The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live a Normal Life

Chapter 243: Deadly Kill (3)

Flash.

The world brightened. And during the short time that the lightning spread, Roman Dmitry could be seen charging at the black mages.

“Hold.”

“Entangle.”

Wheik.

Swish.

The black mages unleashed their black magic. A force of suppression instantly caught Roman Dmitry’s movement, and the ground below him began to spew out dead tree trunks that grew huge and tried to wrap themselves around him.

It wasn’t just that. While some of them held down Roman Dmitry, the others used their magic to manifest attacks.

“Dark Lightning.”

“Dark Flame.”

Grrrng.

Wheik.

Wheeik.

Magic and sword aura. People usually say that aura swordsmen have the advantage in sparring where the two people are of the same level, but in a many-vs-one match, the synergy of a mage increases. It wasn’t simply a result of 1+1 = 2, but a synergy that produced a result of 1+1 = 4.

In front of their eyes, hell unfolded. It was clear that the momentary suppression caused by the Hold would slow down Roman Dmitry. However…

Pat!

0.1 second. Roman Dmitry immediately released the aura of suppression that struck his body and used the tree trunks that were rushing at him like monster tentacles instead.

It was a shocking situation for the black mages. He was able to destroy Hold so easily, and then a series of magic attacks all fell to the ground.

Kwang.

Rumble!

At that moment, Roman Dmitry broke through the blast and dug into the space. Even before one of the mages could react, his lightning-fast sword blew the mage’s head off.

Flash.

“Stop it!”

“Dark Arrow.”

Pababak.

Magic exploded in all directions. The magic of the black mages that attacked Roman Dmitry made an unpleasant sound that was similar to that of a demon. Dark Arrows began to shower in from all sides, and Dark Flames rose through the surroundings, blocking them from retreating.

Moreover, they tried the power of suppression again. In a direct confrontation, it was practically impossible for just one aura swordsman to deal with so many mages. It was the realm of common sense. However, Roman Dmitry broke through the boundary.

After grasping the principles of magic, no mana that could pierce through his body could survive for even a second. At the same time, he moved boldly. Since there was no escape route, he pierced through the space engulfed with flames while protecting his body by raising his mana.

Wheik.

Roar.

His body was caught on fire. The fire was only on the surface since his body was protected by aura, and Roman Dmitry’s gaze was fixed on the mages.

“Blink.”

Flash.

The black mages were gone. They were now at a distance of 10 meters. Then they fled to a distance of around 50 meters at once. The black mages thought that they had secured a safe distance from Roman Dmitry, but as soon as their vision returned to normal, they saw someone right in front of their eyes.

Roman Dmitry perfectly followed their movements. In a situation where normal beings couldn’t grasp the flow of mana, Roman Dmitry saw exactly where their bodies were moving.

Felix and the mages of the Magic Tower were not weak beings. Just like the black mages, they had their own roles, and they took advantage of their magic, but Roman’s ability didn’t allow any loopholes. If they restricted his movements, he would break them all down.

Magic spells that could move through space were meaningless since Roman knew where they would move. So they said that, without a doubt, Roman Dmitry was the true enemy of the mages. Despite seeing it with their own eyes and experiencing it themselves, they couldn’t understand how he destroyed their magic so quickly.

And it was the same this time too.

Flash.

He slashed down a black mage. Even though his body parts hadn’t fully formed after the teleportation, some exposed parts were torn down at once. It was a shocking sight. And it was at the moment when Roman Dmitry was about to pounce on another prey….

Kwang!

Rumble!

A huge flame rose and attacked Roman Dmitry.

It was truly a shocking power for a flame to have. Then the mage who used the high-level magic showed their presence from a distant location.

“Roman Dmitry. This is where the mess you created ends.”

Wheik.

Flicker.

Dark flames swirled around him. The magic he was using was a 6-circle magic. It was impossible to block it completely, and it showed tremendous attack power to spread over his body and burn him in an instant.

The black mage casted magic. He looked around in the darkness and instantly confirmed that he could sense a presence within his ‘Flame,’ and that didn’t make sense.

The Dark Flames were powerful enough to burn everything down. Even if Roman Dmitry was the monster that defeated Barbossa, he didn’t get the chance to avoid the spell, so surviving inside it was impossible.

However, the reality in front of him didn’t make sense. A being that slowly stepped out of the flames appeared, engulfed in the flames of darkness.

Wheik.

Wheik.

The 6-circle fire attack should have burned his body. Roman Dmitry could have dodged the attack, but he deliberately didn’t do that.

“Kronos Empire. How arrogant you must be. It wasn’t enough that you invaded the Valhalla Empire’s lands. Now you even reveal the existence of your black mages without another thought. Are you certain of your victory, or are you that sure that there would be no problem that would arise from this? Well, whatever it is, your decision has been wrong.”

The reason why the mages of Phoenix were defeated wasn’t because of Roman’s ability to destroy their magic. In the first place, in terms of attributes, Roman Dmitry possessed powers that the mages couldn’t understand.

The flames of the Flame Demon. The powerful force that resided within his body endowed him with an overwhelming affinity for fire. Roman Dmitry, who was already strong and untouchable in the face of fire, was reborn as an existence impervious to the flame of the 6-circle magic as he accepted the flame.

That was to say that they were the perfect nemesis. It wasn’t to the extent that each of their strengths and weaknesses felt right together, but Roman Dmitry was like a castle that couldn’t be broken into.

