The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 169

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟔𝟗: 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 3

On four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and three legs in the evening.

Siwoo’s uppercut sent Sphynx’s body flying into the air.

『Crack. . .!!』

Sphynx’s mind was in a daze from the sudden blow.

A sharp pain shoots through its prideful jaw.

“You were on four legs just now, but now you’re on two?”

Siwoo looked at Sphynx with a devilish smile.

Sphynx, who had guarded the doorway to the king’s bedchamber his entire life after the king had been sealed away, felt a chill run down his spine at the unexpected enemy’s mockery.

He had faced countless enemies, but Siwoo was the first of his kind.

Normally, they would be overwhelmed by Sphynx’s size and magic and would quickly run away.

A human kicking his jaw and making him stand on two legs?

It was an unimaginable situation.

Not even the demons who had tried to destroy the king’s bedchamber had done something like this.

“Because there will be three legs in the evening.”

『Wait a minute. . . Stop. . . This fight is invalid. . .!!』

“Since when does anyone care about your opinion?”

Siwoo smirked and grabbed one of Sphynx’s legs, twisting it and ripping it off in the opposite direction.

『Kyaaaaak. . .!!』

Sphynx writhed in pain, but he could still hear Siwoo’s words clearly.

“Now, you’re standing on the ground with three legs. I answered the riddle correctly.”

『You monster. . . Even after all this. . . Do you think. . . you will survive. . .?』

The Sphinx’s eyes burn with rage, its expression twisted in fury.

His eyes were alive, as if he had no intention of backing down.

“Whether I’ll be okay or not is for the loser to decide. Do you think you’ll be okay with those eyes?”

Siwoo clicked his tongue and slapped Sphynx’s cheek.

『You fool. . . Do you really. . . want to die. . .?』

Sphynx blinked his eyes at Siwoo’s unexpected behavior and replied.

【𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫! 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞!】

At that moment, Pre, who had been in his front pocket, poked his head out and spoke boldly.

“Comrade Ri Sin-hyok. I think that round rat is the leader.”

“As expected of comrades from the Southern Joseon, you have no understanding of anything because you drink American water.”

“That person is the Grandmaster! This Benedict Ackerman is his number one disciple!”

Benedict boasted as he flicked his blond hair, and Ri Sin-hyok waved his hand at him.

“What the hell?! Don’t talk to me, you American bastard!”

“What? I’m not American, I’m from the great German. . .”

“You little punk, you talk too much! All those who put yellow dog urine on their heads are American kids! Just shut up!”

“C-Comrade Ri Sin-hyok! Benedict Ackerman is Germany’s ‘Monster Hunter’! Calm down!”

Siwoo, who had been looking around at the noisy group, turned his head to Sphynx.

However, Siwoo’s eyes widened in surprise when he saw Pre, and he shook his head.

『You. . . Don’t tell me. . . No, that can’t be. . . Clearly. . .』

It was as if he had seen something he shouldn’t have.

Siwoo looked at him for a moment and opened his mouth.

“Don’t be so nervous, I’m just going to pick up some items around here without waking the king. Can’t we compromise on that?”

Sphynx replied with a slightly softer face.

『You misunderstand something. . . I am the one who protects the king’s peace. . . Do you know why?』

“. . .Why?”

『Because if the King awakens. . ., there is no one who can withstand his wrath. . . In other words, I am not guarding the King. . . but rather, I am preventing those who approach the tomb from provoking the King’s wrath.』

“What happens when the king gets angry?”

『Even if the priests and his army, and I, attack him at the same time. . . he is someone we cannot handle. . .』

Siwoo looked interested at Sphynx’s answer.

『Why are you making that face. . .? The king is so strong that he can’t even be compared to me. . . Why are you smiling because it’s good?』

“Just relax and open the door to the room.”

Siwoo replied with a grin.

“Looks like hyung got triggered.”

“I can’t just let it go when I hear that there’s a strong opponent.”

“. . .Master is too reckless.”

Unaware of his disciples’ side conversation, Siwoo headed towards the door that Sphynx was guiding him to.

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

Sphynx did not follow him.

Instead, he opened the door without any resistance and added that the way to save his life was to not wake the king.

The long corridor led to a single room.

An ornate door, which looked like a king’s room to anyone, appeared at the end of the corridor.

The door, adorned with colorful jewels and gold embroidery, evoked a strange awe just by facing it.

“Shall I go in first?”

Siwoo asked Ri Sin-hyok out of courtesy.

It felt like it was, but this space was definitely in North Korean territory.

“No, not at all, comrade. If it weren’t for you, a comrade from South Korea, we wouldn’t have made it this far. Don’t worry, you go first.”

“Is that so? Then I won’t be polite.”

Siwoo pushed the door open and went inside.

A dark, gloomy darkness.

Han Tae-chi’s item emitted a faint light, brightening the surroundings.

“It feels like a big prison.”

It was too desolate to be called a bedchamber.

There was no furniture except for a bed against the wall.

The room was very large, but the ceiling seemed to be even higher than the space where they had just fought Sphynx.

Siwoo turned his gaze to the bed.

The king was not there.

【𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦.】

In the center of the room, someone was sitting on a large chair with their head down.

The man in a red cloak had a long beard and long hair, and he was leaning against the chair with a long sword upright.

“Is that a living?”

