The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 544

A soft sound, like leaves moving, filled the air.

One moment Pavel was in his office. The next, everything changed.

He blinked.

Thick, grey fog was all around him.

It felt like he was standing in a wide, empty place, where nothing lived.

He carried a magical defense item, ready for any possible problem, but magic that changed the entire space made no sense.

“Don’t panic! If it’s a magical trap, there must be a way to break it!”

Pavel’s voice seemed to wrap around Pavel’s voice and take it away.

His unit members were still nearby, but they didn’t turn, didn’t even blink.

No matter how much Pavel shouted, they didn’t react.

Pavel felt fear grow inside him.

This wasn’t part of the plan.

They had practiced for every possible problem, but nothing like this.

Click.

Click, click.

He turned on the magic lantern.

If they couldn’t hear him, he would try to signal with light.

Still, the unit members didn’t react.

Thinking things might get worse, Pavel quickly went to the nearest unit member.

Then.

Whoosh.

Rustle.

The fog rushed over the unit member, like a hungry mouth opening wide.

When Pavel reached the spot, the man was gone, as if the fog had eaten him.

It was a terrible sight.

Cold sweat ran down Pavel’s face.

He looked around quickly and wildly, still seeing the other unit members walking around slowly, as if they couldn’t hear or see him.

“Damn it.”

He gritted his teeth.

He pushed off the ground quickly.

He tried to reach the unit members before the fog took them.

But it was no use.

Just as Pavel reached out, the fog took them, one by one, as if it was playing a cruel game.

Cold bumps rose on his arms.

Something was wrong.

The magic defense item was working, but what he was seeing could only be ‘magic’.

He stopped walking.

Just as he was about to think again and decide what to do, he felt something dangerous in the fog.

Kyaa!

Clang!

It was a monster.

A monster burst from the fog.

It was huge and hairy, with sharp claws on its front legs.

Pavel knew what it was, but there was no time to think.

It swung its claws at him.

Pavel moved fast, his dagger flashing.

The monster fell to the ground with a wet thud, its life gone in a moment.

Thud.

Gurgle.

The monster spat blood.

But that wasn’t the end.

Monsters continued to pour in from all directions.

‘What kind of magic trick is this?!’

In the fog, Pavel was trapped.

In this impossible situation, he had to fight to live, and he killed the monsters he found.

Soon, the unit members were gone.

All he could see was the thick fog and the bodies of monsters with hot steam coming from them.

Pavel’s face was covered in blood, and he stopped trying to understand and focused on killing the monsters.

He had to live.

He had to survive and finish the mission.

Rage filled him.

He killed and killed again.

The taste of blood filled his mouth, and Pavel’s eyes were full of anger.

‘Bastards. They expected our attack and set a trap.’

If he lived, he would cut off Kim Junhyuk’s head and hang it on the castle walls.

He would make them pay for making fun of the Genazzit.

How much time had passed?

As he stabbed the dead monster with his dagger, he suddenly felt like he could see clearly again, as if he had come out of the deep sea.

The fog disappeared.

Pavel looked up quickly and couldn’t speak for a moment at the sight before him.

“…Wh-What is this.”

He was inside the office.

It was a sea of blood.

And in the middle of it, Pavel stood with a dagger in a unit member’s chest.

Pavel’s eyes shook.

He didn’t want to believe it.

He stepped back unsteadily and moved away from the body, realizing that all the unit members except him were dead.

“So, you killed your own men to live? That’s low, even for you.”

It was Kim Junhyuk.

He sat on the office desk, looking down at Pavel with cold eyes.

Cold bumps rose on his skin.

He couldn’t believe it, but the bodies around him had wounds that looked like he had made them.

He attacked weak spots with a short grip on the dagger.

The wounds on the bodies were the same.

Then, the events in the fog must have been a magic trick created by Kim Junhyuk.

Everything was planned.

He confused them with thick fog, hid the unit members to make them think they were far away, and then used unit members dressed as monsters to make them attack each other.

He was completely defeated.

Pavel’s face twisted in anger and showed a strong desire to kill.

“You son of a bitch!”

“Why? Did you think we wouldn’t expect your attack?”

The Second International Conference.

The Korean Empire prepared for the worst.

Roman Dmitry told the leaders at the meeting to trust him, even if the conference failed and the Korean Empire went to war with the rest of the world.

None of the leaders at the meeting disagreed.

From the moment he succeeded in the rebellion, which they thought was impossible, Roman Dmitry was trusted completely.

Over the past few days, they had thought about several possibilities.

If the enemies attacked Incheon, they would likely target the teleportation magic circle and Kim Junhyuk.

It was obvious.

The teleportation magic circle was needed for moving large groups, and Kim Junhyuk was the brain that replaced Roman Dmitry.

So they made careful plans.

In particular, the formations were layered in Kim Junhyuk’s office, and unlike magic, it had a complex system that couldn’t be stopped by magic defense.

Markov was wrong.

He thought it was a perfect surprise attack that would catch the Korean Empire off guard, but Russia acting alone was nothing compared to what Roman Dmitry had considered.

Without knowing it, the Genazzit entered the Incheon government building, not knowing they were walking into a death trap.

Kim Junhyuk said, “The World Government talks about our rules, but you broke them first. You attacked us! Now you have no right to complain. You made a mistake coming here, Pavel.”

Pavel’s eyes widened.

He knew his affiliation and name had been discovered.

Thinking he was going to die, Pavel gripped his dagger tightly.

“And just like here, your lackeys who target the teleportation circles will all be killed.”

“Die!”

He kicked off the ground, ready to attack.

Pavel rushed in, ready to attack Kim Junhyuk. He had to take Kim Junhyuk with him, at least. But in that instant, Pavel’s vision skewed diagonally.

