The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 165

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟔𝟓: 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐬 2

Sansar dashed forward, her three arrows aimed at her charging foe.

Swoosh!

The arrowheads sliced through the air, hurtling towards the enemy’s vital points with blinding speed.

However, Arumu simply flicked her whip, deflecting the attack without breaking stride.

She even seemed to welcome the incoming arrows, her eyes gleaming with contempt and mockery.

“Such feeble arrows.”

An intricate chant rose from Arumu’s lips, and a glowing green magic circle appeared before her.

As the arrows struck the circle, they were instantly frozen in place, spinning harmlessly.

“W-What did you do to my arrows?!” 

Sansar exclaimed, her expression twisted in shock.

“This is not the time for questions.” 

Arumu swung her obsidian whip.

Crack!

The weighted lead at the end of the whip shot towards Sansar, the air rippling with the force of the blow.

Instinctively, she raised her arm to shield herself.

“You should have dodged, not blocked.”

Arumu’s words were barely out of her mouth when the whip wrapped around Sansar’s arm.

Sansar tugged desperately, but the lead weight had already torn a large chunk of flesh from her arm.

Hiss!

“Gah!”

Despite the protective magic surrounding her, the shock and pain were excruciating.

To make matters worse, the lead was barbed, not only tearing through Sansar’s flesh but also lodging itself deep within the wound.

Arumu smirked and pulled hard on the whip.

Sansar, still mounted on her camel, was yanked from her saddle and thrown onto the sand.

“Huff!”

She coughed, spitting out the sand that had filled her mouth, her face contorted in agony.

The pain of the embedded lead was bad enough, but as Arumu continued to pull, it felt like her entire arm was being ripped off.

“I like that expression.”

“It hurts, you crazy b*tch!”

“You say it hurts.”

Arumu tugged on the whip as if it were a harmless game, and Sansar was dragged face-first through the sand once more.

Finally, as Sansar was pulled within arm’s reach, Arumu grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up.

“The blood makes you look better.”

” . . . . . . .”

“Why? Now that you’re up close, you’re too scared to speak?”

Arumu taunted, her lips curled into a cruel grin.

Sansar’s lips quivered, her face smeared with blood and sand.

” . . . . . . .”

“What did you say?”

Arumu asked, her voice dripping with malice.

As Sansar’s lips parted again, Arumu leaned in close.

In that instant, Sansar unleashed a torrent of sand that had been trapped in her mouth.

“Ptooey!”

“━Ugh! You little!”

Blinded by the sand, Arumu tightened her grip on Sansar’s hair.

“Let go, you crazy b*tch!”

Sansar cursed, pulling out the dagger strapped to her thigh and plunging it into Arumu’s neck.

Her sudden lunge had been a ploy to get close enough to strike.

Thud!

She had aimed for the vital point beneath the jaw, but Sansar’s attack harmlessly pierced through empty air.

“Wh-what??”

Sansar swung the dagger at Arumu again.

“Gah!”

Thud!

But once again, her attack struck nothing but air.

What was going on?

“You seem surprised.”

Arumu’s crimson eyes bore into Sansar’s.

“My skill redirects the trajectory of incoming attacks. You have zero chance of hitting me.”

“That’s cheating!”

“That’s what everyone says!”

Arumu began to pummel Sansar with magic-infused fists.

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“Sansar!!”

Uljibataar, who had been watching their fight with growing unease, shouted.

“Hahaha! You dare to flaunt your skill before me? I’ll feed your eyeballs to the crows!”

Laban’s biceps bulged, the veins standing out on his arms.

He raised the massive axe that he carried on his back, its length easily exceeding two meters and its height towering over a man.

Laban brought the axe down on Uljibataar.

Clang!

“Gah!”

The deafening crash of metal on metal echoed through the dunes.

“Hahaha! Brother Kaise! This is too much fun!”

Laban’s eyes sparkled with savage glee as he swung his axe again, bringing it down on his opponent.

Clang!

Clang!

With each thunderous blow, the Crescent Blade screamed and muscles tore.

Uljibataar’s insides churned and his head spun.

He fought back the urge to vomit, the pain threatening to overwhelm him despite the magic he channeled to protect himself.

“Ugh! Hurry up! Tell me! You son of a b*tch! The information!!!”

Laban punctuated each word with a staccato swing of his axe.

Uljibataar felt as if his nerves were being severed, one by one, by a cruel and relentless blade.

A thin stream of blood trickled from his lips.

His heart pounded in his ears, its beat deafening.

“Tell me, damn you!!”

Laban’s axe hummed with magic, its energy tinged with a sinister aura.

Uljibataar’s eyes widened in terror.

This blow was impossible to block.

“Graaah!”

Bo━━━om!

A massive sand dune exploded, sending a cloud of sand high into the air.

Laban chuckled and slung his axe over his shoulder.

Then Kaise approached him quietly and whispered to him.

“Oh my, Mr. Laban.”

“Older brother! Did you see that? My skills!”

“I told you to capture him, not kill him.”

“Ah. . . Ah! My apologies, Older brother! I will search for him at once!”

Laban turned and made his way to the ravaged dune, his thoughts in disarray.

After some time, he discovered Uljibataar’s bloodied body.

“Found him, Older brother!”

“Good. Bring him here.”

Laban grabbed Uljibataar by the hand and pulled with all his might, but in that instant, Uljibataar’s Crescent Blade flashed through the air.

