The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 218

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟏𝟖: 𝐎𝐚𝐭𝐡 2

“Hey, look, there’s a guest coming.”

“I wondered who would come all the way out to this countryside. That guy looks just like we expected.”

“Hehehe. Let’s all get our extensions ready.”

The prisoners guarding the entrance to the national cemetery snickered as they watched three men approaching from a distance.

Their figures, pushing through the fierce rain, seemed like prey walking into a predator’s lair of their own volition.

“First one to hit him gets the prize!”

At that moment, one of the prisoners took a step forward, eager to take the lead.

He gathered his fingertips together, aimed at the three men, and fired a bullet made of magical energy.

He had killed twenty hunters with this technique alone.

Even if they were wearing bulletproof vests, his magical bullets could not be blocked, and they were faster than regular bullets, making them impossible to dodge.

As the bullet shot out of his fingertips, it pierced through the raindrops, one by one, about to penetrate its target.

[Othello: Repulsion]

The bullet that had been fired was reflected back, piercing the man’s torso.

“Ugh. . .!”

The prisoner coughed up blood from his mouth and chest before breathing his last.

“Not bad, huh?”

“Thank you for the compliment, President. I’ll work hard!”

The other prisoners, who had been watching from a distance, sighed as they looked at their fallen comrade who had died in vain.

“That idiot.”

“I knew he’d get himself killed when he went out there alone.”

“We should’ve weeded out the weaklings and kicked them out of the prison in the first place. Now he’s made us all look bad.”

“Who’s going next?”

“Oh, I’ll go!”

At that moment, one of the prisoners who had been listening to the conversation spoke up, dismissing the opinions of the others.

“This isn’t a game. Let’s all go together, without letting our guard down.”

The others made slightly disgruntled faces at his words, but they all stepped forward, figuring he had a point.

“I’ll take the big guy on the right.”

“Then I’ll take the bespectacled guy on the left.”

“The unlucky-looking bastard in the middle is mine.”

As they chattered among themselves, exchanging casual banter,

A sharp whistling sound cut through the air, slicing through the raindrops like a single trajectory.

Swooshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Before the prisoners could even comprehend what had happened, their heads and torsos were separated, spewing blood.

Siwoo washed the blood of Balmung in the flowing rain.

“Your swordsmanship has gotten a lot faster. Have you been practicing?”

Choi Dae-soo muttered as he watched Siwoo’s swordsmanship.

At his current speed, he seemed like he could even rival Do Kyung-hoo.

Siwoo let out a soft chuckle instead of responding and headed towards where the magical energy was raging.

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

Siwoo, who had reached the center of the national cemetery, stopped in his tracks and raised his hand, gesturing for the others to stop.

Choi Dae-soo and Han Tae-chi, who had been following behind, immediately stopped and scanned the area ahead.

“There are a lot of them. I can feel their murderous intent surrounding us from all sides.”

Choi Dae-soo stroked his beard as he sensed the sharp, needle-like killing intent emanating from all sides.

“It seems like the boss doesn’t want to show himself so easily.”

Siwoo could sense Chae Woo-dam, the mastermind behind this incident, lurking somewhere beyond.

A strangely distorted magical energy and a sticky demonic energy that could be felt even in this downpour.

“What should we do?”

Choi Dae-soo asked with a grim expression in response to Siwoo’s question.

“You’re better at dealing with that kind of magic than I am. Han Tae-chi and I will clean up and follow you.”

“Excuse me? Me too?”

“There must be at least a hundred of them. Do you think we can win?”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. That’s an inappropriate question. Who are you asking that to?”

“I’m not really worried, I’m just wondering if I’ll get in your way later.”

Choi Dae-soo glared at Siwoo and let out a soft sigh.

“I can’t have a conversation with you for more than a minute. It’s annoying.”

“Thank you for the compliment. I’ll go ahead and check it out, so follow me when you’re done cleaning up.”

As soon as Siwoo finished speaking, he charged towards the place where the demonic energy was overflowing.

As soon as he moved, the prisoners who had been silently waiting all around them gathered their magical energy at once, trying to block Siwoo’s path.

Their methods and skills were different, but they were all assassins skilled enough to kill a person.

“Tsk.”

However, Siwoo clicked his tongue and resumed a single chant.

Magical energy surged.

A bright blue magic circle emitted light, and the rainwater falling around them began to move and ripple.

[Water Breath: Thousand Spears of Rain]

The raindrops intertwined and transformed into thousands of sharp needles.

Siwoo fired the skill without a moment’s hesitation.

Kwaduddudududuk!!

Thousands of water needles pierced the bodies of the charging men like tofu.

The prisoners died without even being able to open their mouths, coughing up blood.

Even though they had activated their skills before Siwoo, they were far inferior to Siwoo in terms of magical energy control and skill execution, which led to this outcome.

“The rest is up to you guys.”

Siwoo finished speaking and headed straight for his target.

Choi Dae-soo gritted his teeth, suppressing the urge to smoke a cigarette, and strode forward.

“Your Excellency, what should I. . . .”

“You stay here and provide cover. I’ll take care of the cleanup myself.”

He infused his ring with magical energy.

A pair of jet-black gauntlets were added to his fists.

“Tsk, tsk. Damn criminals. Since you escaped, you have to pay the price.”

Magical energy surged from Choi Dae-soo’s body in waves.

“Hey. . . I’ve never heard of anyone so strong.”

“Holy crap, it’s Choi Dae-soo.”

“Are you kidding me? Why is the President here, doing something like this?”