Ryu Hyeong-myeong whispered in a low voice.

“Is that right? He’s dead, he must be dead. He’s not moving at all.”

“But something. . . feels strange.”

“You bastard, you’re just scared, aren’t you, you coward?”

Ri Sin-hyok stopped the mood from getting worse with a scolding.

“Comrade from South Korea. If you have what you need, let’s get out of here quickly. These little punks are too scared to stay here.”

“Yes, let’s do that.”

Siwoo nodded at his words.

“He’s moving, Oppa.”

At that moment, Sion pointed her finger at the king and said.

『. . .Ha. . .』

A very faint and weak breath.

Everyone’s eyes were drawn to one place.

In the ensuing silence, the king slowly raised his head.

A bluish, corpse-like skin color could be seen between his long hair.

Jet-black eyes looked at Siwoo and his party.

A body consisting only of skin and bones creaked and rose.

He looked as weak as the skeletons they had encountered on their way here, but the energy flowing from him was not ordinary.

『. . .Who dares to disturb this king’s slumber. . .』

A dull, hoarse voice came out, not matching the appearance of a dying old man.

“We’re just going to quietly take the items we need and leave, so why don’t you just go back to sleep?”

Siwoo said, stirring up the mana he had been suppressing.

『You are insolent. You dare to speak to this king so casually, it seems you do not value your life.』

“Isn’t it you who doesn’t value your life? So stop clinging to your rotten body even after you’re dead.”

The party was amazed at Siwoo’s relentless provocation.

‘That South Korean comrade must have several lives. My heart is pounding.’

『I have one last duty as king. I will cut off your neck and bathe in your blood for the first time in a long time.』

Kuuuuuuuuuuuuung!!

An enormous aura poured out from the king’s body.

The sharp momentum of killing intent surged towards Siwoo and his party like a wave.

Just facing it makes their skin feel like it’s being torn apart, and it becomes difficult to breathe.

“Keugh!”

“Cough! Master!”

“P-President, watch out━Kak.”

The party hurriedly gathered their mana.

The king’s appearance, where the difference in mana could be clearly felt, made it difficult to breathe.

Compared to the king, The Lich and the Sphinx’s presence seemed like that of children.

“You certainly have the right to talk big.”

Siwoo pulled Balmung out of his arms and twisted one side of his mouth.

『Be prepared, you who have disturbed this king’s rest.』

The king grabbed the long sword next to him and charged at Siwoo.

It’s closer to a slab of iron than a sword, but the King moves with the agility of a beast despite holding the greatsword.

A dazzlingly fast sword strike came at them.

Siwoo poured mana into Balmung as much as he could and blocked the king’s blow.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ!!

Even though he had just blocked one attack, his forearms felt like they were going to fall off.

“This damn old skeleton bastard!!”

Siwoo gritted his teeth and swung Balmung.

Kwang! Kwaaaaaaaaaaaㅡㅡㅡㅡ!!

Sparks flew and shockwaves swept through the area every time the swords clashed.

The blades snarled and raised their edges as if they were going to devour each other.

『You have some skill, for an intruder. I will tear out your wriggling intestines and eat them raw.』

“Bastard, stop talking nonsense?!”

Behind Siwoo’s back, a huge magic circle unfolded and a blue magic circle appeared.

Hundreds of ice shards as sharp as blades emitted cold air and shot towards the king like bullets.

Kwakakakakakaka!!

The king grabbed the iron sword with his backhand and stabbed it into the ground, hiding behind it.

The ice blades froze the sword whole.

『Such a petty skill.』

The king infused his own mana into the large sword.

The dark and sinister energy of the dead mixed with the mana and added a jet-black glow to the sword.

『Can you, a mere mortal, withstand this king’s wrath?』

The king’s eyes sparkled with murderous intent.

His sword fell from above as if it would cut Siwoo in half.

Je━━━━━━━ng!!

Siwoo’s mana and the king’s murderous aura clashed, creating an enormous burst of sound.

The party covered their ears at the deafening noise.

Jejejejejejejeeeeeeeeeeeeng!! Jejejejejeeng!!

With each swing of the large sword filled with mana, blood spurted out of Siwoo’s mouth.

His insides felt twisted and his mana pool felt like it was going to burst.

The King’s anger and obsession, which have been building up for hundreds of years, are transformed into magic, resulting in an even more viscous killing intent.

【𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩!】

Pre, who had been grumbling in his pocket, said.

“Ugh! I’ll ask for your help if I need it in a bit!”

Siwoo shouted, wiping away the blood flowing from his mouth and blocking the pouring sword strikes.

It felt like his mana was dripping out of his body one drop at a time, like black ink dripping into a glass of water, and it was messing with his dantian.

『How long do you think you can last? If you kneel down and apologize, I will show you mercy and cut off your neck in one blow.』

“Will you just shut up? I don’t need mercy from a dead man!”

『As expected, thing king’s judgment is not wrong. Die, human. Die in agony.』

The king spat out a curse-like tirade and bit his own forearm.

As black blood gushed out, the king smeared the blood on the large sword.

“Ugh, this zombie bastard is ridiculously strong.”

Siwoo poured all the remaining mana in his dantian into Balmung.

Beyond his aching dantian, Siwoo pulled out a handful of ether from his core and released it throughout his body.

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