The Heavenly Demon Can't Live a Normal Life Chapter 169

Published at 23rd of November 2021 05:35:41 AM

Cairo First Sword (4)

Quiet rumble.

The world shook.

People were thrown backwards in shock, and the result could not be seen with the naked eye in the thick cloud of dust.

This was not a human battle.

The people covered in dust looked around with shocked faces.

Whew.

The wind blew.

At first glance, people opened their eyes.

dump.

" Cool."

Count Nicholas knelt down on one knee.

Even with blood dripping from his mouth and nose, he raised his head and looked at the man in front of him.

'You mean I lost?'

just clash.

Count Nicholas did his best.

In the face-to-face confrontation, he was convinced that it was the number of victory (必勝), but Roman Dmitry did not back down and fought back from the front.

The result was what it is today.

Even with his own blow that he had accumulated over 60 years, he was unable to defeat Roman Dmitry and was vomiting blood.

The corners of my eyes trembled.

Seeing Roman looking down at him with an innocent face, Count Nicholas felt miserable.

'finished.'

The match was decided.

Roman Dmitry's victory.

It was his turn to admit defeat, but Count Nicholas forced his trembling legs to stand upright.

dripping, dripping.

Blood was dripping from his arm.

His entire body did not listen, but he clenched his teeth and raised his sword.

" Continue."

The voice cracked.

Attitude to accept victory.

He said that was his virtue as a swordsman, but Count Nicholas could not accept the reality, even if he was poor.

on your own back.

The royal family of Cairo is enshrined.

In his head, he accepted the fact that he was clearly defeated, but he could not kneel when he considered the reality that would befall the Cairo royal family in the future.

I didn't know exactly what to do.

He lost his role as a supporter by showing his weakness, but all he had to do for the past 60 years was to fight with a sword.

fighting to the end.

It was his best.

The heavy eyelids forced him to give up, but as he swallowed the blood, he forcibly regained consciousness.

"Why are you doing that?"

It was Roman Dmitry.

Count Nicholas' Strike.

It was threatening.

He was able to win by using herbivore in the middle of the Celestial Swordsmanship, but Count Nicholas was by far the best among the swordsmen he had faced.

If I hadn't met Butler.

If I hadn't had one year of reorganization time. Against a flaming fire horse, Roman Dmitry could not have been so unharmed.

finally.

The winner was himself.

He pierced through the fire and trampled on Cairo's first sword with force.

Count Nicholas laughed weakly.

" Why are you doing that? Isn't that natural? I am Cairo's best sword. Even if it is horribly broken, even the will cannot be broken."

The voice kept losing power.

this defeat.

It wasn't beautiful.

Count Nicholas was stained with blood, and contrary to his reputation, he was poor.

But what to do?

If the sword was already broken, even if it was definitely broken, he had to show his will.

"Just finish this."

bump

he smashed the ground

It was too slow.

As he rushed, blood was splattered on the ground, and he looked precarious as if he was about to collapse by himself.

Roman laughed.

'Richard Nicholas.'

he was a nice guy

The girder of Cairo.

I won't kill him.

However, in the process of generational change, he did not intend to show any kind of mercy.

Roman sent a message.

At the words Roman sent through Mana, Count Nicholas, who was running towards Roman, opened his eyes.

That moment.

flash.

Whoops!

A sword that cuts right through the chest.

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

Count Nicholas's eyes lost focus, and collapsed in the same posture as he was running.

dump-

Cairo's best sword.

It was the end of the giant who commanded an era.

* * *

It was the end of a long journey.

Watching Count Nicholas stained with blood, Willas said in a trembling voice.

" With this, Roman Dmitry became the No. 1 ranking in the Cairo Kingdom."

shocking results.

No one cheered.

In the overwhelming match, people only looked at Count Nicholas and Roman alternately with lost faces.

Willas too.

I couldn't hide my shock.

Even as he purely enjoyed the public ranking match, he could not accept today's result.

'This is nonsense.'

Roman Dmitry.

It is the subject of the express boundary.

Because of his tremendous talent, he was growing at a rapid pace, so the Knafuls of the Valhalla Empire kept a close eye on Roman's movements.

From 99th to 2nd place. The act of defeating the rankers of Cairo drew admiration.

He had no choice but to acknowledge Roman Dmitry's skills, but he did not consider him to be the opponent of Count Nicholas.

According to Valhalla sources.

Count Nicholas is stronger than he was five years ago.

No matter how much Roman Dmitry flew and crawled, according to the data, it was impossible to defeat Count Nicholas.

By the way.

Roman won.

overwhelmingly too.

Seeing him press down in a face-to-face confrontation, Willas seemed to lose his mind the entire time he watched the showdown.

'Did we underestimate Roman Dmitry? No, that's not the problem. No matter how high Roman Dmitry's limits were, that monster only surpassed them. Alas, a monster has appeared in the Cairo Kingdom. Roman Dmitry, even if he was born in the Valhalla Empire, would have caused a huge uproar.'

My heart was pounding.

Count Nicholas.

In Valhalla, he did not occupy the top rank.

However, the fact that a man in his mid-20s defeated him was worth paying attention to the phenomenal rate of growth.

"I will finish the public ranking match."

hurriedly left the place.

The results of the ranking match?

That didn't matter.

Now it was my turn to contact my home country quickly.

