The Demon Cant Live - Chapter 277
277: Truth About Kronos (1)
It was the opposite. It was cold, and he got used to it. Roman Dmitry embraced the change without losing control as the world twisted and morphed.
Amidst the prolonged darkness, a vibrant purple light extended in all directions. Upon entering this unfamiliar realm, Roman Dmitry beheld a desolate world cloaked in deep purple.
“…to endure the strain without holy power nearby. I assumed you were not an ordinary mortal.”
It was Sefir. The mage with white hair was in a state of complete disarray, his body torn apart by the aftermath of the aura. However…
Pssssh.
Intense energy and dark mana started to circulate as his body began to heal. Simultaneously, the magic’s power grew stronger. Simply existing in this space granted him boundless strength, while Roman Dmitry found himself growing weaker.
A being that harnessed holy power. It was a trap set to eliminate him, yet Roman Dmitry inadvertently forced Sefir to use his secret attack.
The plan shifted. If Sefir was going to go against Roman Dmitry, then it would be worth killing him in this manner.
“The people of the Salamander Continent admire aura. They speak of its strength and power, but those who are familiar with the world and its reality understand how insignificant that power truly is. However, what is the nature of the aura that you wield? It is unlike anything we are aware of. No one has ever demonstrated an aura capable of penetrating 8-circle magic.”
Wheik.
Rumble.
Magic started to surge, pulling up with an incredible force. This immense mana flowed from every direction, unlike anything ever seen before.
“Roman Dmitry, the more I learn about you, the more I realize how unpredictable you are. You weren’t this powerful when you first meddled with our plans, but in such a short time, you have made astonishing progress. I truly acknowledge your existence. That’s why I, Sefir, along with everyone else, will do whatever it takes to eliminate you.”
Psssh.
Shadows emerged around him, slowly taking shape. They resembled the shadows he had encountered previously, but this time they possessed a more bestial form, with their entire bodies shrouded in darkness.
Initially, only a few shadows could be seen, but as time passed, their numbers grew to hundreds, then thousands, overflowing the area.
This particular space was Sefir’s world. He tapped into his dormant powers, which he seldom used, in order to confront Roman Dmitry.
“It’s enjoyable.”
Roman Dmitry chuckled.
Salamander. There was a special secret in the fantasy world. The darkness, hidden from the world, was using Kronos to carry out its plans, and his actions were getting in the way.
The Kronos Empire was unaware of the truth. The information available provided no clue about Sefir’s identity or the nature of this world.
One thing was certain, it was frustrating. Sefir had a confident attitude, believing in his victory.
Roman Dmitry found it disagreeable. Sefir was enraged. When Roman Dmitry showed this relaxed look, he unleashed all of his mana at once with a face distorted like a demon.
“How dare you look so calm, Roman Dmitry?! You won’t escape from here alive! The Fury of Heaven!”
Rumble!
The magic burst. It was completely different from before. The lightning that fell from the sky had immense destructive power, with dark clouds blending with the purple sky, creating a terrifying sight.
Simultaneously, all the shadows charged forward. This time, he attempted to conclude the skirmish to prevent Roman from getting away.
Rumble.
Rumble.
The whole world illuminated, and Roman observed the scene as he gripped his sword tightly.
And…
Thud.
Seventh step.
This violet energy encircled Roman Dmitry as he confronted the lightning directly.
‘Second form of the second half of the Heavenly Demon Sword technique.’
At that…
Flash.
Kwakwakwakwakwang!
The blow was done by Baek Joong-hyuk, the unstoppable Heavenly Demon of Murim.
The clash between them was a forbidden fight in this realm. A single strike didn’t lead to victory, and the conclusion was only reached after the fierce clash ceased.
It was Sefir who knelt down. Countless shadows were slain, and Sefir, who had increased his power, was steadily dissipating into black smoke.
Pssssh.
“N-no, that’s impossible.”
A defeat?
He couldn’t believe it. He was invincible in this realm. With his strength, he was certain that not even holy-powered beings could survive.
But now, everything seemed meaningless. A single strike from Roman Dmitry, aimed at the descending lightning, shocked Sefir.
It was over. He knelt down, his gaze fixed on Roman Dmitry.
Clench!
His head was seized. Clenching his entire face so tightly that his eyes couldn’t even see, Roman said,
“Kronos has already equipped itself with the power to conquer the continent, but why haven’t they revealed their true intentions? I need to know why they can’t fulfill their ambition to conquer the continent and why they’re moving their troops now. It isn’t because of what I did. What I did was just act as a catalyst, so there must be a special reason.”
He was determined to uncover the truth behind the darkness. The Flame Demon, which could even terrify those from the Murim realm, possessed a dangerous ability that could peer into the minds of humans.
The problem was that this power was something Roman couldn’t wield carelessly.
If he glimpsed into someone else’s thoughts, there was a strong possibility that they would intertwine with his own, rendering him immobile. Thus, he only had a brief window of about three seconds to delve into another person’s mind.
But despite understanding the risks, the reward outweighed them. In those precious three seconds, he yearned to uncover the information residing within Sefir’s thoughts.
Clench.
He tightened his grip on Sefir’s head.
As Sefir struggled, Roman’s eyes turned black.
Wheik.
His brain went haywire. As the world expanded, some of the information from Sefir’s brain leaked out.
[Sven]
[Mystic]
[Sefir]
They were names. This solid iron castle formed above Sefir’s head, and he couldn’t confirm the truth beyond the dark curtain that enveloped it. At best, all he could gather was superficial information.