“No, that’s really Choi Dae-soo. . .”

Only then did the prisoners realize that the man they were facing was the strongest man in the world.

“The verdict is. . . immediate execution for all.”

His gauntlets shot forward, blowing the heads off the prisoners who had been standing still.

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

【𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞!】

“Yes, I see him too.”

Dark, overcast clouds and relentless downpour.

The silhouette of the cemetery, completely black and its boundaries invisible.

Siwoo spotted a lone figure standing there, his body hunched over.

‘𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘦 𝘞𝘰𝘰-𝘥𝘢𝘮?’

If he hadn’t heard about him beforehand, Siwoo wouldn’t have thought of the figure as human.

Because the aura flowing from him was enough to be considered a demon race, and its concentration was quite sinister.

【𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐨.】

Siwoo turned his gaze in the direction Pre had indicated, without letting his guard down against his opponent.

There was indeed a strange object there.

It was a large, reddish shape, as if encased in a semi-transparent shell.

“That’s her.”

Suddenly, a voice came from the figure that had been hunched over.

“I put her heart in. . . but it’s still unstable. That’s why I put her in an ‘incubator’.”

“Do you really believe that a dead person can come back to life?”

“. . .She’s not dead. She’s just been lying there, waiting for someone to wake her up. Do you want to kill her that badly?”

“I don’t want to kill her. She’s already dead. And you must know who killed her.”

At Siwoo’s words, Chae Woo-dam shook his body from side to side, creaking.

It was a bizarre movement, like a puppet being moved by strings, not a living creature.

“Hehehe. . . Ryu Ji-hwan. . . The bastard who tore her limbs apart. How could I forget? That son of a b*tch who stole her smile.”

“Then I guess you know that Ryu Ji-hwan is part of the 〈Pandemonium〉 you’re working with?”

Chae Woo-dam stopped moving and lowered his head again.

His expression was too dark to read, but the anger and humiliation that surged from him were enough to feel.

“If Eun-ju comes back. . . My next target is that bastard. I swore and swore that I would tear Ryu Ji-hwan to pieces and throw him to the goblins as food.”

“Well. . . Do whatever you want with that. Is she in there?”

Siwoo pointed to the object called the ‘incubator’ with his finger.

“Hehehe.”

Chae Woo-dam moved his body and approached it, gently caressing it like a mother would.

“Yes. . . She’s in here. My beloved.”

He embraced the giant egg in an ecstatic voice.

It moved inside the semi-transparent shell as if responding to Chae Woo-dam’s voice.

‘𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦. . .?’

Siwoo drew Balmung from his bosom and pointed it at Chae Woo-dam, opening his mouth.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think a reunion is possible. You’re either going to jail or getting executed, and the dead should return to their graves.”

“. . .You guys always try to separate me and her.”

“Because she’s deadㅡ.”

“Why!! Why does no one want her to come back!!”

At that moment, Chae Woo-dam’s body exploded with a mixture of magical energy and demonic energy, flaring up with momentum.

Siwoo immediately drew his own magical energy and erected a shield.

It was clear that normal conversation was impossible.

“Your demonic energy is so thick and dirty, it seems like you’ve given up on returning to being human.”

“Hehehe, you’re the same. You don’t want Eun-ju either. Those kinds of people don’t deserve to live!”

After Chae Woo-dam finished speaking, a giant chant appeared beneath his feet.

Geometric letters and symbols were jumbled together, the strokes connected haphazardly like a child’s scribbles.

The magical energy and demonic energy that corresponded to them seemed to be forcibly twisted together rather than harmonizing with each other.

Crimson thorns emerged from the magic circle like flames.

chwajaja!

Hundreds of thorny vines that had pierced through the ground swung wildly in all directions, as if they were trying to ensnare Siwoo whole.

Siwoo quickly jumped up into the air.

He swung Balmung to cut down the branches that were chasing after him and rolled forward.

However, the thorns sprouted up wherever Siwoo stepped, like a trap that reacted in a chain.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳.’

Whether it was a living creature or magic, it was quite a task for the caster to control it every moment and make it follow the enemy’s movements.

It consumed a lot of magic power, and it took a lot of concentration to predict the enemy’s movements and use the skill.

But this case was different.

These thorns must have already taken root throughout the graveyard before Siwoo arrived.

And it was a kind of counterattack that automatically popped up and attacked when the enemy’s magic power was detected.

Siwoo instantly gathered his magic power.

Swish.

Then, the attacks that had been chasing him and sprouting up until just now stopped all at once.

“You’re quite perceptive. . . .”

“This much is nothing.”

“But without magic power. . . You’ll die soon.”

Chae Woo-dam snapped his fingers.

Thud!

Enough thorns to cover the ground and form a small hill sprang up from all sides and rushed towards Siwoo like living snakes.

“There’s a lot of them.”

Siwoo quickly created a technique.

[Whirlwind: Dragon Ascension]

A gust of wind that started from the ground spun fiercely and tore off the incoming thorns, sending them flying in all directions.

The best way to deal with it would be with fire magic, but it couldn’t be helped since it was pouring rain.

Siwoo controlled his magic power and turned the direction of the whirlwind towards Chae Woo-dam.

The pouring rain, the torn thorns, and the fierce wind came together and stirred up the ground.

“Not this way!!”

Chae Woo-dam realized the existence of the egg behind him, not himself, and shouted fiercely.

Bam!

Chae Woo-dam began to concentrate all of his power into one place, looking at the Dragon Ascension that became more intense as it spun. becoming more intense as it spun.

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