The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 82

As soon as Roman heard about the enemy attack, he knew the 5th Defense Line was in big trouble.

“‘The 5th Defense Line is weak,'” he thought. “‘They don’t care much about defense in the South, and Baron Bruce’s line is the worst. Their equipment is old, and they don’t have the will to fight. They might last two hours, but I need to get there in one hour at most.'”

Lucas had told him this information. A book from McBurney said the same thing.

He had no time to lose.

Roman told his officers in the reserve unit that he was going ahead. Then, he and his soldiers moved quickly.

The reserve unit was about two hours away from the 5th Defense Line.

Normally, going half that distance in one hour would be very hard. But Roman’s soldiers followed him without complaining.

This showed how good their training was. They had climbed mountains with heavy packs every day. Running on flat ground was easy for them, and they didn’t even sweat.

After running hard, they arrived near the 5th Defense Line.

Just then, Roman saw a man running towards them. The man was breathing hard. Roman stopped and signaled his soldiers to stop too.

“Oh, it’s the reserve unit!” the man shouted, his face becoming happy.

It was Baron Bruce.

To Baron Bruce, the reserve unit was like finding water in the desert.

He wiped sweat from his face with his arm and walked to Roman. “Are you the leader of these soldiers?” he asked. “Forget being polite. Just take me to the back lines. Telling the King about the danger here is more important than helping the 5th Defense Line right now!”

He was still panting.

Roman looked closely at Baron Bruce. He was talking to Roman like he was better than him.

“‘This is the commander of the 5th Defense Line,'” Roman thought.

He remembered the face from the files.

But something was wrong.

In a war, the commander should not be here.

There were only two reasons he could be here: the 5th Defense Line had fallen, or he had run away.

“Baron Bruce,” Roman said. “Why are you here alone? Where are your soldiers?”

“Baron Bruce?! How dare you speak to me like that! Are you from the reserve unit? You are probably just a low noble. Don’t you know who I am?”

“I think you are wrong about something…” Roman started to say.

*Snatch!*

“Ugh!”

Roman grabbed Baron Bruce by the neck.

Baron Bruce tried to fight back, but it was useless.

He moved his arms and legs wildly, trying to get away from Roman’s strong grip. But Roman held him so tightly, he could not move at all.

Roman looked down at Baron Bruce.

Baron Bruce felt very cold inside.

Roman’s eyes were too fierce, not like a normal person. Baron Bruce was scared.

Roman spoke. “You being here means one thing. You are a commander who left his soldiers and ran away. Military law says that deserters can be killed right away, no matter who they are. Do you understand?”

“You won’t…”

“It’s not about ‘won’t’.”

*Swoosh!*

The wind blew.

Before Baron Bruce could even see Roman take out his sword, the shiny blade was already cutting his throat. Sunlight flashed on the blade.

Baron Bruce’s head fell to the ground with a *thud*.

His face showed he could not believe he was dead. It was full of fear.

*Thud.*

Roman shook the blood off his sword.

Killing a noble was a big deal, but Roman looked at the body on the ground without any emotion.

“If you had just told your soldiers to retreat before you ran, you would not have died by my sword.”

Roman knew killing Baron Bruce would not cause trouble.

It was wartime now.

The only people who saw it were Roman’s soldiers. They were not surprised by what happened, just like Roman.

They had seen Roman act like a hunter before, when they defeated Barco.

Maybe when Baron Bruce was yelling, they had even wanted him to end up like this.

“Let’s go,” Roman said.

He started walking.

His soldiers did not want to be left behind. They quickly followed him, leaving Baron Bruce’s body alone on the ground.

Almost one hour had passed since the enemy attack started.

The 5th Defense Line was a mess. The gate was broken, and everything was chaos. It was like a terrible nightmare.

*Clang!* *Ugh!* *Roar!*

Screams were everywhere.

Soldiers from the Hector Kingdom were killing Cairo soldiers without mercy. Enemies kept pouring in through the broken gate, and more and more soldiers were dying.

