The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 166

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟔𝟔: 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐬 3

People’s eyes landed on the newly-appeared individual.

White hair that was even whiter and more beautiful under the moonlight.

Distinct facial features and snow-white skin.

“Hahaha! Just who is this! Brother Kaise, it seems we have found the queen of the half-demons!”

Laban could tell that the opponent’s strength exceeded his expectations.

He had only received a cold glare.

The murderous intent, hatred, and the aura of a strong person that was difficult to conceal from the pressure he felt there was undeniable.

“Oh my, hello, queen of half-demons. We are members of the 4th-order organization that has enemies in 〈Pandemonium〉. Nice to meet you.”

“I don’t need greetings from intruders. This is my territory. Leave the desert immediately.”

Namir warned them in a hardened tone that carried no emotion.

The half-demons were a closed-off group, and they were a group that trusted no one.

Therefore, they were very sensitive to any invasion of their territory or uninvited guests.

It didn’t matter if they were a group that happened to be passing through the desert, but it was even more so for those who came with clear hostility, like right now.

Namir glanced at her surroundings.

She saw Uljibataar and Sansar, who were near death.

“Queen, would you like to have a little chat with us?”

Kaise narrowed his eyes and asked in a sly tone.

“Why should I? You attacked our guests in our territory.”

“Aha, so these guys were your guests. We have some business with these guys too.”

“Is your business taking their lives?”

“Well, we don’t plan on killing them until we get the information we want.”

Kaise chuckled with a sly expression.

“I see.”

Namir let out a soft sigh at that insane answer.

She tied back her hair, which reached down to her waist, and continued.

“Just one more question.”

“What is it, queen?”

“The half-demons’ territory has been promised an inviolable treaty for 3 years, according to the agreement with Tatar and the 3rd-realm demon king. Do you know about this and are still running wild here?”

“. . . . . .Hmm.”

Kaise scratched his head.

The organization of 〈Pandemonium〉 fundamentally operated on the principle of worshipping demons and the demon king.

Disobeying or ignoring their orders was tantamount to shaking the hierarchy of 〈Pandemonium〉.

“Well, Tatar-nim’s agreement was to not invade 〈Sult Ordd〉 for 3 years, right?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“I see. 〈Sult Ordd〉 is the underground city of the half-demons, but isn’t this the desert on the surface? I think this is Mongolian territory.”

“I was given permission by the Mongolian government to take charge of security in the ‘Gobi Desert.’ I hope you’ll leave now that you know.”

“That’s difficult.”

Kaise shut his mouth with a sullen expression at her words.

He couldn’t stubbornly persist in a situation where the name of a high-ranking demon had been mentioned.

“If you make a deal with us, we can prevent the invasion for 5 years instead of 3.”

“What kind of deal?”

“Information on a man named Min Siwoo. If you give us any information you have on him, whether it’s his weakness or anything else, we’ll extend it by 2 years.”

“Hoho.”

A chuckle escaped her lips.

Even though she had tried to resolve it as best as she could.

Namir looked at Kaise with a grin.

“Do you know what kind of relationship I have with that Min Siwoo person?”

“Well, unfortunately, I don’t. Tatar-nim is a man of few words.”

“Is that so?”

In an instant, Namir’s smile disappeared.

“Brotherrrr!!”

Laban’s body shot out like a bullet and blocked Kaise’s path.

He was clearly quite a distance away from the queen of the half-demons.

He had judged that it would take at least 2~3 seconds to reach him.

However, Namir’s speed was as fast as the speed of sound.

“Kuukㅡ!!”

She rushed in in an instant and swung the weapon she had at her waist.

‘𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘦?!’

Laban tried to block the attack by raising his axe sideways.

Kwaaaaaaaang!!

Although it was a super-alloy item that could withstand any powerful blow, the axe was reduced to dust by a single swing of Namir’s mace.

“Wh, wh, what the hell!! Don’t sleeeeeep!”

The mace swung at Laban again.

He could meet Namir’s gaze shooting at him from beyond the weapon.

A rage that went beyond mere fury.

Just as the mace was about to fall on Laban’s head, Arumu’s whip wrapped around his forearm and pulled him away.

Ppagaaaaaaaang!!

“Kyaaaaaaaaaak!”

He avoided getting hit in the head, but he couldn’t completely avoid the blow itself.

A large chunk of his left shoulder was torn out as if he had been bitten by a beast.

Laban fell to one knee, clutching his shoulder.

His head felt like it was burning white with the maddening pain.

Arumu approached him and checked his wound, asking.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Grrrr. . . I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you. . . I’ll tear you limb from limb. . . .”

Laban gritted his teeth and spat out his words.

“Wow, this is a strange attack.”

At that moment, Kaise muttered as if he had witnessed something rare while looking at Laban’s wound.

A terrible wound had been inflicted, but not a single drop of blood was coming from the wound.

“Petrification skill.”

Kaise observed the wound on his shoulder.

The spot where the mace had grazed was as hard as stone.

“Older brother, don’t stop me! I think I feel like I will feel better if I tear that woman apart!”

“Oh my, calm down, Mr. Laban. We cannot touch her because of the contract with Tatar-nim.”

“Dammit! Do you think I care about that! Even if it’s just one shoulder. . .!”

“Hey.”

Laban’s and Arumu’s bodies froze stiff at Kaise’s voice, which was cold enough to make their bones creak.

