The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 116

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏𝟔: 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝟐

“Red Ear, Volk.”

“Yes.”

“Did you call?”

Red Ear and Volk, who had been hiding their bodies at Siwoo’s call, revealed themselves.

“If there’s someone who emits magic, kill them. If the enemy is strong, just figure out their location and let me know.”

“Understood.”

“I will do as you say.”

As Red Ear and Volk disappeared, Siwoo immediately wielded Balmung.

Every time the blue trajectory of the holy sword passed by, the bodies of the monsters were sliced like ripe fruit.

On one side, Choi Dae-soo was cutting down their bodies with an artifact.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

“There are too many people for me to show my strength.”

Choi Dae-soo looked around while sucking on a cigar.

People and monsters were still mixed together, and there was nothing they could do about it.

In such cases, the tanker had to draw aggro, or the supporters had to help evacuate.

Even now, there was no help except for hunters fighting sporadically, including Siwoo and Choi Dae-soo.

“This is not going to end like this.”

Siwoo muttered as he stabbed the monster’s head with his sword.

The monster rolled its eyeballs and collapsed, spilling blood bubbles.

“Hey, Blockhead.”

“What is it, Mad Dog?”

“I’m going to find the mastermind and kill him. You keep killing monsters here.”

Choi Dae-soo twisted his lips.

“You’ve grown up a lot, ordering me around.”

“Don’t be an idiot. Or we can switch.”

“No. You’re better at sensing magic, so do as you say.”

Siwoo nodded his head and left his spot.

The situation had worsened to this extent, which meant that there was also a problem with the current administrator side, as the German government was not responding.

It was probably because they were using a trick to make this situation last as long as possible.

Siwoo scattered his magic power forward with all his might.

The emitted magic power spread over a wide area, building a thin web like a spider’s web.

‘𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙧. . . 𝙉𝙤, 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚.’

There were as many as four gates that he detected in this venue.

Fortunately, there were no demons of the S-Rank gate level, but it was the first time that this number of gates had appeared in a certain space.

【𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧-𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞?】

“Well, it looks like a different guy this time.”

Siwoo said, cutting off the head of the approaching monster.

He wanted to sweep them all away at once, but he couldn’t do it recklessly because the crowd was mixed in.

“Hunter Siwoo!!”

At that moment, a familiar cry was heard from far away.

[Continuous Explosion Point]

Pazazususususususus. . . .

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

As the few sparks extending from the tip of his hand touched the target, they turned into a fierce explosion, devouring the bodies of the monsters.

Felix came running urgently with other members of the Hunter Association.

“I don’t know what happened all of a sudden!”

He said, looking around the chaotic venue with bewildered eyes.

The faces of people who were laughing happily until a while ago were now filled with pain.

“Are you in touch with Rolf?”

“I’m just getting a call from him on my way. The 〈Pandemonium〉 guys tried to assassinate the president.”

“Just in case, make an urgent request to the nearby guilds, and if possible, contact the German HSIU or the Ministry of Defense.”

“I’ll do that. . . .”

“There are four gates in total.”

Siwoo drew a rough outline of the venue’s terrain on the ground and marked four places with X marks.

“They’re all within a radius of 3km, so it seems like we can distribute the personnel and deploy them. . . It would be better to put hunters who can detect magic power in front and eliminate those with strong magic first.”

Felix nodded as if he understood Siwoo’s orders.

Although they were not actually in a superior-subordinate relationship, it felt like they should follow what Siwoo said.

“Are you going to act with us too?”

“I have something to look into on my own.”

Siwoo patted Felix on the shoulder and moved his body.

‘𝙄𝙛 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙚’𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙖𝙡, 𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤.’

It’s not clear because of the monsters, the 〈Pandemonium〉 members scattered everywhere, and the magic emitted from the gate. . . but I have no choice but to look into it one by one.

━Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

At that moment, an ugly monster resembling a monkey jumped down from a tree and rushed towards Siwoo.

【𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐭! 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞?】

“Nonsense!!”

Siwoo blocked the monkey’s blow by holding his sword crosswise.

Kwa jijijik!

The asphalt under his feet collapsed.

It was a destructive force that would easily crush a car.

[Song of Iron: Iron Fist]

A lump of iron, condensed in black, hit the monster’s face directly.

Jjeureureuk!

Along with the sound of a watermelon breaking, the monster’s body fell backward.

“Ha. . . I’m getting a little annoyed.”

Siwoo clenched his fists as he watched the monsters running like moths and the enemies scattered everywhere.

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

“. . .You came all this way to annoy me.”

The doctor asked Crowel with a frown.

He didn’t like the way he had been grumbling since he came in the morning, sitting in a chair.

“Why was I not chosen for this operation, but that Jackal? I was the one who assisted you with your research, Doctor.”

“The higher-ups must have decided after seeing the gate in Korea. Huh. What have I got for you to assist me in, when all you do is make a mess.”

“I followed you all the way to Korea and helped you! You’re being mean.”

Crowel spun around in his chair and grumbled.

“But it’s surprising that they sent Jackal.”

The doctor said to himself as he flipped through a magic book.

The 〈Pandemonium〉 has a total of nine levels.

Among them, Jackal was a mid-level executive corresponding to the 4th level, and he was a militant who was belligerent.

“He’s been causing a fuss because he wants to stand at the forefront, and it looks like he got what he wanted.”

“Doctor. . . I can do well if I’m in the vanguard too.”

