The Heavenly Demon Can't Live a Normal Life Chapter 369

Published at 23rd of November 2021 05:31:22 AM

Southern Grave (3)

The atmosphere froze in an instant.

just remarks.

I was arrogant.

To say that it is okay to attack the warriors of the Valhalla Empire at once was a provocative remark that touched his pride.

But no one came forward.

Even a day ago, the people who were constantly challenging themselves, now they only look at each other's eyes, and do not dare to speak out.

When you first showed mercy against Valderas.

People sighed inwardly.

If Roman Dmitry did not kill the challengers, his heart to challenge the impossible could only be lighter.

People ignored their sincerity.

Though believed to have risked their lives for Valhalla as a warrior, in reality the surviving figure of Valderas dispelled fear from their hearts.

And now.

Things have changed.

The price of the challenge was death.

How long will it take to defeat Roman Dmitry?

hundred people?

Thousands?

ten thousand people?

No number could guarantee victory.

The saga of slaughtering ten thousand troops alone and demonstrating tremendous force against 300,000 troops did not fully express Roman Dmitry.

They were a triumph.

Even though he never showed the floor, Roman Dmitry produced some surprising results that shocked people.

So I couldn't figure out the limit.

How many people will it take to defeat him?

is that even possible?

There was an unfounded belief that the week's bloody battle would end with Valhalla's victory, but there was also the conviction that at least the warriors who challenged at the beginning would die unconditionally.

certainty, not anticipation.

No matter how much the warriors of Valhalla risked their lives for their pride, they had no choice but to hesitate in a definitive death.

Fear spread.

Everyone hesitated.

Even though it was clearly an advantageous situation, he could not readily say that he would challenge first.

That was then.

"We will try."

The road was open.

As the people moved to the side, hundreds of men of all shapes and sizes stepped forward.

What their appearance meant was clear.

Roughly overgrown hair and beards, tattoos on his naked upper body, and a variety of rare weapons.

It was a rare appearance even in Valhalla.

In particular, the tattoos that were uniformly engraved on the back of dozens of people proved that people with the same tattoo were brothers who exchanged lives.

It was the minority.

The origins of Valhalla.

It was the beginning of the empire that started in the southern jungle, and they did not follow the flow of civilization even when Valhalla leaped into the empire.

Those who remain in the jungle and protect the roots of Valhalla.

Their very existence represented the history of Valhalla.

Their leader stepped forward.

My name is Ger.

He, a clan of black wolves, looked around at the people and said.

"Weak city bastards. Since when was Valhalla a country that avoided challenges for fear of death? The root of Valhalla lies in not retreating even though we know it is impossible. No matter how great Roman Dmitry is, he cannot deny the origins of Valhalla."

It was a bloody atmosphere.

Hundreds of warriors.

Roman Dmitry surrounded.

Ger turned two hatchets and looked at Roman Dmitry.

"Roman Dmitry. Thank you very much for saving Valhalla. But, if you know our hearts, I hope you understand that we're trying to stop you at all costs. You know that. That all of this is happening because you are stronger than you are."

quack.

quack, quack.

A strange sound was heard.

With the ger in the lead, his body twisted, and as he grew in size, coarse, dark-colored hairs grew all over his body.

The other warriors also showed different changes. Minorities are not the only savages.

Valhalla was notorious for the diverse and bizarre powers of the ethnic minorities, such as a race that transforms into a beast, a race that breathes fire, and a race that specializes in stealth and darkness.

All of them.

risked his life

Knowing that he was destined to die, he took the vanguard to ignite the pride of Valhalla.

"Cruck, crumple."

A situation of one touch.

Roman Dmitry held up his sword.

It was an attitude to accept the situation at a numerical disadvantage from the front.

By the way.

Contrary to the wishes of those waiting for the signal, Emperor Valhalla lowered the flag he was holding and shouted.

stop! The Warrior's Trial will end with this!"

* * *

series of situations.

Emperor Valhalla felt miserable.

I wanted to go out myself.

As a warrior of Valhalla before he was emperor, it was uncomfortable to watch from a distance of his own.

It was the irony of life.

He must have raised his sword for the romance of Valhalla, but when he ascended to the throne, he could not exist as a warrior.

If you die against Roman Dmitry.

At that time, there was no way to withstand the aftermath. In a situation where the tyrant had just been defeated, Valhalla needed an unshakable center of gravity.

swallowed the disgust.