“Are you going to disobey my orders again. . . ? When it’s an order from a high-ranking demon. . . ?”

Madness flickered in Kaise’s sharply narrowed eyes.

Laban gulped.

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

“N-No, I’m sorry, Older brother. I almost made a big mistake. Please forgive me.”

“This is your last chance. . . . If you do it again next time. . . I’ll kill you. . . ?”

“Y-Yes! I’m really sorry, Older brother!”

Laban, who had been frightened, kowtowed to the sand, trembling.

Kaise let out a long sigh and patted him on the back, saying.

“Oh my, Mr. Laban. I guess I got excited. Don’t tremble so much. Aren’t we comrades?”

“Y-Yes! I understand. I’m sorry!”

“That’s good. I’m glad you understand.”

Kaise smiled and turned his head towards Namir.

“This time, we’ll step back. Because of Tatar-nim’s orders, and because I don’t want to butt heads with the queen of the half-demons.”

“Kaise, are you just going to go back like this?”

“Yes, Arumu. The queen of the half-demons is something we cannot deal with. I do not think she will give us any information.”

Namir glared at Kaise with eyes full of anger.

“Then, let’s just step back for now. Let’s meet again in 3 years and have a slow chat.”

Kaise gave a creepily sinister smile and disappeared with Arumu and Laban.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘒𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘺, 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. . . .’

Namir didn’t let go of her tension until their presence disappeared.

“N-Namir-nim. . . .”

“Mr. Uljibataar, are you okay?”

“I-I’m fine. . . Please check on Sansar. . . .”

“I have a potion that master gave me, so I’ll tell Sirke to bring it.”

Namir reassured him and approached Sansar.

However, her mind couldn’t stop thinking about the guys who had come to get information on Siwoo.

‘𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳. . . 𝘉𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭.’

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

Siwoo kicked the wall at the end of the dead-end passage with his foot.

It didn’t seem like there was an empty space on the other side.

“I guess this is the end.”

He muttered to himself and started looking for any joints in the wall.

Siwoo and his party had walked quite a bit further after defeating the lich.

Fortunately, there were no more monsters or traps.

“Han Tae-chi, what’s the magic concentration?”

“Yes, President. The reaction isn’t that high. It seems like this is the end, as you said.”

“That’s strange.”

Siwoo felt like the lich had been protecting something when it fought.

Whether it was a precious treasure, a king’s tomb, or a secret treasure of the race, there must have been something that the legion was protecting.

“This is an empty room. Shouldn’t there at least be a small coffin?”

“That’s right, master. I’ve been to many dungeons, but I don’t think there’s ever been a place as empty as this. How can there not be a single item?”

In fact, the lich’s crown and staff were items that were close to being artifacts, but they had been reduced to dust by the explosion.

“Sister. The dungeon we went to before was worse than this. Do you remember the dungeon in Jinhae?”

“Hey, don’t even mention that. Was that a dungeon or a trash can?”

“Grandmaster~! There’s an unusual picture on the wall here!”

Benedict, who had been looking around here and there with Sion, shouted after discovering an interesting mural.

Siwoo and Han Tae-chi approached where he was pointing.

“Oh. . . President, this mural seems to have different content than before.”

“So it does. It looks like it’s depicting a war.”

A battle between a group of mixed races and a group with horns.

However, the content of the mural changed towards the end, showing the horned group gaining the upper hand.

“In the end, it seems like the ones who lost the war escaped into the depths of the dungeon.”

The content of the mural didn’t continue after the image of a king shedding tears and blocking the wall.

“This isn’t your race, is it?”

【𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧.】

Pre fluttered his wings and looked at Siwoo with a look that said, ‘Don’t you even know that?’

“Little master~ But who is this king? Is it the lich we saw earlier?”

“No, it doesn’t seem like the lich. If you look at the other pictures, there’s a priest there too, separate from the king.”

“Oh? Really? Then the king’s room, aside from the lich’s. . . Is it in this dungeon?”

“If we infer from the picture, it should be.”

However, there was no visible path leading to that room.

Was it blocked off, or was there a hidden path somewhere?

“Grandmaster! I want to go into that room! Do you happen to know the way to the room?”

【𝐇𝐮𝐡? 𝐎𝐡, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰! 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠!】

“As expected! Then please guide us! I’ll treat you to some delicious meat as soon as we get outside!”

【𝐓-𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭. . . 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥!】

“Wow.”

Siwoo looked at him from the side with a smirk.

【𝐖-𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?】

“Cast the spell.”

【. . . 𝐑-𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰?】

“Don’t you want to open the room now, look around the dungeon quickly, and go out to eat meat?”

【𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲. . .】

“Little master! Don’t ignore our Grandmaster! Grandmaster, this unworthy disciple awaits!”

Benedict stared at Pre with sparkling eyes.

【𝐓𝐡. . . 𝐀𝐡, 𝐈 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝. . . .】

Pre hesitated for a moment before approaching the wall.

He looked at Siwoo with eyes that asked for help, but Siwoo just watched Pre with one side of his lips curled up.

He. . . He, here it opens!!】

There was a moment of silence.

“Pfft. Is it done?”

Siwoo asked with a smirk.

【𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧. . . 𝐇𝐮𝐡?】

Thud, thud, thud.

The moment Pre hit the wall with his wings, the wall where the mural was painted opened up and people fell out.

“. . . . . .??”

【𝐈-𝐈 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭!】

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