The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 236

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟑𝟔: 𝐀 𝐅𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲 3

The sensation of a blade tearing through skin, crushing blood vessels and organs, and breaking bones.

The hunter’s keen senses felt each and every one of those processes.

Javier thought with a pale face, drained of blood.

This is karma.

The just payment for his past sins.

Too many people had been sacrificed for him to live, to save his life.

Before he could even weigh whether or not it was right to prolong his life in such a way, he was already living as Burdeos’ dog.

There was no way to resist that absolute evil terror.

Disobedience meant only death.

“Keuheuk. . .!”

“You crazy bastard. . . Did you really think I’d let you go?! How dare you try to defy me?”

He growled, his voice filled with evil.

The bulging veins on Burdeos’ forehead and his flushed neck came into his blurred vision.

It wasn’t remorse or anger at someone who had betrayed his trust.

It was closer to pure rage and fury, the kind of thing you might feel when a dog you raised bites you.

Burdeos grabbed the handle of the machete and kicked Javier’s body with all his might.

Javier stared blankly at the blood gushing from the hole where the knife had been pulled out.

“Keureureuk. . .”

“I don’t know why you did this, but that doesn’t mean your sins will disappear. Don’t pretend to be a hypocrite.”

Burdeos growled at Javier.

“I would like to tear you apart right here and now, but that would be a release for you. I’ll spare your life again this time. Live and continue to be my dog forever.”

“Keuheuk. . .”

At words that were worse than a death sentence, Javier shed tears of blood and struggled to grab at his opponent.

“Sell your colleagues, sell your friends, sell their families. If you don’t want to die.”

Burdeos made a devilish expression and moved on with his machete.

“Watch from there. As your colleagues die one by one.”

The battlefield was already in a state of disarray.

A single man had brutally slaughtered dozens of hunters.

A clear result that could be called a one-sided massacre.

[Elephant Union] hunters were crawling away with their machete wounds covered with their hands.

“Keukheuheu. You’re making a mess. Do you really think you can get away with this?”

Burdeos slashed the legs of several of them with the knife he was holding.

Puck! Puck! Pewereok!!

“Kyaaaaaaaaaagh!”

“Uwaaagh!!”

“Keuheueueok. . .!”

The hunters groaned in pain and clutched their bleeding legs.

Burdeos wiped the blood off his face.

“Why? You weren’t planning on letting us live either, were you?”

If you don’t kill, you’ll be killed.

If you don’t kill, you’ll die.

The cartels and hunters of Mexico were trapped in this endless cycle of violence.

Most of the businesses that fed families in Mexico were related to drug cartels, and it was inevitable that they would get their hands dirty at some point.

It was difficult to make a living with a normal job.

It was a place where people who obeyed the law honestly became fools, because the law was far away and the cartel was close.

The soldiers, police, and hunters who opposed the cartels were mostly those who had lost family members to the cartels, rather than those who had a conscience.

That’s why the hunters didn’t forgive the cartels.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

This was the way they lived in Mexico.

Burdeos raised his machete high, looking at the hunters with terrified eyes.

“Be crushed like ants.”

“That’s you!!”

At that moment, a cyan blue magic power surged in and poured over Burdeos’ upper body like a flame.

Burdeos quickly dodged the attack before it touched his skin and gritted his teeth at his opponent.

“You’re not even worth beating up yet, you wet-behind-the-ears brat.”

“My name is Choi Kang-yul.”

“I don’t want to know the name of a guy who’s going to die anyway.”

“You’d better know it.”

“You don’t have to memorize my name either. You’re going to die today.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Burdeos’ new form disappeared and a crimson lightning bolt struck Choi Kang-yul’s side.

Zzezezezezezejeong!!

“Keueueueuk!”

And less than 0.1 seconds later, lightning struck again from right in front of Choi Kang-yul.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!!

Choi Kang-yul spat out blood and swung his fist at the electricity that was pressing down on him as he flew.

“Keukheuk. Your fist is too slow to even register.”

However, his fist didn’t even graze Burdeos, let alone hit him.

Burdeos, who had begun to use his skills in earnest, was on a different level than hunters like Han Tae-chi or Choi Kang-yul, who lacked  experience.

The difference could not be bridged by combat alone.

Choi Kang-yul grimaced as he touched his aching chest.

‘𝘐 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. . . 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵. . .’

His gaze turned briefly to Burdeos’ wingspan.

A magic bomb that could only explode if two or more magic power codes were entered.

These days, it was said to be an item that people carried around with them to blow up the entrance to the cartel because the cartel used magic-covered iron gates as security devices rather than simple security devices.

It was so powerful that not just anyone could put magic power into it, and it required the magic power of two people whose magic power codes had been entered in the headquarters.

Choi Kang-yul was currently assigned a temporary code with Min Siwoo and Han Tae-chi.

He had just entered the magic power code into the item while pretending to attack Burdeos and attached it to his back.

Now, if only one more person could inject magic power, he would be able to land a powerful blow, but the problem was that he couldn’t see anyone who could do it.

“Tell Min Siwoo when he comes. Tell him that the guys who came with you went back first.”

The machete slowly entered his stomach.

“Keueueuk!”

“You were so scared of fighting me that you ran away, saying you would never step foot in the hunter world again.”

