The Heavenly Demon Can't Live a Normal Life

Chapter 276: Second Coming Of Heavenly Demon (8)

It was an incredibly strange sight. A human writhing in agony. The presence of Roman Dmitry, the source of his pain, rendered the battlefield surreal.

“…uh, uhhh, ughhh!”

The groaning wouldn’t stop. Although the fight had been fierce, it now seemed like he couldn’t feel anything more than a numbing pain.

Hannibal, the once mighty sword of Kronos, had met his end. The onlookers stared at the scene in fear and disbelief. The tales surrounding Roman Dmitry were plentiful.

Rumors circulated that he had slaughtered people when he defeated Barco, but he was merciful to those who followed him and even held parties for them.

Humans are two-sided. However, such an extreme tendency made people feel odd.

They could see the outside and inside of a fence now. At least those perceived as Roman’s enemies didn’t get to live as humans.

Beast.

Devil.

Despite being called something similar to those, he didn’t even care about it. In the first place, it wasn’t a fight for the sake of humans.

In the midst of a war fueled by killing intent, the Demonic Sect didn’t care about appearing nice or considerate in the eyes of others.

It was a kill-or-be-killed situation. The world they inhabited was nothing more than a savage jungle, and it mercilessly punished those like Hannibal, who were notorious for torturing people to death.

And finally, Hannibal’s body went limp. Roman Dmitry stood up from his spot, running his hand through his blood-soaked hair.

“The war isn’t over yet. So, what are you watching?”

Drip. Drip.

Drops of blood dripped down from the ends of his hair.

With eyes trembling, Duke Bamford asked, knowing that it was Hannibal’s blood, who had been alive and well until now.

“…there is a concept called kindness, even on the battlefield. Are you capable of committing such an act in front of everyone and dealing with the aftermath? In the future, your people will be captured by Kronos and endure even greater suffering. What you have done now has undeniably crossed the line.”

“Nonsense.”

Roman Dmitry chuckled at the comment.

Those who were defeated on the Western Front were captured and thrown into hell. Roman Dmitry wasn’t accustomed to showing mercy to enemies for the sake of a peaceful death.

The journey toward death is undoubtedly painful. Once you step onto the battlefield, you must accept the consequences of your choices.

However, one should never lament the decision they’ve made. War would surely bring victory, and they would be repaid for their suffering in an unforgettable manner, even in death.

Roman said,

“The enemies I defined are not humans. If you choose to challenge me with your sword, know that a graceful death is not an option. If you don’t come to me, I will go to you.”

He took a single step.

It was only one step, but despite just one person advancing, the soldiers of Kronos trembled, raising their weapons in fear.

Roman Dmitry’s words and actions instilled fear in them. No other being had taken such a step against Kronos.

At that moment…

“Giga Lightning.”

Flash.

Kwakwakwang!

This ray of light fell upon Roman Dmitry’s head.

Kwakwakwang!

The entire world flashed. As the powerful surge turned everything white, Duke Bamford momentarily believed Roman would perish.

However,

“To endure this, Roman Dmitry must not be an ordinary human.”

It was Sefir. He suddenly manifested a 6-circle magic spell and found Roman Dmitry in the space where the Giga Lightning fell.

Sefir observed the intense battle between Roman and the Kronos warriors. His plan was to confirm the truth about the rumors, and he was able to confirm that this human was indeed powerful.

Now, everything was clear. Roman Dmitry was undoubtedly the greatest swordsman on the continent.

As of now, he had encountered numerous aura swordsmen, but none had reached the same level as Roman Dmitry.

Even the top-ranked person in Kronos wouldn’t make such an appearance. He would never be able to show power like this.

Pat-

Roman Dmitry successfully broke through the spell. And upon witnessing this, Sefir exclaimed,

“I was curious about this being called Roman Dmitry at first. It was truly amazing to see this guy, who was bold enough to declare war against the Kronos Empire and win every time, unlike those who fought against Kronos without knowing their place. But now that I’ve seen him, I think I can understand those who were defeated by him. It wouldn’t be easy to win against this monster.”

Rumble.

An 8-circle magic shimmered. It was even questionable whether this power truly existed in reality.

However, Sefir was such a being. The reason Duke Bamford was confident in his victory over Dmitry was his trust in Sefir, not some aura swordsman or Hannibal.

The 8th circle mage was the most powerful.

Even with Roman Dmitry displaying overwhelming strength, this mage was an equally formidable monster.

Rumble.

Rumbleee.

Magic erupted. With the power to consume the world, Sefir manifested its presence.

“From now on, I will acknowledge Roman Dmitry’s existence and give it my all. Hold on.”

Pat.

As the circle spun, black magic surged forth. In that instant…

“Revival.”

That was the forbidden magic that could be found in ancient history books.

Clack.

“Kuaak!”

“Ackkk!”

The corpses awakened. The Knights of the Kronos Empire, along with the soldiers slain by Roman Dmitry, crudely lifted the bodies.

They were no longer in their human forms. Thick blood was oozing from their wounds, and they had vacant, lifeless eyes. That’s all they were.

Revival wasn’t labeled forbidden without reason. Then the beings, who were once aura swordsmen, rushed at Sefir’s command and raised their auras.

Rumble.

Grrrr.

A storm of aura emerged from all directions. Hannibal, with just one leg and a broken arm, was dragging himself alongside hundreds of troops attacking Roman Dmitry simultaneously.