“If you want to live, fight until the end.”

Swish.

He kicked the ground, and the magic of the black mages exploded. Roman Dmitry confirmed that he could handle the flames, yet he had this thought in the back of his mind that a human body could not endure it until the end.

Perfect immunity didn’t exist. In the end, the magic used by the black mages was just weak, and if they used more magic, the situation would be inevitably different.

Then the other mages helped. It was a battle of strength and power. Seeing Roman Dmitry attack from the front, the black mages terrifyingly increased their attacks.

“Fire Storm.”

Wheik.

Roar.

A 7-circle magic. It was another strong flame attack. The magic that was raging from the mage showed how much he wanted Roman Dmitry to die this time.

Kwaang!

Rumble!

The flames raged. It was a sight that even Roman Dmitry’s men who were fighting got stunned at, and all the surrounding bushes were burned black.

The Emperor of Kronos summoned the Demons of the Abyss. They were beings that used black mana. And with Roman Dmitry not being protected by Valhalla, they were sure that the man would never be able to stop their attacks.

In addition, there were numerous shadows and black mages. This wasn’t just an assassination. It had enough power to destroy a small nation. And if this were a battlefield, the Fire Storm would have wiped out thousands of troops. It was an overwhelming force, but it couldn’t defeat a single person, Roman Dmitry.

Swish.

The flames raged. Even as the surroundings burned and the ground collapsed, Roman Dmitry continued to move through the flames. The 7-circle flames couldn’t pierce his aura. Roman Dmitry’s resistance also affected his aura and showed great power, at least against the flames.

As the other black mages were desperate, they used more magic. They tried their best to stop Roman Dmitry, but at some point, he appeared right in front of them. And then…

Flash.

The moment he looked at him, the black mage’s body was cut, with red blood spilling out.

The death of their leader changed things. As soon as Roman Dmitry killed their leader, the shadows quickly fled, even without a signal being given.

It was a strange sight. The number of the shadows was overwhelming, but they judged that they had no more chance of winning this.

However, Roman Dmitry chased after them. He followed them to cut off their breath.

Swish.

Slash.

The shadows turned around to counterattack, and the last counterattack was for them to somehow try to escape, but that ended in failure, and their bodies were cut off with a dagger.

It was an instant massacre. When Roman Dmitry slaughtered the shadows, the shadows couldn’t do anything to resist and felt helpless. The situation changed, and the assassins were being driven to death.

Valhalla and Kronos. They were sure that he couldn’t survive the overt assassination, but the results that were so immediate felt shocking.

Kronos was an obvious enemy. Roman Dmitry didn’t take matters into his own hands, nor did he offer them the option to surrender. He was just showing what would happen to those beings who were hostile to him.

Either they would kill him, or he would kill them. The moment the assassins showed their intent to kill, the human mercy that people expected was thrown out the window. Just like when he killed Barco.

In this fight, not just Valhalla but the whole continent was watching, and Roman Dmitry proved what Dmitry was in a ridiculously unreasonable fight.

This was the last time. At the sight of the last shadow he could see, he cut off both of his arms without stopping his breath.

Pat.

The balance of the shadow fell, and the shadow, whose arms had been cut off, showed how miserable he was as he slammed to the ground. At that moment…

Clench.

He trampled on his head. Suppressing the shadow so he couldn’t raise his head, Roman Dmitry let out a cold voice.

“Tell your Emperor this. Dmitry is far from here. If he wants to kill me, now is his chance.”

Because Roman had lived the life of a predator, he knew Kronos’s thoughts. He would never, despite a shocking defeat, forget his murderous intentions against him.

The situation was sorted out. Chris approached and reported the situation.

“Since we prepared in advance, the damage on our side wasn’t that big, but almost half the warriors of Valhalla died. Still, thanks to their help, the damage we would have received was reduced. If they hadn’t helped us, we would have taken more damage.”

The warriors of Valhalla were brave. Even knowing that their attacks wouldn’t work against the shadows, they fought until the end as they shouted for Valhalla.

Being born into a battle-loving nation, they thought that they should risk their lives to send Roman Dmitry back to his home. In addition, because of their reckless nature, they had no choice but to suffer a lot of damage.

However, Sanchez and his warriors did not despair. What was more important than the fact that half of them died was the victory that came at the cost of half of their sacrifice.

Roman Dmitry said,

“Recover the bodies. We will conduct a simple cremation for the dead and then move to the trading city.”

“I understand. But there is something the Lord needs to confirm.”

Chris’s words gave off a strange vibe. Rather than being joyful about their victory, he showed concern about something.

So Roman moved. At the place where Chris guided him, the person who seemed to be the head of the black mages was there with a pale face. However…

‘A familiar face.’

Suddenly, memories flooded his mind. Felix had spoken about it before.

“In order to master Burning, one needs a strong affinity with the flame attribute. Usually, there are special occasions for gaining an affinity for fire. And my teacher said that he acquired an affinity for fire after suffering a terrible accident when he was young. As proof, half of his face was covered with burns. If one is searching for our missing teacher, they could identify him through those marks.”

It was only mentioned once, yet he remembered it.

The corpse of the black mage—exactly half of his face was covered in burn marks.

He was sure of it. The identity of the black mage was that of the former master of the Phoenix Magic Tower, who had disappeared.