The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 247

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟒𝟕: 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡 3

Pewwwwwwwwwwwww!!!

The water poured out not like a stream but like a broken water pipe, spurting out like a fountain.

“Keuh. . .!”

Dmitry glared at Yuto with a pale face.

Yuto shrugged his shoulders with a nonchalant expression and laughed cheerfully as usual.

“What the hell is this?”

The man dealing with those guys, Siwoo, asked, frowning, as if he was talking to himself.

“Haha. It’s nothing out of the ordinary. Are you surprised?”

Yuto looked at Siwoo, flicking the blood from his sword onto the floor.

A piercing, endless bloodlust rose up from his large eyes.

“No way. Would I be surprised by something like this?”

“Then is it okay? Why don’t you call Namir and fight me 2-on-1 while you’re at it?”

Siwoo raised one corner of his mouth at his words and showed a blatant smile.

“Why are you laughing? Isn’t it a good opportunity?”

“Stop yapping and get up quickly. I’ll fight you 2-on-1.”

“Heh. . . You caught me?”

At that moment, Dmitry’s blood, which had been scattered on the floor, condensed into one place and shot up like an arrow toward Siwoo.

Zooooooooooooom!!!

It was a dark and confusing situation, but Siwoo had already anticipated it and twisted his head to avoid the attack.

“Aya. . . I told you to cut gently because my neck hurts, Yuto.”

Dmitry, who had gotten up from his spot, sent Yuto a glance and reclaimed his blood.

Dmitry, the blood mage.

The blood that gushed out of his body floated in the air in the shape of a giant blood robe next to Dmitry.

“Hahaha. I cut it gently, Mr. Dmitry.”

“Tsk. By the way, you’re amazing, brother. You’re the first person to see through this spell right away. How did you know?”

“How and why? It’s natural to be suspicious when the sword goes in so shallowly.”

“Haha. . .”

The speed of Yuto’s blade is almost impossible to see properly, even in broad daylight.

It is truly the world’s fastest sword.

However, the fact that he could see Yuto’s swordsmanship in this pitch-black darkness and even confirm that the blade went in shallowly means that his skills are not ordinary.

Yuto couldn’t hide the smile on his lips.

“You’re interesting, you.”

Dmitry instinctively realized that Yuto was interested in his opponent.

Although they had worked together for a short time, Dmitry knew well how sadistic and psychopathic Yuto was.

“Then I’ll leave this guy to Yuto. . . I’ll go and catch Namir.”

Whoever it was, they had to kill all the witnesses, and the target, Namir, had to be eliminated tonight as well.

If there had been dozens of security guards, it would have been troublesome because it would have taken time and the target might have escaped, but his mana scan of the nearby area showed no one except for him and that half-demon, who was presumably Miss Namir.

“Yuto, you two play. I’ll kill the target and come back.”

“Haha. Don’t be too rough, Mr. Dmitry.”

The moment Dmitry finished speaking and was about to take a step.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!

Dmitry’s body flew dozens of meters and crashed into the ground with a pain as if his side was being crushed.

“Cough! Ah. . . What the hell is this. . .?”

Dmitry, who had gotten up from his seat, cleared his throat and looked at Siwoo with surprised eyes.

The same was true of Yuto.

He had expected him to be skilled, but judging from the amount of magic power flowing out of Siwoo, he didn’t feel like he was overwhelmingly strong enough to overwhelm them.

It just felt like a fun toy for Yuto to play with.

“Was it a fist. . .? I didn’t notice it at all.”

Dmitry muttered, tilting his head at the tingling pain he felt in his side.

“Hahaha. You’re really funny, Mr. Dmitry. Shall we play together before you go?”

“Hoo. Is this why I have to quit smoking? Hey, security guard. Wouldn’t a 1-on-1 situation be more advantageous to you than a 2-on-1?”

Siwoo pulled out Balmung while smiling as if he wasn’t full of prayers.

Sreung.

“I can fight with this much handicap.”

“Heh. . . That sword is so beautiful.”

“It’s called Balmung, the holy sword of Germany.”

“I’m not interested in loot, but if I kill you, I’ll have to take the sword.”

Yuto drew his beloved sword from its scabbard and aimed it straight ahead.

“My incarnation, the demonic sword Muramasa. Let’s have a fun dance in the moonlight.”

“I don’t feel like dancing.”

Siwoo kept a smile on his lips while keeping Yuto and Dmitry in check.

He felt his heart pounding at the appearance of a rival he had met for the first time in a long time.

Swish!!

Dmitry’s condensed blood shot out like a bullet.

He hadn’t been hit directly, but he knew that it would have easily pierced through something like a steel plate.

Siwoo rotated his secretly constructed magic shield at a furious speed.

Dmitry’s fierce attack, shot in a straight line, shattered half of the shield and bounced away in another direction.

‘𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴, 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥.’

Right after, Yuto’s new form moved.

No, it might be closer to saying that it disappeared rather than moved.

If it weren’t for a master like Siwoo, who fought while unfolding mana scans, Yuto’s movements would’ve been impossible to read, and his neck would’ve been cut off in this one attack.

Clang!!!

Siwoo’s Balmung and Yuto’s Muramasa clashed, emitting a piercing friction sound.