What happened here in Cairo had to be communicated to the leaders of Valhalla.

'Roman Dmitry is no longer a subject to stand by. If he adheres to the attitude that he is not interested in naturalization... .'

fatal (必殺).

If you can't embrace it as an ally.

Roman Dmitry was something that should never be saved.

* * *

end the fight

Roman headed to the palace.

With the fact that he had defeated Count Nicholas, it was time to announce the fact that he was Cairo's greatest sword.

By the way.

On the way to the royal house, there was a crowd blocking Roman's front.

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He was Marquis Benedict.

nobles, including him.

They appeared in groups.

The troops of each family filled the streets, and the general public hid themselves in a hurry from the fierce momentum they exuded.

The atmosphere was not serious.

The Marquis Benedict, who had been looking at Roman Dmitry for the past year with loving eyes, showed a cold expression when he faced Roman Dmitry.

"Watching the fall of Count Nicholas gave me complicated thoughts. Was it stupid that I didn't expect, or was it that you deliberately didn't reveal your power? I thought it was the latter."

Meantime.

The Marquis Benedict believed he could control Roman Dmitry.

Roman's power wasn't that great, so even after giving him a year, he didn't have much to worry about.

As a result.

Count Nicholas has fallen.

The Dmitry family formed a coalition in the northeast area, and Roman Dmitry proved that he was stronger than Count Nicholas, whom the nobles were wary of.

This is simply not an acceptable result.

What he believed he could control, it turned out to be just a manifestation of the power he could control.

It was crazy.

Roman Dmitry was a fox.

I didn't know that, but I didn't know that I would make fun of myself so much.

'Roman Dmitry didn't need a year of preparation in the first place. It must have been that he needed some time to clean up Dmitry under the pretext of taking a proper challenge before the public rankings. from the beginning until now. Roman Dmitry showed what I could handle. In the end, I was convinced that Roman Dmitry had no choice but to obey me, thinking that he was from the outskirts and was an individual.'

Now it was different.

Roman Dmitry gained strength.

From now on, if you put your mind to it, it is not impossible to form a force or to fight against the aristocratic faction.

so that.

troops were summoned.

Even though Kairos was the responsibility of the royal family, the guards gladly opened the gates.

said Marquis Benedict.

1 year ago. You said you would choose after all the public ranked matches are over. Say the answer now. Are you going to follow the aristocracy after me, or will you make a different choice? If you choose the former, I will accept you as you are, but if you choose the latter, you will have to pay the price for what you received from me."

Moments of acceptance.

It came back with malice.

The Marquis Benedict said in a firm voice.

"Choose. What is your decision?"

finally.

The moment of choice has come.

* * *

The life of Baek Joong-hyuk.

It was the same back then.

As he struggled to live, at some point, he faced a moment of choice as Baek Joong-hyuk.

"Junghyuk. I will become the absolute supreme of the Cheonma Shintoism. In the meantime, I have treated you as a brother, but from now on, your choices will determine our relationship. Come on, choose Will you enjoy wealth and honor for the rest of your life by my side, or will you remain my enemy?"

that day.

Baek Ho-yeol, the Grand Prince of Cheonma Shinkyo, appeared with an army enough to color the earth as black as the night sky.

It wasn't a matter of choice.

In a situation in which Baek Jung-hyeok proves his worth and is being discussed as the successor of the new Chunma, Baek Ho-yeol showed his will to not allow Baek Joong-hyuk any more time to grow.

Beside Baek Ho-yeol.

There were other brothers.

At first, the people who were all aiming for the place of the Heavenly Devil together made the choice to surrender one by one as time passed.

'What is the choice for me?'

A life of struggle.

Every moment was a series of hell.

He never slept comfortably, and the people who followed him were often found dead just because they were Baek Jung-hyuk's people.

At that time, everything inside was drained.

Whenever I think of the words and deeds that the living person did while looking at me, I wanted to end everything by cursing this beggar-like fate.

The moment you hold Baek Ho-yeol's hand.

It will be convenient.

You will no longer have to fight, and you will be able to sleep comfortably without having a sword at your bedside.

However.

brother. I'm sorry, but I can't live for others.

at the bottom of life.

Baek Joong-hyuk started the struggle by breaking the head of a boy like himself with a stone.

kill, kill, kill again.

Baek Joong-hyeok always survived as a winner, even if there was someone who looked down on him or tried to get up above his head, biting his ears with his teeth and poking his eyes with his fingers.

its essence.

It could never change.

The wild beast, who had tasted blood, could not bow its head even though Baekho-yeol brought death.

Baek Ho-yeol showed a cold expression.

As he took a step back, the demons who filled the ground black rushed towards Baek Joong-hyeok.

full day and night.

Baek Joong-hyuk spent time drying his blood.

The shadow of death pressed down on his eyelids, and thirsty with blood.

Baek Joong-hyuk cut down all the enemies that rushed to him.

Finally.

When Baek Ho-yeol looked up at Baek Ho-yeol with an unbelievable look, Baek Jung-hyuk cut off his head.

spatula.

And now.

"I know what you mean."

Roman Dmitry looked ahead.

Marquis Benedict.

the people behind them.

Roman Dmitry grinned in a situation that evoked memories of a previous life.

"By the way. I don't think I can live for others. That is my choice."

at that word.

Marquis Benedict's expression contorted like a demon.

Chapter end