The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 266

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟔𝟔: 𝐓𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 2

“Kuhelhelhel! Kraha-shin Rabli Creu Leha Naraikeumin. . .”

The doctor read down the grimoire. 

The words were as incomprehensible as hieroglyphics, but Harold knew instinctively that this grimoire was dangerous.

With each syllable uttered, the air crackled and thickened with demonic energy.

“I can’t stand idly by!”

Harold activated a skill and charged forward.

[Single Combat: Rushing Lance ]

The lance materialized in his hand, tearing through the darkness and hurtling towards the doctor with explosive force.

Clang!

“Ugh!” 

However, the lance’s sharp point was halted right before the doctor’s nose.

An inky darkness permeated the room, forming a web-like barrier that deflected Harold’s thrust.

“Agent Harold! This doctor is the only one left! What should we do?” 

A HSIU Hunter who had joined the operation approached him and asked.

“Leaving this doctor behind is not an option, as he is the key figure in the 〈Pandemonium〉 experiment. Only HSIU agents of senior rank or higher and S-rank Hunters from the Hunter Association should gather here, while the rest should evacuate outside the laboratory.” 

“Understood!”

“Fools. You have chosen to increase your casualties.”

The doctor, who had been listening to their conversation, narrowed his eyes and curled his lips.

“This facility has already outlived its usefulness. I shall bury it deep underground, along with all of you.”

“You still haven’t come to your senses, doctor. Even in death, you will never leave prison and will suffer for eternity.” 

“Kukukukel! Regrettably, those words do not apply to me, but to you. Behold the inferno of this world!”

“Attack the doctor with everything you’ve got!” 

Harold barked orders at the approaching Hunters.

The Hunters unleashed their skills, bombarding the doctor’s chamber with attacks.

However, their attacks were intercepted by the darkness, unable to reach the doctor. Instead, the demonic energy around them surged violently as the doctor chanted an unintelligible incantation.

“Ars kelloikan karthnitikul lo ahoiryah suru kala! Karanaikha!”

“Agent Harold, we must retreat! This is not going well!”

“Ugh. . . ! I had to capture the doctor. . . . If there is no other way, all agents must withdraw.”

“Kukukukel! Ariyak kal rahi! Ariyak kal rahrai! It’s too late!!”

At that moment, a large radius surrounding the doctor’s darkness began to distort, shaking everything violently.

Harold and the other Hunters were thrown to the ground by the sudden tremors, waiting for the vibrations to subside.

Rumble. . . !

After a long and deafening onslaught, the tremors finally settled, and Harold and the other Hunters groggily rose to their feet.

“Did you enjoy your flight?”

The doctor emerged from his chamber and asked Harold.

Harold wanted nothing more than to impale the doctor through the neck with his lance.

But now was not the time.

He swallowed hard and surveyed his surroundings.

“Doctor. . . I’m curious to know where you’ve brought us. . . .”

“Kukukukel. It seems you’ve never been to the Demon Realm before.”

His ominous words turned Harold and the other Hunters pale.

The sky was as black as pitch due to the overwhelmingly high concentration of demonic energy, their buildings and skyscrapers of an alien design, and strange creatures flew through the air.

“God dammit. . . It’s the Demon Realm.”

“We’re f*cked, sh*t. . .” 

The Hunters stood with their backs against each other, at a loss for what to do.

The Human Realm and Demon Realm were not to interfere with each other.

If one had business in the other’s nation, they had to seek permission beforehand.

Unauthorized entries or disturbances in the other nation could result in immediate execution.

Such mutual agreements had been established between the Demon Realm and Human Realm, and the rule had been tacitly enforced on several occasions.

Thud!

Something heavy crashed into the ground.

Everyone’s gaze was drawn to one spot.

Standing there was a grotesque man wearing an oversized, horned helmet, his hands resting on the hilt of a spiked mace that was planted in the ground.

It was a bizarre sight. 

He resembled a demon from an oriental depiction of the underworld, but also bore a likeness to the Minotaur of Western mythology.

However, that was not his real face, but a mask.

“Who are you?”

A chilling voice like scraping metal came from within the mask.

“We are. . . International Hunters. We ended up here while pursuing a criminal. We did not come here of our own accord!”

One of the Hunters spoke up anxiously.

A single misstep could lead to their deaths right here and now, charged with various offenses including “unauthorized entry.”

“I-It’s true! We didn’t know we’d end up here. . .” 

“How do you prove that?”

The masked man wearing a bull’s head asked, maintaining his posture.

“That. . . If you check the ancient grimoire that the doctor holds. . . !”

However, the doctor was nowhere to be seen where the Hunter pointed.

The men gasped and looked around, but he had vanished without a trace.

“Damn it. . . ! Doctor, that son of a bitch escaped!”

“Sh*t, we have to find him no matter what! Or we’re all done for!”

“I’ll search with my Mana Detection!”

As the Hunter who had shouted that activated his Mana Detection,

—Crash—!!

His head exploded like an overripe watermelon, splattering blood everywhere.

The horned mask had suddenly charged in and swung its mace.

“How dare you trespass on our territory without permission and attempt to use mana? The human race knows no manners.”

He planted his mace back into the ground with a thud and spoke to the men as if chewing on them.

“My name is Kraken. I am a retainer to the Demon King of the 1st Realm, and I command the legions of the Demon Realm. I shall execute you as violators of the treaty.”