“Haha. It makes a really nice sound for a sword. If it’s a famous sword in Korea. . . By any chance, Do Kyung-hoo?”

“No way. My swordsmanship is worse than his, and I’m much younger.”

“Then may I know your name? My name is Yuto.”

“Me? My name is Siwoo.”

At that moment, Yuto and Dmitry’s eyes opened wide.

They had never dreamed that their first opponent after coming to South Korea would be the SSS-rank hunter they had only heard of.

“So you shouldn’t judge people just by their magic power.”

Siwoo let out a bloody smile and created a huge ritual at his feet.

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

Between Patna, India and Nepal.

“Sakr-nim, it’s over there.”

Sakr, one of the ‘Six Fingers’, was leading his men somewhere.

Sakr, with his long mustache and fierce eyes, was so famous that there was no hunter in the world who didn’t know his name.

The world’s 0th ranked SS-rank hunter who was about to join ‘Misteltein’.

He was an idol to hunters all over the world, and he was like a symbol of strength.

As planned, he should have entered the floating island, and if he had, many things would have changed.

However, reality was not like that.

Sakr was unable to watch the situation in his own country and neighboring countries, which was gradually getting worse due to government forces, rebel groups, Islamic fundamentalism, ISIS, Al Qaeda, etc., and ended up participating in the civil war.

The ‘Arabian Holocaust’ occurred because of that.

The international community turned their backs on him in this horrific civil war, which is called the second killing field.

As many as a million people died, and countless civilians were among them.

His promotion to ‘Misteltein’ was naturally canceled.

That wasn’t all.

He became a first-class criminal under HSIU law and was arrested and imprisoned by HSIU and the cooperation of super high rankers for the murder of countless people.

“Aaah━ I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

Sakr was resentful.

He protested that the murders he committed were for peace, but his story was not accepted.

If he had left it alone, more people would have died than the hundreds of thousands he had killed, but others did not understand that part.

“If you kill one person, you are a murderer, but if you kill a million people, you are a conqueror. If you kill everyone, you are a god.”

He had thought long and hard about his own wrongdoings while in prison.

The history books record the names of countless war heroes.

He never doubted that he would also fill a line in the book.

But history refused that, and Sakr ended up getting branded as a mass murderer rather than a hero and thrown in prison.

What on earth was the difference between those great men and himself?

And then one day he realized.

“I don’t have enough achievements.

Look at the 12 labors of Hercules.

Didn’t he ascend to myth with 12 impossible achievements?

Sakr thought of the 12 ‘Mistelteins’ that crossed his mind.

This was Allah’s revelation to him and an absolute duty he had to fulfill in order to become a hero.

“I will usurp the seat and fulfill the mission given to me by Allah to become a hero.”

Sakr sharpened his fierce eyes and took a step toward a certain place.

A hill in a snowy field where snow had piled up.

There was a very small and shabby house there.

Sakr gathered his magic power and fired it at the house on the hill.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!!!

Along with an enormous explosion, the house and the area were destroyed, creating a scene of chaos.

Kugugugugug. . . . . .!!

His men looked around anxiously, wondering if a landslide would occur.

The vibration subsided.

However, it was too quiet with no other reaction, let alone a landslide.

“Uh. . .? Is there no one inside?”

“No way? We confirmed that there was. He hadn’t gone out for days and had just been in the house?”

His men seemed anxious, as if things were going wrong.

“You bastards. Look up.”

At that moment, Sakr opened his mouth.

About ten meters above, a being sitting cross-legged was looking down at them.

“When did you get up there. . .?”

“Sakr-nim, what should we do?”

“I’ll make him come down. Attack.”

As soon as Sakr’s order was over, the men next to him began to pour out skills at Sakr at once.

Kwakakakakakakakakaka!!

It might seem like a revolt or a coup at first glance, but the being floating in the air didn’t change his expression at all as he watched the scene.

As if he had achieved everything, or as if he already knew.

About ten seconds of attack were over.

“Keugh. . .!”

Sakr gritted his teeth with his whole body flushed red and his long hair fluttering in all directions.

His men immediately scattered far away from Sakr.

“I’ll kill youuuuuuuuu. . .!! Shaaamaaaal. . .!!”

Sakr couldn’t hide his anger at the sight of Shamal, the current world’s number one, looking down at him with a very calm expression.

Before killing the 12 transcenders, the cornerstone and the sacrificial lamb for his task.

Sakr filled his mouth with magic power.

Kwa jijijijik. . .!!

The destructive magic power gathered in one place, creating a strong gust of wind, and soon soared into the air where Shamal was.

ㅡ━━━!!!

A tremendous attack reminiscent of a dragon’s breath.

A vast mass of magic power tore through the atmosphere and flew up to the sky, dyeing the area with light waves.

“Still—you’re amazing.”

At that moment, a quiet voice came from behind Sakr.

As soon as Sakr turned around, he spread magic attacks within his radius.

Kwakakakakakakakaka!!

“If you attack like that━ will a single fly die?”

“Keugh! Shaaaaaaaamaaaaaaaaaaaal!!”

The furious Sakr let out a scream and released all his rage and magic at once.

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