Clang!

“Hahaha, you little rat!”

“Gah. . . .”

Uljibataar swallowed hard.

His desperate attack had failed to leave a single scratch on Laban’s body.

“Sorry, but my body is currently under the effects of the Diamond . . . Diamond something skill. It makes me really, really tough. You’ve been struggling in vain.”

Laban chuckled and tightened his grip on Uljibataar’s throat.

“Cough. . . gasp!”

“I’d love to snap your neck right now, but Brother Kaise would scold me.”

“Gah. . . . Crack!”

“You and that woman will suffer until you cough up every piece of information you have.”

At Laban’s chilling words, Uljibataar’s eyes flickered towards the direction where Sansar was being held.

He didn’t care about himself, but what would happen to that girl?

“What? Are you worried about her even in this situation? You should be worried about yourself.”

“I’d like to return those words to you.”

A soft voice spoke up, and a beautiful woman with flowing silver hair appeared, her gaze fixed on Kaise and his companions.

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[Freezing: Instant Freezing]

Crackle. . . Crackle!

A wave of intense cold radiated from Min Si-joon’s feet, freezing the surrounding air and trapping dozens of skeletons in a prison of ice.

“First wave complete!”

“Got it, my turn!”

Kang Yeo-hwa fired arrow after arrow, her shots piercing the cores of her targets with deadly accuracy.

Bang, crash! Bang bang!

The bone-white army crumbled under the relentless barrage of magic-infused arrows.

“Hey, that team works well together. Lo-an, how about we cooperate too?”

” . . .I decline.”

“Come on, Oppa, don’t be shy.”

” . . .It’s not about being shy.”

“Are you two partners?”

” . . . . . . .”

Lo-an cleared his throat and, without another word, lunged at the skeletons.

Wherever he passed, the skeletons shattered into pieces, their bones scattering across the floor.

“Wow, as expected of the world’s 18th strongest. Alright, let me show you what I can do.”

Benedict brandished his staff and swung it towards the horde.

A surge of blue magic enveloped the skeletons like a curtain.

“Magic should be clean and efficient!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the skeletons disintegrated into dust, their remains scattered across the floor.

“Twinkle Twinkle Oppa, you’re amazing.”

“Thank you, thank you. How about you, my little lady, try casting some magic as well. . . .”

Rumble!

In that instant, a surge of overwhelming magic pressure filled the air, its ferocity almost unbearable.

Even Benedict and Lo-an had to grit their teeth to endure it.

“Is this the Lich, moving on its own?”

Benedict shielded Sion with his body and glared in the direction of the Lich’s chamber.

『How dare you. . . My legion. . . But I will not yield. . . I will tear you apart with my own hands. . .!』

A voice like grinding sand grated against Siwoo’s ears.

“Pre.”

【𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲!】

A large circle appeared in front of Pre, filled with intricate geometric patterns and symbols.

A dark purple chant flashed into existence, manifesting as a bolt of white lightning imbued with the caster’s will.

Siwoo grasped the center of the lightning bolt and hurled it with all his might.

Whoosh!

The white lightning streaked through the air, its brilliance scorching the surroundings, and struck the Lich in the face.

『Grah. . . Agh!!』

Instead of dodging, the Lich thrust its staff forward, letting out a grotesque scream.

Its echoing wail gathered magic, forming a counterattack that met Siwoo’s lightning head-on.

Boom! Crash!

The clash of immense powers shook the dungeon.

Lightning flashed and shockwaves tore through the vast chamber, threatening to shatter it into a thousand pieces.

As befitting the ancient undead, the Lich’s magic and destructive power were truly terrifying.

『Die. . . Die. . .!』

The Lich cursed Siwoo and his companions, its voice filled with a hollow rage.

“You’re nothing but a walking corpse, yet you dare to speak such nonsense.”

Siwoo channeled all the magic in his core.

His muscles burned and his body surged with overflowing power.

He spread his arms wide and thrust them forward.

Two large circles appeared, each filled with hundreds of intricate runes.

Magic flowed through the circuits like a raging waterfall.

Siwoo felt his core ache as a significant amount of magic was drained from his body.

He curled his lip into a smirk.

Double casting.

[Song of Iron: Iron Fist]

[Thunderclap: Sky Dragon’s Roar]

A fist made of solid iron was created, and the lightning of the heavenly sky, scattering electricity, was overlaid on it in the form of a dragon.

“The dead belong in the grave.”

The devastating spell tore through the air and struck with full force.

The undead guardian of the catacombs glared with crimson eyes.

『Our glory. . . Shall return. . .!』

Instead of pointing its staff forward, the Lich aimed it at its own heart.

Thud!

A shockwave of unimaginable power filled the vast chamber.

━━Rumble!

As the light faded and the shockwaves subsided, Siwoo stared at the spot where the Lich had stood, his expression impassive.

If the Lich’s ‘self-destruction’ had combined with the force of his own spell, the entire dungeon might have collapsed.

However, at the moment the Lich attempted to self-destruct, Siwoo had used the power of the core, ‘Ether,’ to create a magic shield that trapped the Lich.

“Master, are you alright?”

Siwoo’s companions approached him, their bodies covered in dust.

“I’m fine. But I feel sorry for Han Tae-chi.”

“Me? Why me, President?”

“I couldn’t use the item.”

Siwoo looked at the item in his hand and chuckled wryly.

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