The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 23.1

๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘: ๐Ž๐ง๐ž ๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง

“Hunter. . . a professional killer?”

“You know what a killer is, right? It’s just that the target isn’t an ordinary person, but a Hunter. The old man here is quite famous in his own right. The kid is a newbie.”

Volk answered with a calm face, as if he were introducing his family.

But they weren’t strangers like a family.

It was just a ‘family’ concept as members of the same organization.

“Haha. The puppy is talkative today. Giving a briefing in front of the enemy.”

“Oh, shit, what does it matter what I say when I’m going to kill you anyway.”

“I got it, so go finish it. I can’t do anything because of that punk.”

Volk glared at the kid for a moment.

But the kid didn’t react much.

“Damn it, I have to do it myself.”

Volk approached Siwoo, who was being crushed on the ground.

โ€˜This oldman has a technique that implements tremendous gravity, restraining the opponent and making them unable to fight. After fighting together a few times, I’ve never seen anyone escape that technique.โ€™

“It’s the first time I’ve seen it directly on the ground. . . Damn it, old man, is this going to damage me too?”

“Don’t worry, it only reacts to living things that were there when the ground was first formed! It’s not like he’s a puppy.”

Volk cursed as he trudged forward, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the empty space.

He could hardly believe that this was the same man who had been so defiant in the back of the convoy, cowering like an insect.

“I asked you who you were, didn’t I? This is what happens when you wag your tongue too much.”

Volk flared his mana.

“Any last words?”

Usually, it was a plea for mercy rather than a last wish.

Not that he ever granted it.

“. . . . . . Do you know a Hunter named Min-jun?”

“No. Who’s that? Why should I know?”

Volk gathered his mana, wondering what kind of strange question that was.

He figured he should just blow the guy’s head off and be done with it.

That was the plan.

But then.

Siwoo rose from the ground.

With unnatural ease.

“. . . . . . Huh?”

“I got my answer. Now it’s time to get to work.”

Was this the same guy who had been crushed under the weight of gravity and pressure just moments ago?

Volk’s mind briefly seized up at the incomprehensible turn of events.

โ€˜What the hell was going on?โ€™

Siwoo glanced at him and then kicked his foot.

To everyone else, Siwoo seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Thwack.

A short, sharp thud echoed through the air.

The only one who ‘recognized’ the sound was the old man.

It was Siwoo, who had clearly been immobilized by the gravity spell.

Normally, once you were caught in that, you couldn’t move without permission.

At least not until the mana was released.

A skilled craftsman who created the spell, a sorcerer who input the magic formula, and himself, who had infused it with his own mana.

It was a technique that could be considered the combined effort of three people.

Yet the guy who had been writhing on the floor just moments ago, unable to move an inch under the crushing pressure, had disappeared.

In the blink of an eye.

Just long enough for the smoke from his inhaled cigarette to still be curling around his lungs.

Thud.

Another sound.

Volk’s gaze arrived a moment too late to see a fountain of blood erupt from the young man’s body as it burst into flames.

He died without even uttering a final word.

Blood gushed from his severed neck, soaking the floor.

“Y-You bastardใ…ก!!”

Volk’s boiling rage mixed with his mana, threatening to explode.

His mana, as sharp as needles, coursed through his body, enveloping him in a giant aura as his muscles and bones twisted and swelled like bread.

โ”Crunch

Volk’s muscles and bones twisted and swelled like bread, growing larger and larger.

[๐๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฅ๐Ÿ]

ใ€๐•‹๐•™๐•– ๐•“๐•’๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ๐••’๐•ค ๐•’๐•ก๐•ก๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•”๐•– ๐•™๐•’๐•ค ๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•Ÿ๐•˜๐•–๐••! ๐”พ๐•ฆ๐•๐•ก! โ„๐•š๐•ค ๐•ž๐•–๐•’๐•ฅ ๐•๐• ๐• ๐•œ๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐• ๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•™!!ใ€‘

‘๐™„๐™ฉ’๐™จ ๐™ง๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™จ๐™š๐™š ๐™– ๐™๐™ง๐™–๐™ฃ๐™จ๐™˜๐™š๐™ฃ๐™™๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐˜ผ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ง.’

Standing over 2m tall, his muscles rippling like they were about to burst, his gray fur growing longer, and his claws becoming sharper.

Volk’s wolf-like face contorted in rage.

“Graaaaaaaaaaaa!!”

The half-man, half-wolf lunged at Siwoo, his arms outstretched.

Even his movements had changed, becoming as swift and deadly as a wild beast.

Click.

Red mana gathered on his razor-sharp claws.

All ten fingers shot out a barrage of mana, slashing at the spot where Siwoo had been standing.

Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! Kwang!

A deafening roar filled the air as a huge gash appeared in the space, as if a giant beast had torn it apart.

But Volk’s instincts told him that Siwoo hadn’t been hit.

“Grrrrrr! You little rat!”

“Volkใ…กใ…ก! Calm down!!”

Just then, the old man’s voice boomed out.

He had taken out another relic, a crossbow, and infused it with all his mana, aiming the bolt at the spot where Siwoo had dodged.

This was already the second relic he had used.

It was an excessive expenditure of resources just to deal with one person.

But he had no choice.

It was true that he had regretted using the gravity relic just moments ago.

He had even grumbled about it being a waste.

But that was before the young man had died.

He hadn’t died in a great showdown. He had just had his neck snapped.

Even the old man, who always kept a close eye on the flow of mana, hadn’t noticed it.

This was no time to be stingy with expensive relics.

The old man cursed his own arrogance.

That’s why he had quickly taken out a second relic.

Clank- Twang!

The bowstring snapped from the old man’s fingers.

A giant serpent god,

[๐๐ž๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐š ๐’๐ž๐ซ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง๐ญ: ๐Œ๐š๐ก๐ฎ๐ซ๐š๐ ๐š]

The evil god Mahuraga flew through the air like a bolt of lightning, its body wreathed in electricity.

Wherever it passed, its scales flashed, creating a deafening roar that shook the air.

“Ugh. . . .”

The old man felt his dantian, which had been completely drained of mana, and collapsed to the ground.

He had originally intended to keep this relic as a kind of last resort.

But in the brief moment when Siwoo had escaped from the gravity field and killed his comrade, the old man had felt an overwhelming sense of terror that had consumed his reason.

‘๐™„ ๐™๐™–๐™ซ๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ ๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก ๐™๐™ž๐™ข!!’

Crackle, crackle, crackleใ…กใ…ก

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