The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 143

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟒𝟑: 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚 1

Yep━━! Bwa━━━aaah!

Almost instantly, Volk and Ah-ming became extremely busy as Lo-an, who had been pushing the enemy back almost single-handedly, was forced to take on the Lycanthrope Lord.

They couldn’t afford to lose focus, as missing a single beat could put both themselves and their comrades in danger.

Volk, in particular, felt additional pressure due to his status as a heteromorphic ability user.

“These damn things!!”

“Big Brother, they’re wolves, not dogs!”

Ah-ming swung her warhammer horizontally, embedding it deep into the Lycanthrope’s abdomen.

Thud!!

Her fingertips tingled as if she had just struck a nail with a hammer.

“Momo, go.”

At Sion’s command, a shadowy ghost leapt onto the Lycanthrope’s back.

Its long hair moved as if it were alive, wrapping around the monster’s head and beginning to constrict it.

Groooowl!!

The Lycanthrope frantically clawed at its head with its sharp claws.

However, Momo’s hair boasted a strength that surpassed even piano wire, and it refused to break easily.

“Let’s switch targets!”

Just then, Han Tae-chi pulled out a small crossbow and fired a bolt at the monster.

Swish━ Bang!

It seemed like a simple, unremarkable attack.

However, its power was anything but simple.

This time, he tested an item that tracked and disintegrated a Core within a 30cm radius.

Click.

The bolt, which had been slightly embedded, pierced the skin and released magical power.

There was a sizzling sound, and blood gushed from the Lycanthrope’s mouth.

“Wow, it worked.”

Han Tae-chi had a dazed expression on his face, as if he couldn’t believe the results himself.

He realized once again that the fruits of research lay in experimentation.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵!! 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶!! 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘏𝘢𝘯 𝘛𝘢𝘦-𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦!’

Han Tae-chi expressed his gratitude to Siwoo in his mind.

“Ugh, huff, ugh, man, if you had that kind of skill, you should’ve used it sooner!”

Volk exclaimed, panting heavily and sounding like he was scolding him.

“Hey.”

Han Tae-chi straightened his horn-rimmed glasses and glared at Volk.

“Hey??”

“I’m an S-rank. What rank are you?”

“Uh. . . .”

“What rank are you, you little punk?”

In truth, Han Tae-chi only felt inferior in front of Siwoo. He wasn’t the kind of person who would let himself be pushed around just anywhere.

Kang Yeo-hwa, Choi Sung-il, and Min Si-joon were all below him in rank.

Of course, this wasn’t a ranking based on combat skills.

“Well, it’s just that. . . our lives are on the line here. . . .”

“So what rank are you?”

“. . .I’m sorry.”

Han Tae-chi aimed his crossbow and asked, and Volk naturally lowered his waist.

“You little punk. Go fight over there now.”

“Can’t I just catch my breath for a second. . . .”

“What?”

“Nevermind. I’ll go right now!”

Volk pondered how low his position was in this group and then took to the air.

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

A single sword strike cut through the air.

Balmung’s sharp blade descended as if it would cleave its opponent in two.

The blade, which had pierced the shoulder, tore through flesh, bone, and muscle, gradually approaching the heart.

However,

Bang!!

A dull explosion erupted, sending magical energy surging out in all directions, as if a fuse had been lit.

A radius of several meters was scorched by the aftermath.

The blood and flesh that had spilled out began to bubble and merge, slowly restoring the ‘exploded’ woman’s body.

Ruslana caressed her newly formed face with a faint smile.

“Kukuku, surprised? The blood that flows through my body is gunpowder that reacts with magical energy. Do you think that pretty little face of yours will still be smiling after this. . . .”

Her pupils formed, and she stopped smiling as she took in the situation before her.

Balmung’s sword strike continued relentlessly.

Ruslana hurriedly crossed her arms.

Bang!!

Blood erupted from her crushed wrists and reacted with the magical energy surrounding Balmung, causing another massive explosion.

The ground was torn apart as if two grenades had exploded in succession.

Ruslana clicked her tongue as she looked at the rising dirt and dust.

Lavr, a high-ranker from Russia, was also blown away by the first blow and couldn’t regain his senses.

The shattered sword fragments had pierced his entire body, and he died screaming like a pig.

“He was quite the dancer.”

She had had some expectations since he had defeated Jackal, but she had never expected him to not be surprised by the explosion and attack again.

Blood gathered at the site of Ruslana’s severed wrists.

She was an Awakener who had made a direct contract with Tatar, a member of the Third Order Demon King’s retinue.

It was all thanks to her contract with the great demon race that she, who had failed to make a name for herself as a Hunter, was now able to defeat high-rankers.

She had been destined to live as a low-ranking Hunter for the rest of her life, but Ruslana had fiercely resisted her fate and risen to her current position.

Among the 〈Pandemonium〉, only a few had made contracts with the Demon King’s direct retinue, so her pride was immeasurable.

This was a privilege and a power for those who worshipped the Demon King.

She let out a sinister laugh and charged her entire body with magical energy.

A thick, inky aura gathered and soon formed a wave of wicked energy.

“Kukuku, I will blast you to death in the name of Tatar-nim.”

Ruslana’s eyes gleamed with madness as she charged at Siwoo with her bare body.

A torrent of viscous magical energy surged towards her opponent like a missile.

Bang!! Bang!!

With each blow, Ruslana’s fists shattered, and the blood that gushed from her wounds reacted with the magical energy, leading to a chain of explosions.

It didn’t matter if her fists regenerated or not; her relentless assault continued, from her wrists to her elbows, and from her elbows to her shoulders.