Sanchez was right.

He could no longer watch the warriors die.

"Roman Dmitry is right. Throwing yourself into a pit of fire even knowing the consequences is not the bravery of a warrior, but ignorance and foolishness. Times have changed. It doesn't mean that you should give up your pride as a warrior of Valhalla, but you must avoid meaningless sacrifices for the future of Valhalla. Roman Dmitry is the benefactor of Valhalla. What's the point in this situation where we risk our lives to defeat him? Even if he stops him, if tens of thousands of warriors die, can we say that it is the right thing to do as a warrior?"

raised his voice.

It was really painful to know that he had to show a contradictory figure, who cried out for the romance of Valhalla.

However.

That's right.

It was necessary for Valhalla.

"Valhalla has been going through a tough time lately. Many people have died in the civil war, and the people we kill to do what is right are also of Valhalla blood. Valhalla is at a crossroads of choice. How Valhalla's future will be determined by how this chaotic situation is sorted out, but if a meaningless sacrifice occurs against Roman Dmitry, we will inevitably fall into another suffering. Think wisely. As a people of the Empire, think soberly about what is right."

"But you can't go back like this. What matters to a warrior is the process rather than the result."

it was ger

As he retorted with a fierce face, Emperor Valhalla's gaze turned to him.

"Why is it a problem to pave the way against the strong? The great warrior Carlos passed the test of the warrior. It lasted a week, and after passing even the last gate of the Dark Elves, they entered the Southern Tomb. In the process, the warriors of Valhalla did not actively challenge from the 6th day. I didn't betray the pride of a warrior, I just thought that there was no need to inflict any more damage because his strength had been sufficiently proven.

And.

Legend was born.

For the first time, a non-emperor had the honor of entering the Southern Tomb.

"The situation we are facing now is no different. If our ancestors a hundred years ago needed six days to recognize Carlos' qualifications, just one day is enough for us. ger. don't you also know Even if all the minorities die here, there is no guarantee that Roman Dmitry will be defeated."

" Sheesh."

Ger shook his head nervously.

I hate to admit it.

The words of Emperor Valhalla were true.

If a number of warriors, starting with a minority, were lost, Valhalla could not predict the future.

The two major mountain ranges of the continent.

Its fame was pushed to the brink.

When even the ger took a step back, the Emperor Valhalla shouted.

"I declare in the name of Emperor Valhalla. Roman Dmitry has qualified to pass the test of the warrior, and we will pave the way for the great warrior!"

* * *

Now the last gate remains.

Dark Elf Trial.

People stayed seated.

Now that you have announced your intention to enter the Southern Grave, the Dark Elves will appear soon.

'Will I be able to pass the final ordeal?'

It was the common thought of all.

last ordeal.

People called it the ordeal of the mirror.

Dark Elves dealt with dangerous beings that were not permitted in this world, one of which was the Doppelgänger, considered to be the most mysterious being in the world.

A doppelganger has the ability to absorb everything from its opponent.

When dealing with ordinary people, it exerts the same power as ordinary people, but when facing an aura swordsman, it exerts a power comparable to that of an aura swordsman.

blast furnace.

Just because it was strong, it didn't mean that it could pass unconditionally.

Carlos also struggled, and Roman Dmitry had to face the ordeal of himself.

People of Valhalla.

That's why they weren't sure of the passage.

I knew that the stronger Roman Dmitry, the stronger the doppelganger.

That was then.

slurp.

beyond the darkness of the jungle.

I felt darkness creeping in.

They soon took shape, and unlike the elves they had experienced before, dark-skinned dark elves appeared in front of people.

They were expressionless.

With a cold face, he calmly accepted people's gaze, and walked towards the stage of the test with unwavering steps.

They carried something with swaying chains.

The shapeless, black smoke-like thing was suppressed by chains and swayed.

It was a rare scene.

It was a very rare experience to see the Dark Elves in person in my life.

stand tall.

stopped walking.

The Dark Elves looked at the challenger and tried to play the role of a gatekeeper.

By the way.

" ?!"

Moment.

They opened their eyes.

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they knelt

Before people could understand the situation, he raised his voice towards Roman Dmitry.

"Savior of the World Tree. The dark elves meet their savior."