Nothing could stop them.

The old magic weapons, covered in dust, did not work. Even when they shot arrows, the enemies were already inside the walls.

But still, the Cairo soldiers kept fighting.

Baron Bruce had told them to fight to the death. So Stephen, the only knight at the 5th Defense Line, fought with all his strength and anger.

“Die!” he yelled.

*Slash!* Blood sprayed everywhere.

Stephen’s face was covered in enemy blood.

People at the 5th Defense Line thought Stephen was a true soldier. He cut down enemy soldiers one after another.

He had already killed twelve enemies with his sword. But more and more enemies kept coming. Stephen felt hopeless.

“‘Damn it, damn it,'” he thought. His mouth was dry.

It was finished.

The battle was lost.

If the gate was still closed, maybe they could have held on. But now that the gate was open, there was no way to stop the enemies.

*Rumble!*

The walls crashed down.

Even with the walls gone, more enemy soldiers rushed in.

Stephen felt like he couldn’t see anymore. Everything seemed dark.

They were supposed to be defending this place, but the 5th Defense Line was falling apart. They could not even last one hour.

“‘We can’t all die here,'” he thought. “‘We have to retreat. We need to save the soldiers so we can fight again later.'”

He quickly looked around for the commander.

Only the commander could give the order to retreat.

Stephen wanted to ask Baron Bruce to pull back the soldiers. But no matter where he looked, he could not find Baron Bruce.

“‘Wait…'”

Then, he remembered seeing Baron Bruce running away by himself.

At first, he didn’t think Baron Bruce was really running away.

How could a commander run away from his defense line without even fighting?

Stephen felt ice in his veins.

He knew this place would be his grave.

“That pig,” he muttered angrily.

He thought about running away too, just like Baron Bruce.

Even though I was scared, I didn’t want to run. Running away to save myself felt wrong when everyone else was fighting. It seemed more honorable to fight with them until the end.

“Kraaah!”

With a shout, I grabbed my sword and ran forward.

I swung my sword again and again, cutting down anyone in front of me.

I knew this was probably the end for me.

Baron Bruce was the kind of man who killed anyone who saw his mistakes, so no one would know he wasn’t perfect.

And someone important like me, Steven, who knew so much about the defense, would definitely be killed.

A strange peace came over me.

I had accepted that I would die here.

Even as more and more wounds hurt my body, I fought harder and harder, almost like I was crazy, taking down every enemy I could.

*Shwick!*

My sword sliced through the enemy’s armor and flesh.

I felt the resistance as I cut him down, but right then, a spear stabbed me hard in the back.

*Thwack!*

“Ugh.”

A sharp pain shot through my whole body.

Now, death was before my eyes.

He barely managed to cut off the head of the soldier who had stabbed him, and as he watched the sword falling from right above his head, he thought.

‘This is really the end,’ I thought.

I had fought as hard as I could, but it wasn’t enough.

I closed my eyes, ready for death to come.

In that moment of giving up…

Darkness started to close in.

Then, suddenly…

Fwush!

A man with black hair appeared, scattering bright red blood.

Just then, Roman arrived.

The castle gates were broken, and enemies were pouring in.

Without a second thought, Roman jumped into action.

He shouted to the soldiers, “I will go first! Follow me and clear out every enemy in our way!”

It was like his old life.

He remembered being a leader who always fought at the front, leading his people to victory.

He knew how to fight and lead, and this time was no different.

He knew that every enemy he defeated now could save lives and help win this battle quickly.

Roman threw himself into the castle grounds, which had become a scene of horror.

Soldiers screamed, fire burned, and the ground was covered in blood and bodies.

Fwush!

It was the beginning of a massacre.

The necks of the two soldiers who launched a joint attack first were blown away in one strike, and the soldiers who pounced on Roman from all directions also fell, spraying blood in the blink of an eye.

It was overwhelming force.

Like a wolf dropped among a flock of sheep, Roman quickly moved forward, cutting down enemies he encountered.

