would not be swayed by the desperate pleas of those who had lost the war.

What mattered to him was not the public sentiment, but a clear precedent, and so all of Roman Dmitry’s enemies died.

‘In reality, the war is as good as over. If there is no way to deal with Roman Dmitry in a situation where the walls have collapsed, then everyone will end up dying because of that one existence. Joining the defense of the walls is meaningless. There is no reason for me to sacrifice my life to save the collapsing Chronos Empire.’

“……Marquis?”

The family knight asked with a puzzled expression. He sounded worried.

Looking at him.

Marquis Memphis said.

“We are not heading to the walls.”

“What are you talking about? But Marquis, where are we going? Shouldn’t we be at the walls?”

“Can’t you tell even after seeing the situation?! Roman Dmitry has destroyed the walls. Dmitry’s devil is coming at us with fire in his eyes, intent on killing us! At this point, a desperate last stand is meaningless. We must survive somehow to plan for the future.”

“……I understand. But, where do you plan to escape to? We have no way out.”

Only then.

Did he face reality.

The only way out was the secret passage. But then Memphis remembered. He himself had ordered poison gas to be put in the passage and sealed it shut! Dmitry had tricked them.

By sending smoke into the secret passage, he diverted their forces and, at the same time, created a situation where Chronos would block off their own escape route.

A chill ran down his spine.

Just how far had Roman Dmitry planned?

As his chance to escape was disappearing, Marquis Memphis bit his lip with an anxious expression.

He had to think.

Of a way for him to survive.

The communicator beeped again and again, wanting a reply, and some of the knights who followed him looked at the situation with disgust.

But such problems were irrelevant.

Marquis Memphis, who was racking his brains, suddenly remembered a place that the Chronos Emperor, who had been possessed by Alexandr, often visited.

“Yes, the secret chamber! That’s the place!”

He was certain.

In order for him to survive.

The only way was to hide temporarily, rather than confront the storm that had struck Chronos.

It was a bleak reality.

Upon learning that Marquis Memphis had fled, Capital Defense Commander Alvaro gritted his teeth with a look of utter despair. He was disappointed in Memphis, and also thinking of his duty to Chronos.

“That worthless bastard. Abandoning the country to save his own skin.”

His vision was clouded.

In his sight, he saw soldiers being unilaterally slaughtered, and he could not think of a way to solve this problem.

To be precise, he had faced them directly and completely lost confidence.

At first, he believed that they had a chance of winning if they fought without giving up because they were the same humans, but as he faced Dmitry’s soldiers, he admitted that Dmitry could no longer be called a weak, remote country.

They were strong.

Dmitry’s elite soldiers overwhelmed even most knights.

It was then.

“Are you the commander?”

Thud, thud.

Someone.

Approached him.

When he looked up, he saw sharp eyes and impressive blonde hair, and from the chilling aura emanating from him, he could easily guess that he was Dmitry’s Flash.

He felt as if his blood was running cold.

He never wanted to face someone like Chris, but he thought it wasn’t a bad picture if he was already cornered.

“Yes, I am Capital Defense Commander Alvaro.”

He gripped his sword tightly. He wanted to leave behind a record, and he has a sense of honor.

Even if he died.

He wanted to leave behind a record.

If Capital Defense Commander Alvaro killed Dmitry’s Flash, he would leave his name behind even if he died miserably on the spot.

His eyes gleamed fiercely.

The Chronos Emperor was Alexandr’s puppet, and Marquis Memphis, who had been leading Chronos, had cowardly run away.

This country was finished.

Alvaro, who was carefully watching his opponent, exploded his aura the moment Chris took a step closer.

“You may be Dmitry’s Flash, but I will not let you pass!”

Pat.

Rumble!

It was explosive.

He tore through the space in an instant, and the aura emanating from Alvaro’s sword spread out as if to devour the world.

He poured all his life force into his attack. Alvaro used all his energy, even if it meant his own death.

He would kill him.

And he would die too.

He was going to prove with his own strength that Chronos was an empire that had conquered the continent.

And that was.

Flash.

Thud.

Alvaro’s last memory.

Chris did not avoid the attack, but exploited a sharp gap and blew the opponent’s head off in one swift motion.

A flash of light.

He became even faster.

Imagining Ares, imagining Kevin, Chris honed himself. He was determined and focused.

He gladly accepted the growth of his colleagues for the sake of Roman Dmitry, but that did not mean that he had any intention of allowing his territory to be invaded.

Chris turned around.

His throat was parched.

Even more than Kevin.

He wanted recognition.

Chronos had lost the will to fight.

From the beginning, the walls had collapsed, Marquis Memphis was nowhere to be seen, and Alvaro could no longer give orders.

These soldiers didn’t really want to fight. They were just told to be here, on this battlefield. Their hearts weren’t in this war.

They knew it too – they had no chance of winning.

Roman Dmitry saw the war was changing quickly.

“Marquis Memphis is gone,” he thought. “And we know Emperor Chronos is just a puppet. Memphis, their strongest leader, has run away. He’s left them, hasn’t he?”

It was clear to see. The enemy soldiers were lost and confused because their leader was gone.

If so, Dmitry no longer needed to continue the battle, even at the cost of casualties.

‘Celestial Sword.’

Then, high above, a bright light flashed. It was Roman Dmitry’s power, his ‘Celestial Sword.’ All eyes turned upwards, watching as the light grew bigger and brighter.

Then, like a bolt of lightning from the sky, the power crashed down. Wham! Wham! Wham! The ground shook. Soldiers screamed. Dust and smoke filled the air.

