The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live A Normal Life [EN]: Chapter 84

Baron McCleary was quite far from the castle gate.

Breaking through the enemy forces seemed impossible, but Roman saw things differently.

‘The enemy commander is off guard.’

Maybe Baron McCleary felt safe because the Cairo Kingdom’s soldiers seemed weak.

Baron McCleary had moved slightly forward to observe the situation.

The distance was still quite far, but Roman knew he could reach him.

He changed his plan instantly.

‘Kill the commander.’

A way to end the war quickly.

As he had experienced in countless battlefields, the moment the commander’s head flew, the enemies were bound to collapse.

“Stop him!”

“The enemy is alone!”

The soldiers of the Hector Kingdom were enraged.

At the sight of Roman coming out of the castle alone, they attacked him with fierce faces.

The scene of him entangled with numerous enemies was breathtaking to watch.

Weapons flew from all directions, ready to take his life the moment he let his guard down.

However, no attack worked on Roman.

Tap tap tap.

He deflected all the attacks.

Moreover, the soldiers who attempted to attack were now screaming as their severed limbs fell away.

Hundreds of enemies.

It was common sense that they had the advantage.

Clearly, Roman should have fallen, but as time passed, only the soldiers’ losses increased.

“Get out of the way!”

“We won’t let you run wild any longer!”

The knights of Hector.

Under Baron McCleary’s command, they rushed in.

They were not ordinary knights.

They were aura swordsmen who could manifest aura, and different forms of aura were formed from their swords.

Rumble!

Mana exploded.

With attacks coming in at the same time, Hector’s soldiers were certain that they had defeated Roman this time.

However…

‘Heavenly Demon Sword Art, Second Form.’

He took a breath.

Mana seethed from within, and he unleashed aura towards the enemies rushing towards him.

The strike of the Heavenly Demon.

The Hector knights charged with shouts of victory, but their cheers died in their throats. One moment they were there, swords raised; the next, they were gone, like smoke in the wind, leaving only torn armor and blood in their place.

Wham!

It was a shocking display of power.

The aura manifested by the knights scattered like dust in the wind, and their powerful bodies, armored in steel, were ripped apart, armor twisted and broken like thin metal.

Everyone was stunned.

Only then did they realize that the being they were facing was an untouchable monster.

They had charged at hundreds of enemies because they thought they could handle it.

Roman Dmitry.

Roman was used to fighting many enemies at once, even stronger fighters than these soldiers.

He had taken Stephen’s advice because…he simply didn’t see the need to overexert himself.

But now…Having confirmed that the commander was within striking distance, Roman intended to end the battle in his own way.

Tap.

He kicked off the ground.

In an instant…Baron McCleary was before his eyes.

He looked at Roman with a shocked expression.

He had slaughtered dozens of soldiers and torn apart Hector’s aura swordsmen in one blow.

It was not part of Hector’s plan to attack Cairo by surprise, and Roman Dmitry’s power was so strong that it could not be stopped even if they had accounted for it.

His eyes twitched.

His mind was screaming at him to run away immediately, but then he remembered the order he had heard before leaving the Hector Kingdom.

‘There is no need to capture the defense line by force. However, buy as much time as possible. We need enough time for our plan.’

“Damn it.”

Barely an hour.

A reckless attack had created a variable.

Baron McCleary drew his sword.

He was also a swordsman.

As a swordsman who could use 2-star aura, he would rather give it his all than remain a defeated general who had failed in his mission.

“I am McCleary, Baron of Hector! I will personally…!”

Flash!

Splat!

A single flash.

The moment Roman arrived, Baron McCleary’s head flew off, and blood spurted like a fountain.

McCleary’s decision to stay and fight was arrogant.

From the moment Hector’s knights failed to withstand a single blow, he should have decided to flee.

The death of the commander.

Roman raised the head high into the sky and shouted with a voice filled with mana.

“I have killed the enemy commander!”

At that moment…as if by magic, everyone on the battlefield stopped moving.

The battlefield was silent except for the groans of the wounded. Dead Hector soldiers lay everywhere. Cairo soldiers, though tired and hurt, were cheering, their fear turned to relief and pride.

The atmosphere turned icy cold.

The soldiers of Hector. They didn’t know what to do.

Just because their commander was dead didn’t mean they should surrender immediately; they still had enough forces.

A chaotic situation.

It was Roman Dmitry who broke the silence, once again.

Shick!

“Kraaah.”

Roman cut down the enemy in front of him.

It was a decision that defied common sense.

Normally, after a commander dies, you would ask the enemy soldiers to give up.

If the opponent was the Varco family, he might have done that.

In fact, Roman had killed the Varco father and son, who were the instigators of the war, and ended the situation, but now the situation was different.

Hector.

They had launched an attack without warning.

Not only was it a war without justification, but other defense lines were still under attack by the Hector Kingdom.

Roman raised his voice.

“Soldiers of the Cairo Kingdom, listen! We don’t have the luxury of taking prisoners. And right now, other defense lines are also under attack by the Hector Kingdom. If we let them live now, they will surely return as enemies. Even if we have to shed blood in this place, risk your lives to execute the enemies!”

The war with Varco…could be called a civil war in a broader sense.

Because it was a conflict within the same kingdom, the soldiers who admitted defeat after the commander was dealt with would not return as a threat later on.