He was trying to gather information but couldn’t stop himself from wanting more.
[…]
At that very moment, Roman Dmitry’s eyes became distant, and something completely unexpected occurred.
Roman Dmitry vanished, and the battlefield descended into chaos.
Then Duke Bamford, who was initially bewildered, quickly understood what had happened and issued orders.
“Sefir will deal with Roman Dmitry! All troops, attack!”
The circumstances had shifted. In the absence of Roman Dmitry, things were different. The soldiers of Kronos trembled as they witnessed Hannibal’s death, knowing that the source of their fear had disappeared at Duke Bamford’s command.
There was no reason for them to feel afraid now.
Kronos boasted an army of 300,000, while Dmitry and Cairo combined had a smaller number than that.
Even with the deaths of Hannibal and the other aura swordsmen, this was the perfect opportunity to secure victory in the war.
“Attack!”
“Now! Slay those bastards from Dmitry!”
The enemies rushed in, filling the soldiers of Cairo with fear and making them pale. Their source of hope wasn’t here. As the thought of defeat took over their minds, fear of death emerged.
But then…
“Soldiers of Dmitry, follow me!”
It was Chris.
He stepped forward.
Raising his aura, he bravely rushed towards the wave of enemies alone, without hesitation.
Kwaang!
“Kuak!”
The two armies clashed. Chris’s sword gracefully flashed, severing the heads of a dozen soldiers as he fearlessly charged into the enemy’s ranks.
Roman Dmitry used to tell him that in a situation where he wouldn’t be present, Chris should act as the commander.
To rectify the frenzied state of the troops, more than mere words were required. It was imperative for him to display overpowering force, like Roman Dmitry.
Chris aspired to emulate his leadership.
“I am Chris of Dmitry!”
Rumble!
Kwaang!
Every swing of the sword resulted in spilled blood. The enemies were ordinary soldiers equipped with aura, but none of them possessed the skill to block Diego’s sword.
Chris’s presence was minuscule compared to Diego’s. Despite the large number of 300,000 troops that filled the wide plains, it appeared empty around Diego as corpses piled up.
One step.
Two steps.
And then the path opened up.
At Chris’s display of force, Dmitry’s soldiers also raised their voices.
“Follow Chris!”
“We, the invincible Dmitry, always emerge victorious!”
Barco.
The Southern Front.
Kronos.
Valhalla.
The soldiers who followed Roman Dmitry and achieved victory every time refused to acknowledge the harsh reality. The situation didn’t matter.
How could they accept it? How would the strong individuals who always solve problems even comprehend this? Through their extensive experience, they understand what truly matters.
And thus, they pushed onward. Even if their comrade’s head was blown right next to them, the Dmitry soldiers’ eyes were shining brightly.
One soldier was cutting down a dozen. Even when the enemy’s weapons were touching them, their mouths roared, and their eyes glistened, eager to see blood until their enemies fell.
On the battlefield, soldiers were just casualties. Their lives would end there, but they had faith that Roman would take care of their families.
Roman Dmitry.
The Lord of Dmitry was such a person. Their firm faith burned fiercely, never faltering, even against the 300,000 troops.
And Chris, together with Dmitry’s demons, made their presence known.
Puak!
Puak! Puak!
“Kuak!”
“Ack!”
In the midst of enemy territory, Kevin was rushing in.
Unlike Chris, who held his ground and pushed forward, Kevin darted between gaps and killed people at random. Thanks to his use of the Heavenly Demon Sword technique, his body was far from normal.
The mana was boiling within him, pushing him to his limit, but he had no intention of conserving any for emergencies.
Dmitry’s Sword.
The significance of his existence. Kevin, having pledged to live as his sword, unleashed his terrifying presence and ruthlessly slaughtered anyone he perceived as an enemy.
His presence was overpowering. Like a blood-crazed man, the uncontrollable monster indiscriminately cut down all those he deemed enemies of Dmitry.
Slash.
Slash
And slash again. Kevin’s face was smeared with blood as he forged a path, cutting down hundreds of enemies.
The Ghost of Dmitry exceeded all expectations.
Duke Bamford, who observed this, was astounded.
‘Did Dmitry possess such immense potential?’
Dmitry and Kronos. Their power gap was nearly threefold or more.
It was an absurd battle, where one soldier had to face three if you use basic math calculations. However, Dmitry’s determination added tension to the situation.
Fortunately, over half of the opposing soldiers hailed from Cairos. The soldiers from Cairos were just as skilled as Dmitry.
He acknowledged them. Dmitry was formidable. With only a small parcel of land, they constructed this extraordinary army.
And thus, he felt fortunate because he now understood the truth.
Now that Sefir had departed with Roman, he deemed this a golden opportunity. An opportunity he wouldn’t have again.
If Dmitry couldn’t be brought down now, Kronos would inevitably face a far more dire situation.
“Mages of Kronos, unleash your strength! Eliminate the enemies by any means necessary!”
Wheik.
The mages of Kronos unleashed their immense power.
Then explosive mana burst forth from all directions. Even in Sefir’s absence, the power of Kronos undeniably demonstrated its status as the greatest force on the continent.
And then, in that instant.
As the magic surged, the world turned blindingly white.
“Cease now!”
Flash!
Rumble.
Pure white light fell from the sky, and a pure white knight, surrounded by pillars of light, appeared in front of the people.
