The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 605

Now, at this very moment, a single, decisive battle was about to unfold.

People from the Daehan Empire, a land far away, had been preparing desperately for 49 days. Meanwhile, the people of Dimitri had to keep their doubts hidden during a wait that might never end.

They didn’t have to do this. If the fate of humanity was in immediate danger, they would have accepted waiting for 10 or 20 years. But the final battle might never come. Even so, the people of Dimitri practiced again and again for 30 years.

Do people understand how hard that is?

It was strange. They didn’t know if the future would come. But waiting for 30 years made them very strong.

A future that would come someday. Solid preparation for that time.

People from the Daehan Empire thought Dimitri came quickly to help. But Dimitri’s people had practiced for this battle many, many times.

They talked about many things that could happen: safe situations, dangerous situations, being captured, facing a terrible crisis, the appearance of a powerful enemy, and so on. As soon as Chris knew what was really happening, he chose one of their plans and gave orders to the soldiers.

“Engage Plan C!”

“Plan C!”

“Engage Plan C!”

The soldiers repeated the order.

Plan C. The plan for when things get really bad.

Dimitri’s soldiers fought hard to push back the monsters. Then, the engineers moved quickly.

“Reinforce the walls!”

“We are reinforcing the walls now!”

The ground shook with a deep Rumble.

The magic object on the wall began to glow.

The engineers’ eyes turned white as they used their magic. With their hand movements, magic went into every part of the wall, fixing the broken sections.

That wasn’t all. The magic made the wall much stronger. Dimitri’s technology and magic worked together to create a strong wall very quickly.

Everything flowed naturally. Just like in their many practice sessions, they took control of the battlefield perfectly, without any confusion.

At that moment, a lot of magic energy swirled in the sky.

[Fire Breath.]

[Poison Breath.]

Whoosh.

Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash!

These were S-class monsters.

They used their magic to try and stop the humans. But then the magicians, including Felix, created a strong magic defense.

The dragons’ fire and poison had no effect. It wasn’t just that hundreds of magicians were blocking the attacks. Even one or two magicians working together didn’t show any weakness.

And then, quickly.

Pop.

Tap tap tap tap.

The swordsmen, including Chris, flew into the sky.

The magicians waved their hands, and suddenly, the swordsmen were lifted into the air, flying like birds. Before the dragons could react, Chris used his fast swordsmanship to cut off their heads.

His swordsmanship was so fast that it was hard to see.

Chris looked around the battlefield and gave orders. At the same time, he destroyed anything that he saw as a threat, no matter how strong it was.

From one to ten. It was a well-organized response.

As the Daehan Empire quickly became stable again, Chris went to Kim Junhyuk and asked,

“I’m Chris, from the Dimitri Empire. Can you tell me what’s happening here? What’s the situation?”

It was a short question.

But Kim Junhyuk felt overwhelmed.

He understood the question right away.

The Dimitri Empire had just joined the war, so they needed to know what was happening and what to do next.

Kim Junhyuk said,

“Right after the powerful enemy and Emperor Roman Dimitri of the Daehan Empire fought for the first time, the powerful enemies decided they couldn’t win in a direct fight. So, they are attacking in small groups all over the world. Monsters are coming through many gates, and it seems they plan to slowly reduce the number of humans. Emperor Roman Dimitri is chasing the powerful enemies and has already defeated three of the twelve known enemies. The White-Clad Magician has defeated one, leaving eight enemies left.”

At first, they thought there were nine powerful enemies.

But Park Kitae from the intelligence department gathered information from around the world and found out there were twelve.

Actually, things were looking hopeful for the human race.

They hadn’t defeated Volfir, who seemed to be the leader, but they had defeated four enemies in just a few hours after the start of the Great Disaster.

“The Daehan Empire’s plan is simple: to survive while Emperor Roman Dimitri defeats all the powerful enemies. That’s the whole plan.”

The conversation was short.

Chris listened and felt a strong emotion at Kim Junhyuk’s words.