The Hunters present could not react immediately to Kraken’s words.

A powerful killing intent radiated from him like frost, and an overwhelming aura they had never encountered before.

Even Harold, ranked 4th in the world, was overwhelmed by the fearsome pressure and could not even think of activating his skills.

“Die, humans!”

Bang!!

When the long mace swung, three or four men exploded at once.

Blood, flesh, and organs flew everywhere.

This was not a battle, but a one-sided massacre.

“Urk, guaaahk!!”

The Hunters belatedly came to their senses and tried to summon their mana and activate their skills.

Slash!

At that instant, they were showered with hundreds of arrows, their bodies riddled with bolts like pincushions, dying instantly.

Hundreds of demon race soldiers who had been surrounding the area approached at a steady pace.

Dozens of HSIU Senior Agents and S-rank or higher Hunters from the Hunter Association were reduced to mere rags on the ground in a matter of seconds.

It was not just their skill level, but their familiarity and speed, as if they had done this “many” times before.

Whoosh!

Kraken swung his mace, flinging off blood and gore.

Although his physique was not particularly large or muscular, his brute strength was reminiscent of Choi Dae-soo or “Misteltein.”

“Now you’re the only one left.”

The strangely twisted horn pointed at the last remaining Harold, its eyes glowing fiery red.

“Gasp. . . gasp. . . !”

Harold gasped for breath, summoning his last remaining strength.

Slash—!!!

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

Siwoo frowned at the man’s deranged gaze.

“Why do you think God sent you a test subject?”

“Well, God is. . . . Sob. . . . Because he wants me to complete this experiment and prove that God exists.”

“Oh? To complete the experiment?”

Siwoo focused mana in his eyes and quickly scanned his surroundings.

The space that seemed to be enveloped in thick darkness was filled with all sorts of experimental equipment and bottles of formalin containing unknown substances.

Dozens of large tanks on the wall were filled with human corpses soaked in demonic energy, and a corpse was also lying opposite the kneeling man.

This room was a graveyard with more dead than living.

Siwoo spoke to the man with a disgusted expression.

“I don’t see any reason why God would help you.”

“Sob. . . . Why do you say that?”

“Wouldn’t he rather hope that you fail and put an end to this madness as soon as possible? Where is God’s will in this?”

“B-But. . . What are you talking about?”

Suddenly, an insane aura erupted from the man’s body, causing the entire building to tremble violently.

A rage that transcended killing intent or anger.

“You blasphemous heathen. . . Insulting God. . . And daring to scorn me, a servant of God. . . .”

The man spoke through gritted teeth, as if spitting out blood.

Siwoo shook his head at his sudden change and immediately assumed a fighting stance.

“This guy isn’t just a madman, he’s a real madman.”

“God. . . has given me a chance. Yes, a new experiment. . . to complete through this heathen. . . .”

“If you love God so much, I’ll send you there.”

Siwoo, who had materialized shotguns in both hands, fired at his opponent.

Bang!! Bang!! Bang!!

The barrels spewed fire, shooting mana-infused bullets that tore through the man’s body, shredding his insides.

The opponent staggered backwards several steps.

“How are you still standing?”

Siwoo muttered.

The man did not collapse.

No, far from collapsing, he did not even shed a drop of blood.

“It hurts. . . . On this immortal body that God has given me. . . . To dare to inflict wounds. You will be cursed.”

He placed his hand on his body.

A giant magic circle unfolded, and the mana bullets that Siwoo had fired merged into one and shot back at Siwoo.

Bang!!

Siwoo narrowly dodged the magic bullet, which embedded itself in the wall and exploded with a deafening roar.

A split second to catch his breath.

The man, who had suddenly charged in, pulled out a scalpel from his pocket and thrust it towards a vital point with tremendous force.

Although he had activated his mana shield and reinforced his body with mana, he had a feeling that if he was cut by that scalpel, his bones would be severed in an instant.

It was not a problem with the weapon, but with the person wielding it.

Siwoo had sensed from the first moment they met that his opponent was not a mere researcher from 〈Pandemonium〉.

However, he had never considered someone of this level. . . The exchange of blows and defenses revealed that this man was a monster among monsters.

“I never thought I’d meet you here, 1st Hierarchy.”

Siwoo said, dodging the scalpel.

“I. . . . How do you know I’m a 1st Hierarchy. . . . As expected, God has guided you. Thank you, God.”

“Is it too early to thank him?”

Siwoo pulled out Muramasa from his pocket and activated Swordsmanship.

Slash—!!!!

A single sword strike emitted light, cutting everything it touched in half.

The man looked down at his side, which had been sliced almost in half.

Normally, it would be impossible to even walk in such a situation.

However, he calmly took a potion from his pocket and swallowed it in one gulp.

The holes and the severed side that had been mangled by the mana bullet were instantly restored, returning to their original state.

That potion was not an ordinary potion.

“As expected, those who are called ‘Misteltein’ have monstrous bodies.”

Siwoo said with a bitter laugh towards the man.

“. . . . . . .”

“Isn’t that right, Count?”

The man, the last 1st Hierarchy of 〈Pandemonium〉 and one of the ‘Misteltein,’ Count Saint-Germain, brushed back his flowing golden hair and glared at Siwoo. either.

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