It was an overwhelming sight.

Some soldiers just stood frozen, staring in shock. Others tried to run, to escape the attack. A few brave ones even tried to raise their own power to fight back. But it was no use. The wave of power swept over them all.

This attack wasn’t meant to beat one strong person. It was meant to destroy groups of people. And the soldiers of Chronos, already weak and without hope, couldn’t stand against such power.

Beyond Heaven.

It exceeded the limits of humanity.

In the momentary silence, Roman Dmitry raised his voice.

“The war is already over. Your commander, Marquis Memphis, has fled, and no one will come to save you. I ask you. This is a battlefield where neither the Emperor Chronos nor the commander to lead you exists. What are you fighting for?”

He posed the question.

Instantly, the war was suspended.

People with blood-stained faces stared at Roman Dmitry with blank expressions, showing a confused reaction to the fact that Marquis Memphis had fled.

They did not know that fact.

They were just fighting because they were told to fight, and there was no way for them to know that Marquis Memphis had abandoned them.

Therefore, the shock was great. The soldiers of Chronos looked at each other, hoping that someone would explain this confusing situation.

“The Chronos Empire used black magic. Alexandre proved that fact, and black magicians were mobilized in the battle just now. Is that really the kind of country you want? Are you willing to sacrifice your lives to the end for people who are trying to seize power even by using black magic that drives humanity to ruin?”

They have no authority to decide the war.

Since they were people who were forcibly driven to the battlefield, he gave them one last chance to end the war.

“If you still want to fight for Chronos to the end, I will kill every single prisoner of war from now on without leaving a single one alive. Choose. It is the only opportunity for you to choose your own future.”

At those words, people fell into confusion.

At that moment, when they were embarrassed and didn’t know what to do, a man walked out from among the people.

He was an ordinary soldier.

He, who was just an ordinary commoner whose name he didn’t even know, stepped forward in front of the people.

The soldier said.

“May I ask you just one question?”

“As far as I know, I’ve heard that you never give a second chance. We missed the opportunity to surrender, and until a little while ago, we struggled desperately to kill your people. But are you really going to give us a chance? Knowing that Roman Dmitry has never shown mercy, what can we possibly believe in and throw away our weapons?”

It was an earnest voice.

For him, he could not trust those in power.

While preparing for this war, Marquis Memphis had emphasized one fact to the soldiers.

“Marquis Memphis told them, ‘Roman Dmitry is like a monster on the battlefield! He never shows mercy. We are his enemy now, Chronos is! If we lose, we all die. So fight! Fight to win, or we’re all doomed!'”

Those words were engraved in his head.

Due to the fact that they would have no choice but to die if they could not defeat Dmitry, the soldiers of Chronos wielded their weapons to the end with terrified faces.

In a situation where they were already driven to the edge of a cliff, in order to survive even a minute and a second longer, they firmly believed that it was right to fight while clinging to the slightest possibility of victory rather than running away.

But the commanders ran away.

In a situation where even the hope they had desperately believed in had disappeared, the soldier who stepped forward represented everyone’s position with a pathetic look.

Roman Dmitry said.

“If you were decision-makers who could decide your own future, I would definitely not give you a second chance. Not allowing precedents is the domain of decision-makers. People like the emperor of this country, or Marquis Memphis, who drove you to the battlefield until just now, belong to that domain.”

It wasn’t mercy that made him offer a chance. Roman Dmitry thought about what would be most useful. Killing everyone here wouldn’t really teach anyone a lesson, because the *leaders* who caused this mess were already gone. He needed to rule this land in the future. These soldiers, if they lived, could become his people, just like people from other places he had conquered.

“The reason I am giving you a chance is clear. This land also needs people who will live for me in the future. If you accept my existence when you can decide your own future, you will get a chance to live a new life.”

That was the answer that the ruled wanted.

Just the fact that he would give them a chance to live in the future was enough for the ordinary soldiers to have no reason to fight anymore.

“I surrender.”

He dropped his weapon.

He was the beginning.

One by one, then in groups, weapons clattered to the ground. The sound of metal hitting stone echoed in the sudden silence.

“I surrender.”

“Please spare us.”

The long and twisted relationship with Chronos was approaching the end.

The situation was sorted out.

The soldiers of Chronos had completely surrendered, and Lucas reported on the situations he had currently grasped.

“As expected, Marquis Memphis seems to have fled. We are sending a pursuit team to investigate the traces, and no circumstances have been found that Emperor Chronos left the Imperial Palace.”

“I understand. Find Marquis Memphis at all costs.”

“Yes.”

Lucas stepped back.

Now, it was time to occupy the Imperial Palace.

Roman Dmitry moved his steps.

Chris and Kevin followed behind him, and Dmitry’s soldiers formed a line. It was a breathtaking sight.

It was the road to the Chronos Imperial Palace, but no one blocked their way.

It was desolate. No one was guarding it.

In fact, it was an expected situation.

Castro and the Imperial Knights, the beings who protected the Imperial Family, were Alexandre’s dogs, and since he was dead, there was no one who would fight for Emperor Chronos, who was just a puppet.

It was truly an unbloody entry into the castle.

In the space filled with silence, he thought that Emperor Chronos, whose possession might have been lifted, might have already left his seat and fled.

They reached their destination.

When they opened the huge door and entered, an unexpected sight appeared before their eyes.

“The capital was captured in just one day.”

And then they were there. Inside the throne room. And sitting on the Emperor’s throne was Chronos. He looked pale and ill, his face thin and tired. He hadn’t run. He just sat there, alone.