The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 170

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟕𝟎: 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 4

A tingling sensation ran through Siwoo’s mana veins.

As if a thick needle had been injected with an icy liquid into his blood vessels, a chill ran through his body and a metallic taste of blood filled his mouth.

The energy contained within the Dragon Core, Ether.

It would have been great if he could use it whenever he needed it, but magic and ether could not be used together.

Ether and magic are similar but different.

If magic power is the energy created by absorbing mana from nature into the dantian to filter and use, then Ether is the energy filtered after the Dragon Core sucks in mana.

The problem was that the purity and concentration of magic and ether were completely different.

It was not for nothing that dragons were called ‘beings loved by mana’.

As if brewing coffee in a cold brew method, the ‘Dragon’s Core’ carefully selected only the purest and most concentrated mana.

Siwoo felt the energy of ether spreading through his muscles.

His nerves tingled as if they were on fire, and a sharp pain came as if his muscle fibers were melting.

He clenched his teeth so hard that he could hear a click from his molars.

His lips trembled at the intense pain that was all too real.

The side effect of ether was nothing else.

If it were possible to use such pure mana, all races would have done their best to use that power.

However, the purifying power that the ‘Dragon’s Core’ possessed and the mana that was filtered using that power ended up not being used by any other species.

No, they couldn’t use it.

It was because it was so pure that it could not be handled by an ordinary body.

Numerous strong people had tried to challenge the taboo, but all those who had tried had either gone mad or died, unable to withstand the pain.

However, Siwoo was able to use it.

‘𝘐𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥, 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦.’

Every time he used ether, he spread his regeneration skill all over his body.

Even if his muscles were torn, his blood vessels burned, or his internal organs were shaken, he could recover them right away.

However, even if the wounds healed, there was nothing he could do about the pain he felt when the wounds were created.

Siwoo spat the blood flowing from his mouth onto the floor.

As if his heart was in his ear, the thumping sound was heard too close.

『Intruder, you are using a strange power. It’s the first time I’ve felt this energy.』

“Really? It must be the first time you’ve felt it. Everyone who has faced it has died, so they couldn’t feel it twice.”

Siwoo stepped on his right foot with his left foot as the axis.

Crack.

The ground cracked.

His body shot like a ray of light, and Balmung left a long trail in the air.

The king raised his greatsword to meet his attack.

Fwoosh.

Black blood engulfed the greatsword, centered on the part where it was cut.

『Those who oppose me will only die. Burn like a bug.』

The Balmung swung by Siwoo and the king’s burning greatsword clashed.

ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ Thud!!

A tremendous shockwave tore through the atmosphere, followed by a roar.

The lightning bolts flashed as they rubbed against each other.

『Keuheuk. . . ! What kind of reckless attack is this? 』

The king was shaken to the core by the destructive force that surged after blocking Siwoo’s blow.

Even though he was pouring out magic without rest, it was no match for Siwoo’s magic power.

Is that really magic?

It was the unanimous opinion of the wizards that magic could not reach the level of magic.

As he was absorbed in such thoughts, Siwoo’s fierce attacks poured in.

Clang━━! Claaang━━!!

The black flames that had wrapped around the king’s greatsword were scattered by the violent blow.

The king’s hands became clumsy as he swung his sword like a ferocious beast’s kick.

Even though he was already a dead body, his bones seemed to be crumbling from the surging magic power.

『What the hell is the energy coming out of you!』

The king asked, his blue face twisted in anger.

“What do you mean, what is it? It’s the magic of a dragon.”

Siwoo said in terms that the other person could easily understand.

However, the king did not hide his anger as if he was offended by his words.

『Do you really think of me as a fool? It is a well-known fact that no other race can use the magic power of a dragon.』

“It’s not wrong, but it’s not right either.”

Siwoo said with a mocking smile.

Ri Sin-hyok, who had been listening to the conversation from afar, whispered to Ryu Hyeong-myeong.

“What is this? Is that South Korean comrade saying that he’s a dragon now?”

“Y-Yes, I think so. He definitely said he was a dragon.”

“Isn’t that nonsense? How can a human use the power of the dragons?”

“But comrade Ri Sin-hyok, the ‘earth’s energy’ coming from that South Korean comrade seems different from ours.”

Ryu Hyeong-myeong felt that the energy emanating from Siwoo was different.

He had known from the beginning that Siwoo’s skill was different, but when the nature of his magic power changed, the level of his overall aura clearly rose.

“Are all South Korean comrades using the power of the dragon race?”

Ri Sin-hyok asked, looking at Siwoo’s group with an impatient expression.

“Hey. . . Only our hyung can use it, others can’t use it at all.”

Min Si-joon waved his hand and shook his head.

“No, everyone. Don’t you know? Our esteemed and great Comrade Xiaolong can use the power of the dragons! He’s the world’s 18th rank for a reason! Maybe he can even transform into a dragon!”

“. . .Samae???”

“Oh━ Comrade Xiaolong is the light of our ‘Monster Hunters’! I’ve always believed in him!”