Sefir didn’t bother to assist Hannibal, knowing the power of Revival. The renowned strong men of Kronos held no importance to him.

And then…

Puak.

Roman Dmitry swung his sword, tearing through the rushing dead.

Kwang!

Rumble.

“An interesting trick.”

The ability to revive the dead was familiar to him. In the Central Plains, there were those who dealt with the dead, such as Gangshis, but they didn’t pose a threat to the Demonic Sect.

They were the ones who died because they were weak. No matter how many of them there were, including the dead, he just had to kill them.

Pat.

He kicked the ground. He cut down the dead who were rushing towards him and hurried towards Sefir.

And looking at that scene, Sefir gradually gathered his strength.

“Fury of the Heavens.”

Flash.

Rumble!

Dark clouds billowed. A cluster of lightning flashed across the sky and rained down, obstructing Roman Dmitry’s vision.

Kwang!

Kwakwakwang!

The entire land was being struck. This was not an attack that a normal human body could withstand, and even Roman Dmitry knew that this mage possessed extraordinary power.

The mages were a group that harnessed the energy of nature. The power of disasters being controlled by humans was so intense that the Central Plains couldn’t handle it.

The mages reached the realm of Gods. And in his previous life, Roman Dmitry had surpassed the limits of being human.

‘Heavenly Demon Sword Technique, first part of the second form.’

There was an illusion. Then his mana raged. The aura rose from the tip of his toes and surged through Roman’s sword.

Flash.

Rumble.

Slash.

Explosive aura and lightning collided, and the formless lightning was torn apart. This was shocking, even for Sefir.

He had never heard of a sword being able to cut down on magic. Moreover, 8-circle magic wasn’t something humans could even handle.

And Roman Dmitry appeared from the lightning. For the first time, Sefir showed a look of shock, and he immediately manifested double casting.

“Flare, Blink.”

Kwang!

Rumble.

He held the powerful firepower in check and moved his body at the same time.

However, Sefir was unaware of one thing. He didn’t know that the flame attribute would be ineffective against Roman Dmitry, nor did he know that Blink’s keen senses would be detected.

Suddenly, Sefir’s body materialized 10 meters away. However, as soon as he caught sight of Roman Dmitry emerging through the flame, he realized his mistake.

Wheik.

Whoosh.

Flames and lightning surrounded Roman. Meanwhile, the undead creatures raised by Revival were unable to match Roman Dmitry’s speed.

In a situation that would only happen to normal mages, Sefir reacted immediately.

“Death Hand.”

Kwang!

Kwakwakang!

Palms rose from the floor like thorns, pressing down on Roman Dmitry’s body. Then Sefir’s eyes turned black.

He continued to unleash dark magic as he assumed the form of a Shadow. Then, with concentrated mana, he pointed his finger.

“Die.”

The 8-circle magic spell Fury of the Heavens was compressed. The intense bursts of light transformed into slamming spheres that detonated upon impact.

Flash.

Space was lost. In the wake of the light’s path, devastation reigned.

Kwakwakwang!

The air trembled, and the ground tremored. The soldiers of the Kronos Empire, who encircled the area, were left speechless by the unfolding chaos.

It was a power surpassing mortal boundaries. Sefir demonstrated the might of an 8-circle mage in Roman Dmitry’s presence.

In that instant,

Wheik.

The wind blew, and Roman emerged from the white light.

He took the 6th step.

“This is the first part of the second form of the Heavenly Demon Sword Technique.”

Kwang!

Rumble.

Mana raged. Sefir had a hunch that he would die the moment he would get hit by this attack.

When he reached the 8-circle level, Sefir felt like he had become God. The strong people that people spoke of weren’t even close to his feet, and they were confident that Hannibal was nothing to him.

So he was selected to confront Roman Dmitry. He thought that with his 8-circle power, he could annihilate the Western Front and possibly triumph over Roman Dmitry. That was unquestionable.

And even as he witnessed Hannibal’s demise, Sefir remained indifferent to the situation.

Rumble.

Magic surged even stronger.

Death.

For the first time in a century, his mind was plagued with alarms. He opened his eyes and looked at Roman Dmitry. He couldn’t comprehend how someone like him, who had barely lived for 30 years, could possess greater strength.

What was certain was that he was a natural enemy of mages. The 8-circle magic was diminished, and the power of flames was penetrated. Even Blink couldn’t deceive Roman Dmitry’s sharp eyes.

It was a mistake in judgment. To overcome this man, Kronos had to unleash all their strength simultaneously.

Because he had attained such great heights, he made the logical decision that Roman Dmitry could be defeated with 8-circle magic.

‘I will perish if this persists.’

His eyes turned white.

Link.

His consciousness drifted into the depths of the abyss.

‘I am sorry. I was going to use this against that girl, but I have to use it now.’

He didn’t even wait for permission. With a force that sliced through his body, Sefir unleashed his mana.

“Congratulations. You are the first to be acknowledged.”

Kwang!

Rumble.

There was an explosion of magic, and the space trembled. A black hole-like space was created in the crack of the warped dimension, and a potent surge coursed through, seemingly devouring everything in its vicinity.

Even Roman Dmitry found no escape from its pull.

Sefir and Roman Dmitry.

Thus, the pair were drawn into the abyss of shadows.