“What the organization needs now is not an undercover spy who does backroom work, but a guy like Jackal who can swing around.”

Crowel got up from his chair with a ‘tch’ expression.

Everyone knows that Jackal is a strong guy.

Why wouldn’t he be?

I heard he was in another terrorist group before he came to 〈Pandemonium〉.

A ruffian who only cared about destroying things to satisfy his own desires rather than the revitalization of the organization.

However, as the doctor said, what is needed in the current situation is not a calm sniper, but a crazy guy who will charge forward while beating a drum.

“I know, I know. Jackal is more suitable.”

“Keukheukheuk. In fact, I don’t care if it’s you or Jackal. All I have to do is command the masterpiece I made properly.”

“But isn’t it dangerous to blow up the gate at the defense industry auction?”

For the first time, the doctor took his eyes off the magic book and looked at Crowel.

“No. . . There must be a lot of guards and hunters, so won’t they be suppressed right away?”

“I don’t know the exact details. But since they said they were sending Jackal, they must have sent the others under Jackal as well, right?”

“Well, it’s not like they’re only opening one gate.”

The doctor replied with a grin full of madness on his wrinkled face.

“Keukheukheuk. The plan is to open four gates. It’s not me that’s going, so we’ll need about four mages per heart.”

Crowel nodded slightly.

“The key is whether the gate works as well as we thought.”

“I think so too.”

“Since it was designed by the doctor, it will work well. By the way, where did your roommate go?”

“Tsk, why is he my roommate? He’s still breathing, so take him to the researchers or to your own room.”

Crowel laughed out loud.

Judging from the doctor’s tone, it seemed like the two of them were getting along better than he thought.

“What are you laughing about?”

“No. Still, McJester might be better than Jackal if he recovers his body.”

To Crowel’s words, the doctor replied, raising his magnifying glass.

“Who knows. I care more for my research than you guys.”

“Yes, yes, whatever.”

He shrugged and went outside.

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

“It seems that the German government is now responding.”

“Hehehehe. Too late, too slow. Looks like our plan worked.”

“Yes. It’s all thanks to Sir Jackal’s great plan.”

Jackal smiled happily at his subordinate’s reply.

Jackal, dressed in a neat kandura (white robe worn by Arab men) and gutra (cloth worn on the head by Arab men), enjoyed the spectacle of hell unfolding.

“Hehehehe. It’s a sight to behold, a magnificent sight. Not something the likes of Crowel or Ruslana could create.”

“Yes, Sir Jackal.”

“How is the assassination of President Bangenheimer?”

“That. . . seems to have failed.”

“Is that so?”

At the same time as he answered, Jackal slit the throat of his subordinate with his scimitar.

“Keueueueup. . . .”

As the subordinate collapsed with his eyes wide open and died, other people came and removed his body.

“Hehehehe. Don’t say the word failure in front of me. I will not tolerate a single mistake in this operation.”

“Yes sir!”

“I will obey!”

How long have I waited and waited for this moment?

A lot of time had passed, but 〈Pandemonium〉 had not been able to show its power since its inception.

It had only been compared to the likes of IZIZ, being treated like an internet conspiracy theory to others.

‘𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩.’

Jackal’s yellow eyes flickered as he fondled his scimitar.

Starting from this day, 〈Pandemonium〉 will rise up against the world.

Under the rule of the Demon King, all mankind will become equal, discrimination will disappear, and even conflicts with each other will cease.

“I have an urgent report!”

At that moment, someone shouted, breaking Jackal’s imagination.

“What is it?”

“Right now, at this venue. . . There are two high rankers!”

“What?!”

He answered while stroking his beard.

“I already knew about Bangenheimer and Felix.”

“It’s not those two!!”

“Then who is it?”

“Benedict Ackerman, who is ranked 2nd in Germany, and President Choi Dae-soo, who is ranked 1st in Korea!”

Jackal’s eyes widened.

Both of them are beings that are difficult to handle at the moment.

“How many gates are there now?”

“All four are currently active.”

“Hehehe. It seems like the doctor’s experiment was a success. It’s being maintained without closing.”

Jackal laughed with satisfaction.

It didn’t seem bad to stir it up a little more and then slip away leisurely.

“Okay, are all the wizards back?”

“No. Only about 10 out of 18 have returned.”

“Tsk tsk tsk. It seems that those idiots don’t even have the instinct to return.”

At that moment, someone appeared on the hill where Jackal was.

“Hehehehe. What is this, this idiot.”

He taunted the one approaching them.

There were only about ten of Jackal’s subordinates currently beside him.

“He looks like a greenhorn. Huh? That’s a good sword! Hehehehe. It’s a waste for a kid to have it. Let me use it.”

The right hand of the guy approaching, who was exuding murderous intent, was holding Balmung, the greatest relic of Germany.

Jackal stopped his subordinates and stepped forward himself.

“I am Jackal, who belongs to the 4th level of 〈Pandemonium〉. Consider it your great fortune to die by my hand.”

“. . .Do you have it?”

“What?”

Jackal didn’t hear what his opponent was mumbling, but his opponent did.

At that moment,

The opponent’s new form disappeared, and a sword energy that seemed like it would cut even the gate in front of Jackal’s eyes fell.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

Jackal’s body fell like a doll as Siwoo’s sword tip, which had split the ground, pierced through it.

Siwoo spoke to the figure again.

“Do you have the Gate Heart you bastard?”

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