“Hey, what do you mean light? Comrade Xiaolong is a flaming torch! A revolutionary torch that burns the American puppets!”

“. . .No, I can’t use such power. . . .”

“Our great leader of the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea has also praised Comrade Xiaolong many times!”

Lo-an looked at Kang Yeo-hwa and sent her a quick glance to explain, but Kang Yeo-hwa giggled and turned her gaze away from him.

“That old king is wielding his sword at the South Korean comrade again!”

Hyeon-dal shouted urgently to the group.

The greatsword spewed out flames violently as it reacted with the king’s magic.

“It seems that he doesn’t get tired because he’s a zombie.”

Siwoo held out his palm.

A large circle was drawn, and thousands of spells were densely packed inside it.

Geometric patterns and shapes form the axis of the magic circuit, and the energy of ether rushes along the lines.

The spell absorbs pure magic power and builds up a magic circle.

Then, a blinding flash filled the surroundings.

[Water Breath: Roar of the Water Dragon]

A water dragon sprang from the magic circle tinged with blue light and charged at the king.

『How can a swordsman use such a large-scale spell. . .?! Kwaaaak!』

The king let out a single scream and poured all his magic into the greatsword.

Flames mingled with magic and soared to a tremendous size.

The water dragon opened its huge mouth as if to swallow the king whole.

The king swung his greatsword.

Kuwaaaaaaaㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ!!

The blazing flames and the fierce currents collided, and explosive steam gushed out.

The king’s cloak fluttered violently.

『I am the last bastion of this country. I am the state, and my survival is the survival of the state!!』

The old king’s cries gradually subsided like flames.

The water dragon completely devoured the flames and dug its fangs into the king’s body.

As the dragon’s body spun in a spiral, the king was swept away without being able to do anything.

Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! Kwang!

The dragon’s body slammed violently into the high ceiling of the sanctuary.

In the place where the magnificent water flowed, the king’s body fell limply to the floor.

Kuuuuuuuung!!

Siwoo watched him silently until he moved.

The king barely raised his body by sticking his greatsword into the ground.

His face was soaked in water, making him look even more haggard and pathetic.

『I will never. . . as the king of this country. . . kneel to foreign powers.』

There was a sense of tragedy in the icy voice.

His black eyes stared at Siwoo, but in reality, they were facing the bygone era beyond him.

The alien race that had invaded his kingdom and tried to usurp his throne.

They were worse than beasts, having killed, trampled, and burned down countless people and the once-splendid city to the ground.

Demons.

The king’s eyes gleamed with murderous intent.

The priests led the remaining troops and evacuated the king to the underground of the temple.

The priests reassured him that the demons would not be able to use their powers because a special spell had been cast on the temple, and that the kingdom would be safe.

The oath of his subjects that they would protect the king at all costs.

They put the king in the room and headed to the middle of the dungeon.

The king waited and waited for them to return.

He didn’t know how much time had passed.

His once strong body was gradually weakening, and his once neat appearance became haggard.

Still, the king waited for his subjects to return.

When they returned, he would celebrate them greatly.

He would give them promotions and give them a lot of gold and silver treasures, and he would have a feast for seven nights and seven days.

The king fell asleep, savoring the days he would spend with them.

The temple’s spell was activated with the king’s death.

The spell had only one ability, to grant the king’s wish the moment his life ended.

The temple, which had sucked the life out of countless people who had entered it, fulfilled the king’s wish.

‘𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴.’

『I must wait. . . for my vassals, who will return after killing the invading enemies. . . and for the touch of God who will save this country.』

The king chanted, pointing his sword at Siwoo.

“I’m sorry, but all those subjects are dead.”

『Nonsense, nonsense! Don’t lie in front of me!』

The king frowned and shouted in an angry voice.

His greatsword swung again.

Siwoo clicked his tongue.

There was no such thing as an empty tomb.

He didn’t know about those who were alive, but Siwoo wasn’t naive enough to comfort and appease the resentment of the dead.

“Your vassals have found peace. Let me help you find peace too.”

He infused ether into Balmung.

The blade trembled as if it was shivering from the energy coming in.

Siwoo stared straight at the king’s swordsmanship and immediately drew a long trajectory.

The energy that bloomed from Balmung cut the greatsword diagonally.

Pakaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!!

The king swallowed his saliva as he looked at his broken sword.

『This is absurd. . . This was a national treasure. . . 』

He muttered, unable to let go of the hilt.

The king had a vain expression on his face as everything he had maintained even after death was denied.

“Do you have any last words?”

It was a small consideration that Siwoo could give.

The king looked around his sanctuary as if he was devastated.

『Our kingdom is now over.』

“That’s not something I can answer. Do you have anything else to say?”

『God has truly abandoned us.』

【𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧! 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠!】

At that moment, Pre jumped out of his front pocket and shouted loudly.

Next to Pre was Pumirmir, who was lying down powerlessly.

【𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤! 𝐏𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨!】

Pre said, flapping his wings and flicking Siwoo’s forehead.

“Hey, we’re having an important conversation, so be a little more considerate. . . .”

『G-God?』

At that moment, the king’s question was directed at Pre.

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