The handle slowly turned left and right.

“Kyaaaaaaaaagh!!”

“No, Min Siwoo might not be able to come here either. The Veneno Kartel sent some crazy guys to fight us. It would be nice if they could just die together, but either way, they’re both annoying.”

Burdeos trampled on Choi Kang-yul’s face with his foot.

Kwaddeuk!

“Keuheueueok. . .”

“I’m going to cut your throat now, so stay still. It’ll hurt less that way.”

Burdeos said softly to him in a cold voice.

Choi Kang-yul no longer had the strength to resist, so he accepted death as he vomited up blood.

It was then.

“Uwaaaaaaaaaagh!”

Javier rushed in and hugged Burdeos tightly from behind.

‘𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯.’

Burdeos was startled and took stock of the situation.

In the distance, he could see Han Tae-chi smiling.

‘𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘑𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦?’

Burdeos’ reason worked tirelessly to understand the current situation.

Of course, Javier was a hunter who excelled in close combat, so he had a talent for physical strength.

Moreover, he was a powerful man who had risen to 6th place in the world rankings, even though he had been crushed by Burdeos with fear.

But would ‘mere’ brute force be the key to overcoming this situation?

“I’m sorry, Choi Kang-yul. . . I got you involved. Burdeos, let’s go to hell together.”

Before Burdeos could even interpret the situation, Javier spoke first.

“Javier, you bastard! What are you doing━!!”

Javier’s magic power was poured into the magic bomb attached to Burdeos’ wingspan.

A single chance, a last chance.

In fact, if Javier had a chance to fulfill his wish, he wanted to live the rest of his life serving the bereaved families of his dead colleagues.

He wanted to spend his life atoning for them, even if he was pointed at, stoned, and spat at.

Not a life for himself, but a life for those he had sent ahead.

‘𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. . . 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘰𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦.’

The LED of the magic bomb blinked frantically.

Javier squeezed his eyes shut.

Beep beep beep beep beep-

“. . .What the?”

This couldn’t be happening.

“Keukheuk. High-voltage electricity flows through it all the time, so how can the machine be intact?”

“No way. . .”

Javier let go of his arms and collapsed to the ground.

It was his last desperate attempt to give his life.

“You’ve worked hard for nothing, Javier. You’re out of the game.”

Burdeos plunged his machete into his heart.

Crimson blood spurted out like a fountain and soaked the ground.

Choi Kang-yul and Han Tae-chi’s expressions hardened.

“I don’t need a dog that bites its master.”

Javier opened his eyes unnaturally for a moment and blood dripped from his mouth.

As Burdeos pulled out the machete, his body slowly tilted to the side.

“Now, it’s time for the purge. Who should I do next?”

At his relentless cruelty, even the groans of pain grew quiet.

People’s eyes filled with fear and terror and began to avoid Burdeos’ gaze.

“Keukheuk. Why are those good-for-nothing hunter guys acting like such meek sheep? Why don’t you bark like you usually do?”

“Ugh.”

Burdeos was startled and swung his machete back.

However, his opponent had no intention of taking the obvious attack head-on, and he ducked his upper body and punched Burdeos in the side.

Pak━━k!!

“Keuheuk!”

Burdeos twisted his body sideways and let out a growling sound as if he couldn’t breathe properly.

“Breathe, you bastard.”

A lightning-fast front kick flew in and struck Burdeos’ neck.

Peueok!!

His body, which had been lifted high into the air, crashed down with a loud thud.

“You’re quite the noisy one, aren’t you, you crazy bastard.”

Siwoo glanced around and clicked his tongue.

He approached Choi Kang-yul first and built a ritual.

Thousands of symbols lined up neatly to form a magic circle and soon emitted a brilliant golden light.

Choi Kang-yul felt an indescribable sense of exhilaration as the warm energy permeated his body.

A feeling of compassion that was incomparable to anything else.

“Are you all right?”

“Thank you, Guild Leader! I’m all better!”

“Who’s the next most injured? Diego?”

“Me. . . Guild Leader? W-What about Javier. . .?”

Choi Kang-yul pointed to Javier, who was a little further away, and asked hopefully.

His fingertips trembled as he asked.

He was a talented rookie with outstanding combat abilities, but he was still very young.

Moreover, even if it wasn’t something special, it was the first time Choi Kang-yul had experienced the death of a colleague he had fought alongside.

Siwoo patted Choi Kang-yul’s shoulder with a bitter smile.

He had a long way to go and a lot to experience.

The reason he had brought Choi Kang-yul and Han Tae-chi instead of the more experienced Lo-an or Red Ear, who had a lot of experience in such dangerous places, was to broaden their horizons.

“Choi Kang-yul. Among the maxims I have taught my disciples, there is this one saying.”

“. . .What is it?”

“You can lose a hundred times and a thousand times. But don’t die even once.”

“. . . . . .”

Choi Kang-yul gritted his teeth and nodded slightly.

Siwoo ruffled his hair and got up.

“Get a potion from Han Tae-chi and stop the bleeding on the injured for now and go into hiding for a while.”

“I understand.”

“Don’t stay here just because you feel fine.”

“What about the Guild Leader?”

“I have to kill that bastard.”

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