“More! More! Moreeee! Come at me with everything you’ve got!!”

Her leg lashed out like a whip and tore into Siwoo’s side.

A torrent of blood erupted, destroying and annihilating the area with a deafening roar.

Ruslana was now standing far away from the explosion, giggling.

Two of her arms and one of her legs had been blown off, but it didn’t seem to matter much to her.

“Why don’t you scream like a pig that you’re in pain too? If you’re good, I might even keep you as a pet.”

Ruslana licked her lips and gave Siwoo a seductive smile.

The larger the explosion, the more magical energy was consumed.

It took a considerable amount of magical energy to attack with her boiling blood turned into gunpowder, but it took even more to restore her body to its original state.

It was certainly taking longer to regenerate than before.

After all, using magical energy in a human body, rather than a demon race body, made it that much more difficult to control the details.

‘𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘳-𝘯𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘭.’

She trembled with excitement at the thought that she might rise even higher in the ranks.

“Sorry, but I’ve never heard a pig scream before.”

Just then, Siwoo’s voice rang out clearly through the settling dust.

Ruslana couldn’t help but bite her lip.

Aside from the fact that his clothes were a bit torn from her attack, Siwoo’s appearance was unscathed.

“How. . . you clearly didn’t have a shield equipped?!”

“Do I really need a shield to block those punches?”

“You. . . do you even know who I inherited my abilities from?”

“That’s none of my business. Are you my father or something?”

“You insolent little brat. . .!!”

Ruslana’s voice was filled with anger.

“I was going to cut off your neck and offer it to Tatar-nim, but I guess that’s not going to happen. I’ll burn your corpse to ashes, not leaving a single bone behind.”

“Tatar? Never heard of that pig’s name.”

Siwoo retorted.

She rolled her eyes as if he wasn’t worth listening to anymore and pierced her palms with her fingernails.

The dripping blood gathered in the air, gradually increasing in size.

“Kukuku, it’s too late for regrets. You’ll die without even being able to scream.”

The blood, which had formed a circle the size of a human’s upper body, instantly transformed into the shape of a spear.

Ruslana grabbed the spear’s handle and threw it forward with all her might, her shoulders dislocating.

It was her final blow, unleashing most of her remaining magical energy.

She was certain that no one in the 〈Pandemonium〉, not even the Fourth Order, would be able to block this powerful attack.

If she had thrown it while her magical energy was full, even Tatar-nim wouldn’t have been able to stop it easily.

She was confident of that.

This attack would obliterate him, leaving not even a single tooth fragment behind.

‘𝘏𝘮𝘮.’

Siwoo thought as he watched the magical energy she had released.

In terms of raw power, Jackal might have been stronger.

However, her attacks were incredibly sharp and unpredictable, making it feel like he was fighting a venomous snake.

It was like fighting a small, flashy creature that could inject deadly venom into the back of his neck and kill him in agony if he let his guard down for even a moment.

Of course, Siwoo didn’t let his guard down for even a moment.

Hundreds of ritual circles were inscribed beneath his feet, and a violent current of magical energy surged through the circuits like crazy.

A magic circle of a color redder than blood appeared and emitted a crimson flash.

Despite being a ritual circle he had constructed in an instant, its composition and completeness were no less than that of any other magic circle.

The soaring energy intertwined with the magical energy, adding heat to the flash.

The flames that manifested from the magic circle blazed high into the sky, as if they would devour everything in their path.

“Ha! You fool!”

Ruslana was momentarily taken aback by the scale of the magic, but she laughed at her opponent when she realized that it was just flames he had manifested to block her spear.

Her blood was a kind of gunpowder and gasoline.

Unless he wanted to pour oil on a burning house, using such a skill in the current situation made no sense.

The proper thing to do would be to blow it away with wind or freeze it with ice.

‘𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺.’

Ruslana’s spear pierced through the flames.

She crossed her arms as if preparing for the explosion that would soon follow.

However,

Raging flames!!

The expected explosion did not occur.

Despite the contact with the magical energy, her blood failed to become gunpowder.

No, it didn’t even have a chance to become gunpowder.

The boiling flames seemed to refuse to allow any attack to penetrate them, and they devoured the incoming spear whole.

“Ah. . . .”

The flames, which had now turned from red to pure white, devoured even the explosion and licked their tongues at her.

Ruslana couldn’t close her gaping mouth.

This was the first time her blood had failed to have any effect and had simply disappeared.

Furthermore, the current attack was not a simple blow but a javelin she had shot out by coagulating her blood, so the shock was even greater.

“How. . . how is it possible. . .?”

“Does that really matter in this situation?”

Siwoo couldn’t understand why she was curious about such things when she was about to die anyway.

“This, this damn it!!”

She cut off one of her arms and threw it at Siwoo.

Normally, this would have been an attack with more power than a bomb, but now it was just food for the white flames.

“I said this to someone else before.”

Siwoo’s voice was cold, contrasting with the hot flames.

“I’m not very good at using flame-type magic. I can’t control it.”

Siwoo, who had approached her in an instant, grabbed Ruslana by the neck.

“Cough, cough!”

“I have no information that I want from you. Don’t bother talking, and don’t bother wishing that you could live.”

“Keuk! Keuk!”

“You probably did the same thing to the people you killed.”

Siwoo murmured, his eyes chillingly cold.

Ruslana twisted her body and sprayed blood, struggling desperately.

However, all her attempts were in vain and ultimately became nourishment for the white flames.

She vanished into a handful of ash without even being able to scream.

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