A wet *splurt* echoed in the air.

Blood sprayed outwards in a messy fan as Pavel’s head was sliced clean from his shoulders. It bounced once on the ground and rolled away, eyes wide and staring.

Behind where Pavel had just stood, Lee Taesung smoothly sheathed his sword. His eyes were cold and sharp as ice.

*Flash of Lightning.* The thought echoed in the minds of the remaining attackers. It was a strike so fast, so sudden, that even those watching hadn’t seen it happen until it was already over.

Kim Junhyuk was right.

The soldiers attacking the teleportation circle thought they could capture it in ten minutes, but the reality they faced was much worse than they expected.

Glint.

“Kraaah!”

A soldier’s arm flew off.

The man screamed, yet still swung his sword at Kang Minho, but Kang Minho calmly blocked the attack and then cut off his head.

Already, corpses were piling up around Kang Minho, growing colder by the second. The soldiers, who had charged in full of vigor, realized their mistake only after three or four heads had been lopped off.

‘He’s strong!’

Kang Minho and the Guardian Unit were in charge of this place.

The Guardian Unit had not been established long, but in that short time, they had already achieved remarkable growth.

All thanks to Roman Dmitry.

Roman Dmitry had taught them the martial arts of the Guardian Gate, and Kang Minho, along with the other members of the Guardian Unit, had rapidly developed based on their experiences in the Great Cataclysm.

It was truly perfect. Martial arts that guaranteed a secure future, and experience fighting countless monsters. It was completely different from the days when they were stuck in the lower ranks.

They were accepting things that ordinary people would never experience in their lives, and they were entering a completely new realm.

Clang!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Kang Minho blocked every attack.

He didn’t let a single attack slip through from all directions. Instead, he struck out, tearing apart the limbs of his opponents.

Pat.

Pat pat pat.

Blood spurted like a fountain.

His presence grew, filling the space around him.

The being that had seemed so insignificant now stood like a guardian deity, unmoving and powerful, against the tide of enemies.

‘Just as His Majesty the Emperor predicted.’

The previous evening, Kang Minho had met the Master of the Thousand Swords, Min Changki.

In a situation preparing for a possible war, Min Changki had said he was curious how Roman Dmitry, His Majesty the Emperor, could predict every situation.

The ability that was chilling when facing him as an enemy was still incomprehensible when watching him as an ally.

At that time, Kang Minho had said this.

“Having experienced various situations by his side, the conclusion I have come to is simple. He places every situation on the palm of his hand. Because he chooses the most aggressive and daring course of action, people think he is walking a tightrope, but in reality, countless calculations are embedded in the process of overthrowing the central government. He acts because it is possible. As those of us who have witnessed countless miracles, we only need to be faithful to the roles assigned to us.”

He believed in Roman Dmitry.

Even if someone attacked the Great Han Empire, Kang Minho did not think Incheon would fall.

Glint.

He sliced off the opponent’s head.

Covered in blood, Kang Minho roared at the top of his lungs.

“The crime of attacking the Great Han Empire. Avenge it with death!”

“Avenge it with death!”

Incheon. The situation there was unfolding differently from Markov’s expectations.

A city in Russia. Irkutsk.

The teleportation circle there reacted without warning, and suddenly a man appeared through a swirl of light.

“Who are you!”

“How did you teleport…?”

“Chain Lightning.”

Bzzzzzt!

“Kraaah!”

“Ack!”

The soldiers trembled and collapsed.

The man’s identity… It was Park Minwoo.

Roman Dmitry had ordered Park Minwoo to activate the teleportation circle and, according to the plan, sent Roman Dmitry to the operation site.

And different orders were given to Park Minwoo and Wang Wiryong respectively. Wang Wiryong was to return to China, lead the troops, and advance north, while Park Minwoo was told to attack Irkutsk and throw Russia into chaos.

The fact that individual missions were assigned felt good.

It meant that he was trusted by Roman Dmitry, but the problem was Wang Wiryong’s existence.

‘The way Wang Wiryong looks at me is unsettling. It’s definitely the look of a sly snake, eyeing my position. Now that it’s been revealed that Wang Wiryong is indeed a descendant of the Cheonma Shin-gyo, an ancient and powerful group, if His Majesty Emperor Roman Dmitry takes a liking to Wang Wiryong and actually teaches him the Cheonma Sword Technique, my position as second-in-command is over. Before that happens, I need to solidify my position as second-in-command somehow. I need to become the most important person to His Majesty Emperor Roman Dmitry, so that Wang Wiryong and others can’t dare to covet my place.’

He burned with determination.

Roman Dmitry had clearly said it: Attack Irkutsk and throw Russia into chaos.

If he achieved meaningful results here, there were no special instructions on how to move next.

‘If I take down not only Irkutsk but also other Russian cities one by one, Wang Wiryong’s achievements, who will only destroy one or two cities, will inevitably be compared to mine. Yes, this is a race against time. Only quick and overwhelming achievements can make me shine.’

Whirr!

Whirrrrr!

Warning sounds echoed around him. By using the teleportation circle without permission, Russia had noticed Park Minwoo’s presence.

Far away, soldiers were swarming in. There were too many to count.

From the start, telling Park Minwoo to attack a single city was an absurd mission, but Park Minwoo had no intention of being satisfied with just this place.

This was an opportunity. An opportunity to firmly imprint his existence on Wang Wiryong, the newcomer. Originally, he should have inflicted some damage and retreated, but now he saw nothing else.

Rumble.

Rumble!

He stirred up his magic power.

Enveloped in dark blue magic power, Park Minwoo moved towards the soldiers swarming towards him.

“Alright, I’ll kill you all.”

Exploding magic power. Park Minwoo showed a more ferocious expression than when he was abandoned by the Demon King.