** *

It was an unexpected development.

you're a savior

At that moment, when the people of Valhalla were bewildered, Roman Dmitry quickly grasped the situation.

'Is it the influence of the world tree?'

Arcadia.

In the process of taking care of things there, the flames of fire melted the frozen world tree.

Even then, the elves expressed their gratitude towards Roman Dmitry.

He expressed himself as the savior who saved the World Tree, and said that if there was anything he wanted from the elf race in the future, he would give it to him.

So was the Dark Elf.

Although they had different characteristics from normal elves, they could also feel the power of the World Tree.

Roman Dmitry.

The World Tree blessed him.

The intense emotions of just meeting each other broke the stern nose of the Dark Elves at once.

"Savior. We do not dare to test our Savior. If you wish, pass us by and enter the Southern Tomb. No one will be able to interfere with the will of the Savior."

It was an unexpected development.

The Dark Elves, who they thought were the last gateway, took on the role of protecting Roman Dmitry.

People were bewildered.

What does this mean?

By the way.

"No, the test will proceed as scheduled."

declined the favor.

With the declaration of the Emperor Valhalla, Roman Dmitry challenged the last gate in just two days.

This alone was an unprecedented speed, and some of Valhalla's warriors followed the trend despite their dissatisfaction with the situation.

For the future of Valhalla. I knew I needed to break my pride.

If Roman Dmitry accepts the favor.

The people of Valhalla will be dissatisfied.

Aside from opening the way, passing the test so easily was inevitable.

And above all else.

'A being that absorbs the opponent's power. Will the doppelganger be able to imitate my powers perfectly? If I imitate, will I be able to defeat an opponent just like me?'

interest was the same.

win or lose

Simply to clear up the doubts that filled his head, Roman Dmitry could not just pass through the last gate.

"Dark elves. If you truly believe that I am the savior, proceed with the test as scheduled."

* * *

savior's command.

The Dark Elves could not refuse.

One of them, who seemed to be the leader, got up and released the chains that were holding him tightly.

"Please be careful."

slur.

Darkness spread.

The chained entity wandered around Roman Dmitry, wriggling several times, absorbing the mana around it.

Then it returned to its original position and began to shake violently.

What was initially a gas suddenly turned into a lump of lumpy liquid, churning in all directions, and deeply colored with darkness.

lol.

Whoops, whoops.

It was a bizarre scene.

Everyone held their breath.

The shape of the liquid gradually changed.

It made a figure like touching clay, and it looked very similar to Roman Dmitry.

shape change.

It was the power of a doppelganger.

If the transformation is complete, the existence will unleash the powers of Roman Dmitry.

By the way.

Crackle, creak.

The doppelganger suddenly shook violently.

Almost done with the change, it squashed again, grotesquely like clay, and then swayed like crazy.

Even the Dark Elves couldn't hide their bewildered emotions.

They conducted numerous trials of doppelgangers according to their oath, and none of them showed such a reaction.

incomprehensible situation.

The limbs grew again.

He created a new face and grew a long, voluminous beard that was not found in Roman Dmitry.

"I, what is that ."

"What the hell is going on?"

was an old man

A huge body with a thick beard.

Contrary to his considerable age, he exudes a tremendous sense of intimidation.

People couldn't recognize who it was, but Roman Dmitry recognized it at once.

'I'm from my previous life.'

Cheonma Baek Jung-hyuk.

That was him.

The shape change of a doppelganger does not simply follow the appearance.

It absorbed the pure energy of the soul and accepted the fundamental form of its existence.

Roman Dmitry was the eldest son of the Dmitry family, but his roots were in his previous life.

Baek Joong-hyeok, who once commanded Moorim, appeared in the world, and the doppelganger tried to raise his huge body with infinite power.

That was then.

hey hey hey.

Mouth opened grotesquely.

The doppelganger screamed.

He knelt, grabbing his head with both hands, shaking his body like mad, as if he couldn't stand the pain.

this too.

It was the first sight the Dark Elves had ever seen.

No, I heard that there is a similar reaction to a legend passed down from generation to generation.

yet.

Kwajik.

Papa Papak.

The doppelganger is broken.

As it was torn apart, what used to be human flesh turned into a dark liquid and splashed in all directions.

on that look.

The dark elves looked at each other with bewildered expressions, looking at Roman Dmitry and the traces of what was once the body of a doppelganger.

Chapter end