‘…Emperor.’

It was a familiar situation.

When Dimitri fought the Demon World, even Chris and Kevin, who were very skilled, couldn’t do much to help.

All they could do was survive. While they struggled, Roman Dimitri made the final decision.

Kim Junhyuk’s face showed many emotions. He was determined to finish the mission, but he was also disappointed in his own weakness. The Daehan Empire wasn’t very strong right now, but Chris saw himself and his people from 30 years ago.

‘It must be very hard for them. They can’t help, and it must seem like everything they’ve done in the past is useless.’

But nothing is useless.

This situation was happening because Roman Dimitri cared about them.

He wanted to protect them.

If the Daehan Empire fell apart, Roman Dimitri would lose his strength.

Just like he tried to protect Dimitri, he was now protecting the Daehan Empire.

Chris wanted to win the war and also make sure the Daehan Empire survived, just like 30 years ago.

Chris said,

“From now on, please tell His Majesty that the Dimitri Empire will keep the Daehan Empire safe. We will organize some troops to quickly respond to any areas where the powerful enemies appear. So…”

Someday, he really wanted to say these words.

Chris spoke for everyone and told Roman Dimitri how they all felt.

“Don’t worry about what happens next. Just do what you need to do.”

At that time, there was a country in trouble.

China, which had been fighting hard with its strong military, was being pushed back by one person.

Thud!

“Ugh, cough!”

A Chinese martial artist spat out blood. He was a very skilled master, but he couldn’t last even a minute against the man in front of him.

The leader of Amyeong, Baek Mujin, who was thought to be dead, had appeared in China with many monsters under his command.

“How pathetic,” Baek Mujin said.

Swoosh.

He drew his sword. The body of the man fell to the ground, and Baek Mujin threw it aside like trash.

People watching were very angry. They wanted to attack Baek Mujin immediately and hurt him badly. But they couldn’t because of what he had just shown them.

Wang Wiryong’s eyes were wide and shaking. He asked, his voice trembling, “You… you really did it?”

“Yes,” Baek Mujin said. “I now have the power of the Absolutes. I have mastered the real Demonic Heavenly Sword Art.” He smirked, a cruel smile on his face.

Just a few moments before, an S-rank Hunter tried to stop Baek Mujin. But Baek Mujin used the Demonic Heavenly Sword Art and easily defeated him. Wang Wiryong had to admit it. Baek Mujin’s skill was amazing. People said Baek Mujin was only copying Roman Dmitry’s Demonic Heavenly Sword Art. Wang Wiryong himself had also tried to copy it from old pictures. But Baek Mujin’s version was much, much better. It was truly powerful and frightening.

Wang Wiryong felt a cold fear. He knew, deep down, he could not win against Baek Mujin. ‘This is terrible,’ he thought. ‘We are already fighting monsters everywhere. Baek Mujin being here will only make things worse for China. It will divide us when we need to be united.’

Even with this new threat, the fighting all around them continued. Chinese soldiers screamed as they fought. Baek Mujin seemed very happy and excited by the chaos. He moved through the battlefield with a smile on his face.

Baek Mujin laughed. “You know,” he said, “I’ve always been bothered by you people who say you are from the Demonic Heavenly Church. You are so weak! You only copied some sword marks from a wall. It’s ridiculous! Wang Wiryong, you have done nothing important. You followed a fake copy. Now, you meet the real thing, and you will be destroyed.”

Clang! Rumble! Baek Mujin gathered his magic power. He felt the Absolute’s command in his mind. The Absolute wanted him to destroy all humans. Baek Mujin had gotten his power by agreeing to be controlled by the Absolute. Now, he planned to start a massacre for the Absolute, starting right here in China.

Baek Mujin grinned widely. “Today,” he announced, “the old grudge between our families ends!”