However…the soldiers of Hector were different.

Even if Baron McCleary was dead…they had a duty to fight to the end as members of Hector.

Therefore…he didn’t encourage them to surrender in the first place.

Even if they fought back like animals trapped and hurt, Roman knew they had to be stopped now while Cairo had the advantage.

Simply being on opposite sides…was reason enough to be cruel.

At the sight of Roman unilaterally slaughtering the enemies, Cairo’s soldiers cheered and poured out of the castle all at once.

“Follow Roman Dmitry!”

“Kill all the remnants of Hector!”

They blocked the retreat.

The soldiers of Hector were cornered.

They sensed that they would not be able to return alive from this place.

Henry Albert.

By the time he arrived, the tide had already turned.

He had clearly heard that the 5th defense line was on the verge of collapse, but the scene before his eyes was completely different.

“W-what is this?”

Outside the castle…a one-sided massacre was taking place.

The soldiers of Cairo, who should have been taking advantage of the castle’s defenses, were attacking the enemy with faces full of vengeance, as if they were possessed.

How could this have happened?

He couldn’t understand it in his head.

One thing was certain: Roman Dmitry’s presence stood out even in the midst of the fierce battle.

‘Roman Dmitry is this strong?’

It was truly…an overwhelming presence.

The Hector soldiers, driven to the brink, desperately charged, but the moment they faced Roman, their limbs were torn apart without fail.

Numbers were virtually meaningless.

No matter how many charged, the result was always the same: death.

In the past…Henry had seen Ranker fight.

Even then, he thought Ranker was on a different level, but even the glorified memory of that being was nothing compared to Roman.

The sacred being who defeated Homerus.

At the young age of 25, Henry had confidently asserted that he would be weaker than the rumors suggested, but Roman Dmitry made him think that the rumors were actually an understatement.

And…Roman’s soldiers were also formidable.

Especially figures like Chris, Kevin, and Pooky showed a level of power that was hard to believe for ordinary soldiers.

It was now certain.

The situation was different from the reports.

The variable stemmed from Roman Dmitry.

‘I understand why my uncle told me to befriend Roman Dmitry at all costs.’

He swallowed hard.

His uncle was right.

Birth was not important.

Roman Dmitry…was a monster who would devour the Cairo Kingdom someday.

Henry hurriedly shouted to the soldiers who were still frozen in fear.

“Help Roman Dmitry right now! Abandon the other rabble and protect Roman as a top priority!”

Henry giving orders.

Even in the midst of all this, he followed the soldiers from the very back.

The situation was resolved.

The soldiers of Hector did not fight to the end.

In the fear that they might be annihilated, they abandoned their comrades and scattered in all directions.

In the process…most of them died.

Roman followed to the end and cut off the enemy’s breath, but there was no way to kill all the enemies who were fleeing simultaneously.

As the battle ended…Chris immediately ran to Roman.

“Chris and 30 others. No casualties.”

It was a fierce battle.

Fortunately, no one had died.

That didn’t mean everyone was safe.

Everyone basically had at least one wound, and some of the more severely injured had bright red flesh showing through their torn skin.

Even with such injuries, they didn’t groan.

Henderson, in particular, was probably not used to such large-scale battles, but he kept his mouth shut with a face covered in cold sweat.

“Good work. Use potions to heal your wounds.”

“Understood.”

There was no special praise.

But even that…was enough to shock Stephen, who was nearby.

‘…He supplied all the soldiers with potions?!’

Potion.

The healing potions produced by the Magic Tower boasted a considerable price even for the lowest grade.

And yet…Roman’s soldiers used the expensive potions without a second thought.

It looked like it was at least a mid-grade potion, and they poured the entire bottle into their wounds.

Sssssss.

The flesh burned and gave off a pungent smell.

The wounds healed quickly.

Stephen felt like he knew why the soldiers blindly trusted Roman Dmitry.

‘Overwhelming power, bold judgment, and a generous heart towards his soldiers. The trust between Roman Dmitry and his soldiers wasn’t just formed. Because he is this kind of person, they trust and follow him even if it means jumping into a fire pit.’

His admiration was short-lived.

Roman spoke to Stephen.

“You stay here to manage the battlefield and prepare for the second attack. And I need a soldier who is knowledgeable about the geography of the southern front.”

“……Are you planning to leave right away?”

“The war is not over yet. Even in this moment when we have found peace, soldiers of the Cairo Kingdom are dying elsewhere.”

The war had begun.

A single victory…does not mean victory in the war.

Roman’s eyes flashed fiercely.

“I have no intention of just watching Hector Kingdom trample on this land. I will not stop until I have killed all the Hector Kingdom bastards who have crossed the border.”

At those words…Stephen felt a chill run down his spine.

It was clear that Cairo was at a disadvantage in this fight.

The Hector Kingdom’s attack was a surprise, and the advantage of defending the castle was gone.

However…for some reason, he had a feeling that this man before him could really accomplish something great.

Roman shouted to the soldiers.

“I will give you 10 minutes from now. Prepare yourselves thoroughly for the journey.”

“Yes.”

Roman’s soldiers followed the order.

2 hours after the outbreak of the war…the 5th defense line succeeded in defending itself.

And that was the first variable that the Hector Kingdom had not anticipated, and the starting point for another variable.