He didn’t rush.

With appropriate intervals.

He maintained a distance from the soldiers, and naturally, most of the blades that should have been directed at the soldiers were concentrated on Roman.

“Y-you monster!”

“Kill that guy!”

Hector’s soldiers.

They too knew that Roman was no ordinary person.

They attacked Roman simultaneously, but no matter how many numbers rushed in, it was the Hector Kingdom that ended up as corpses.

Barely five minutes.

Roman had cut down dozens of soldiers in that short amount of time.

Dark red blood dripped from Roman’s sword, and soon his clothes were heavy and wet with blood.

The smell of blood filled the air.

It was then.

In Roman’s sight, he saw a man struggling and fighting the enemies.

‘Steven?’

A person on the list.

According to Lucas’s information, if he was assigned to the 5th defense line, Steven was described as having some value.

Therefore.

Roman quickly made a decision.

He slaughtered the enemies blocking his path.

And then.

At the timing when Steven accepted death.

He blew away the head of the enemy who was wielding a sword at Steven.

Fwush!

Thud.

The head rolled on the ground.

There was no time to introduce each other.

Many enemies had entered the castle walls, and Roman relentlessly cut down the rushing enemies.

“……What is this.”

A series of scenes.

Steven was stunned.

In a state where he couldn’t accept the fact that he was still alive, Roman’s appearance of unilaterally slaughtering the enemies was bound to come as a shock.

Was there such a person in the southern front?

In his complicated mind, he suddenly thought of one person.

“Roman Dmitry. He is scheduled to be assigned to the 5th defense line reserve unit.”

This morning.

It was what he had heard from Baron Bruce.

At the news that a ranker would be assigned to the southern front, Steven honestly couldn’t accept the existence of Roman Dmitry.

Rankers are strong.

Frankly, they are talents needed more in the western front than in the southern front, and if Roman Dmitry truly thought about the kingdom’s safety, he thought that he shouldn’t be assigned to the 5th defense line.

But.

That was a mistake.

At Roman’s appearance of arriving so quickly, Steven immediately recognized how hard he had run.

Thwack!

“……Grrr.”

He cleared out the last remaining enemy nearby.

Roman shook off the blood from his sword and approached Steven, saying.

Roman, his voice loud over the battle sounds, asked, “Are you Steven?”

Steven, still shocked, replied, “Y-yes, I am.”

Roman said quickly, “Baron Bruce is dead.

You are in charge now.

You know this defense line best.

Tell me, what should we do to defend this place?

If you think we can’t win, even with your experience, then I, Roman Dmitry, will order everyone to retreat.”

It was a perplexing situation.

His mind was not easily organized.

Roman asked Steven for advice based on ‘experience,’ and Steven thought briefly but carefully and said.

Steven thought for a moment, then said, “Well… honestly, we are in a bad situation.

Normally, we should retreat.

But… if we run, the enemy will have a big advantage.

You see, there’s a river behind us.

They need to control this area to bring in supplies for a long war.

If they take this defense line, they can keep fighting for a long time.”

He organized his thoughts while speaking.

At first, he thought he had to give up.

But the more he spoke, the more he couldn’t abandon this place.

If so.

He needed to turn the tables somehow.

“There’s only one chance,” Steven said.

“We have to stop them from coming through the castle gates.

The hole in the wall is small, but the gates are wide open.

If we can hold them back for just ten minutes, we can use barbed wire to block the gates completely.

It’s our last hope.”

It was the only way.

If all the enemies enter the castle.

There was no chance of winning.

Steven knew that it was a very difficult choice, but he said it was the best choice considering the situation afterwards.

But.

No matter how he thought about it, it was an impossible method.

With so many enemies already rushing into the castle, how on earth could they break through them and secure the castle gates?

It was then.

Roman nodded firmly.

“I will make a path to the gates!

You – get the troops and the barbed wire ready *now*!”

At that word.

Steven couldn’t help but widen his eyes.