Wham! Crack! Crunch! Baek Mujin hit Wang Wiryong hard and threw him into the fortress wall. Wang Wiryong and the Royal Guards had attacked Baek Mujin together, but Baek Mujin was too strong. He easily beat them all. “Cough,” Wang Wiryong coughed, trying to stand up. He felt terrible. He was defeated and weak.

Wang Wiryong was very disappointed in himself. He remembered losing to Kim Panseok in a fight. After that loss, Wang Wiryong had trained very hard, day and night. He wanted to become strong enough to be respected by Roman Dmitry. He knew he wasn’t good enough yet. People used to say Wang Wiryong was the best swordsman in the land. But he knew it wasn’t true. He had only learned a fake version of the Demonic Heavenly Sword Art. He wasn’t as good as people thought.

Wang Wiryong understood the truth about himself. He used his feeling of being weaker as motivation to get stronger. He wanted to become better than Kim Panseok one day. He wanted Roman Dmitry to see him as a true member of the Demonic Heavenly Church. He stopped doing his official duties and focused only on training. He hoped to be useful when the big disaster came. But now, he was in this terrible situation, defeated and helpless.

His head was spinning, and blood filled his mouth. He had reached his limit. He knew he would probably die soon if Baek Mujin kept attacking. But Wang Wiryong refused to give up.

Wang Wiryong thought to himself, ‘I am a descendant of the Demonic Heavenly Church.’ He knew his ancestor was just a painter, not someone who truly inherited the Demonic Heavenly Church’s power. But Wang Wiryong was still proud to carry on their traditions and beliefs. He always had been, and he still was now.

Maybe it didn’t matter if he was a true heir or not. What mattered was that his family, the Wang family, had always believed in the Demonic Heavenly Church for generations. That was enough for him. He clenched his teeth hard. He bit down so hard he felt like his teeth would break.

Wang Wiryong said loudly, “I am a descendant of the Demonic Heavenly Church! I may break, but I will never surrender!”

“You annoying insect!” Baek Mujin growled. He walked towards Wang Wiryong. He was done playing games.

Whoosh – A gust of wind blew. Then, a voice came on the wind, a voice Wang Wiryong knew well. “Wiryong,” the voice said. “You sound like you really are from the Demonic Heavenly Church.” Wang Wiryong’s eyes opened wide in surprise. He knew that voice. It was definitely…

“Move back,” the voice continued. “I am Kim Panseok, Roman Dmitry’s second-in-command. I will handle this.” Suddenly, Kim Panseok, the wizard in white robes, appeared.

Kim Panseok had been tracking the Absolutes. When he heard that Baek Mujin was in China, he used teleportation magic to get here quickly. He arrived just in time. He saw that Wang Wiryong was still alive. He quickly created a magical shield between Wang Wiryong and Baek Mujin. Kim Panseok started to gather his magic power, ready to fight.

Clang! Rumble! Kim Panseok was curious. He wanted to see Baek Mujin’s Demonic Heavenly Sword Art for himself. He wondered how strong it really was. Baek Mujin had copied the Demonic Heavenly Sword Art and made it his own. Kim Panseok wanted to test if Baek Mujin’s sword art could stand against his magic.

But then, Kim Panseok felt something strange. Baek Mujin and Wang Wiryong were not looking at him anymore. When he had first arrived, they had looked at him. But now, their eyes were fixed on something else. ‘What is it?’ Kim Panseok thought. He turned his head to look. In that moment, his face went white with shock.

Right after Kim Panseok arrived, a new wave of magic energy filled the air. It felt like the world itself was breaking apart. A gap opened up, and a man stepped out from somewhere else. Clank. His boots hit the ground. The man had sharp, intense eyes. He quickly looked around, saw Wang Wiryong behind Baek Mujin, and then finally looked at Kim Panseok.

The man spoke. “Roman Dmitry’s second-in-command, you say? Sorry to meet you like this, but I can’t let that happen.”

He had red hair tied back. He held a sword that shone brightly. In this place, where Wang Wiryong and Kim Panseok were standing, Dmitry’s Fiend, Kevin, showed himself.