The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 291

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟗𝟏: 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐚 𝐘𝐚𝐠𝐚 3

A flash of light flickered between the two.

A tremendous shock from the fierce collision caused an enormous explosion at the center.

Kuaaaaaang!!!

Thick vines that had grown taller than tens of meters were ripped to shreds like flimsy paper as the blast of demonic energy swept over them like a tsunami.

The ground cracked, and the castle ruins were reduced to dust and dirt.

The aftermath was unbelievable for a single clash.

Baba Yaga was enveloped in demonic energy, desperately enduring the impact.

The sensation she felt behind her was an ominous aura unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

“What is this feeling. . . .?”

Baba Yaga’s spine tingled with a lingering chill that sent cold sweat down her back.

It wasn’t the kind of aura or energy that an ordinary person could exude.

A devil, a demon race, a monster from the Gate.

The sense of a predator that could only be felt from something non-human.

She, too, had faced countless enemies and hunted monsters as a ‘Misteltein’ and as a hunter.

She could say with certainty that it was not human energy.

As someone who had studied magic her entire life and joined 〈Pandemonium〉for that research, she could say so with certainty.

At that moment, Siwoo reappeared in Baba Yaga’s field of vision.

Again, it was not her who reacted first, but the magic circles floating all around.

Siwoo’s fist met her large staff, creating a thunderous roar.

Zzeureung!!

The defensive enchantment was smashed in half with just one punch.

“Kueueuk!!”

She gasped and poured demonic energy into her staff, aiming it at Siwoo.

Thud thud thud thud!!

Dozens more magic circles were created in succession, firing curses at his location.

Siwoo’s figure disappeared.

She scanned her surroundings, searching for any sign of him.

The attack speed and the fact that he was targeting her field of vision were both dangerous, but the greatest danger was that each and every blow was strong enough to be fatal to her.

If she dragged this out like this, she would be at a disadvantage.

Baba Yaga spread her demonic energy detection from the sky to the ground, ready to activate her magic at any moment.

Thanks to the vast demonic energy she had obtained from the zombies, she had almost no mana consumption and was overflowing with demonic energy.

She felt like she could fight for three days and three nights at this rate.

However, no matter how much she searched the ground, there was no trace of Siwoo.

That moment.

Pajijijiji. . . jijiji. . . jichik!!

Beyond the void.

High up in the distant sky.

A chilling electrical hum pierced her ears.

It was a deafening sound, as if tens of thousands of hornets were flapping their wings at once.

Baba Yaga looked up, her breath catching.

Before her eyes was the sight of a javelin, emitting bright yellow lightning, shooting straight down.

[New Moon: Gungnir]

Odin’s obsidian weapon tore through the air, scattering golden lightning.

Without even realizing it, Baba Yaga involuntarily extended her trembling fingertips and shot demonic energy into the sky.

Zzezezezezeung!!!

Gungnir tore through the surging demonic energy and pierced straight into her body.

“Keuheukㅡㅡ!!”

A sonic boom erupted as a bolt of lightning crashed to the ground, causing a massive explosion.

ㅡㅡㅡKwagagagwang!!!

The snow piled up on the mountain range collapsed and avalanches occurred everywhere.

Gungnir, the divine weapon that had dragged Baba Yaga down dozens of meters into the ground.

She used magic to materialize vines and instantly emerged above ground.

Her appearance had become haggard from a single blow.

Her hair was disheveled, her face bloody, and her clothes were torn and ripped in various places.

Siwoo, who had also landed on the ground, glanced at her and raised the corners of his mouth.

“Your style has changed a lot since I first saw you.”

Thud.

Baba Yaga gritted her teeth and glared at Siwoo.

She still had plenty of demonic energy left, but the problem was her stamina and mana.

As a human, she could not fully control demonic energy.

That was why dark sorcerers paid with their flesh to use demonic energy, half-demons were neither human nor demon race, and Saint Germain had transplanted the heart of a devil.

Up until now, she had been able to use demonic energy by mixing it with her extraordinary stamina and vast mana, but her body had become strange after blocking Siwoo’s powerful blow.

As someone who did not know that ether was the superior equivalent of demonic energy, it was natural that she would not understand the change in her condition.

She glared at Siwoo.

Her forearms had grown something that looked like dragon scales. . . hard gauntlets? Or bracers. . .?

“What are those funny things? I think I saw them when you fought Saint Germain. Are you also an ability user?”

Baba Yaga tried to divert Siwoo’s attention, half out of curiosity and half out of a desire to break the situation.

Siwoo smiled knowingly and opened his mouth.

“An ability, huh. If you want to call it that, then I guess it is. It’s not a normally acquired ability, after all.”

“Hoohoohoo. As someone who has studied magic and sorcery all my life, that’s an intriguing answer. Does the change in your body have anything to do with the strange mana that’s flowing from you right now?”

She could not understand the nature of that mana at all.

Ever since that mana had erupted from Siwoo, she had not felt like she could defeat him at all.

“Well, would it make a difference if I told you?”

However, Siwoo did not give Baba Yaga any leeway or seeds of hope.

Even if he told her, as he had said, it would not make any difference.

“Oh my. . . . You’re a very cool-headed person. I thought you would at least give me a hint!!”

She saw the firmness in Siwoo’s expression and immediately imbued her staff with demonic energy, firing it forward in a straight line.

Kwa━━━ga!!

A thick, sharp shockwave pierced through Siwoo.

Baba Yaga took the opportunity to pour all her remaining potions into her mouth and exhaled with all her might.

Emerald green flames shot out like a flamethrower with a fearsome momentum.

The flames, made of poison, spread deadly poison on contact with flesh, causing excruciating pain.

A hellish flame that was several times more painful than the white phosphorus bombs, which were known as humanity’s worst weapon.

She mixed it with a lot of demonic energy.

Baba Yaga smiled with satisfaction as she watched the blazing flames.

Surely he couldn’t have survived that?

Just as she thought that,

Puuuuuuuk!!

A blade shot out from the blazing emerald green flames and pierced her chest.

“Kuheueueueok. . .!!”

Baba Yaga stumbled backward in surprise, blood pouring from her mouth.

She covered her mouth and glared ahead.

There was Siwoo, looking at her perfectly fine.

“That was really hot and painful.”

Siwoo had been waiting for her to let her guard down while he endlessly healed his wounds in the flames.

His skin was melting from the intense heat, and the venom was eating away at his nerves, burning his brain white, but he had endured it all for the sake of this one attack.

In the end, it had only taken a few seconds.

Siwoo spat on the ground, and black blood stained the snowfield.

“You won’t be able to swing your staff around anymore.”

“Kuhuhu. . . Keuk! Don’t be ridiculous.”

Baba Yaga swung her staff, and Siwoo’s words were not wrong.

Siwoo’s swordsmanship was several times faster than her staff.

Seureo geok!!

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!!”

A beautiful hand fell to the snowfield.

She stepped back a long way, clutching her severed wrist with her remaining hand.

Countless drops of blood created red flowers on the white snow.

“‘Misteltein’ and the current 〈Pandemonium〉 1st Hierarchy, Baba Yaga. I sentence you to immediate execution for the crimes of murdering countless people and betraying humanity.”

Siwoo recited to her from afar, his eyes sharp.

“Hoohoo. . . hoo. I told you just now. . . . Not to talk crap!”

Baba Yaga poured all the demonic energy she had into a single spell, using her own flowing blood as a medium.

Just as dark sorcerers used parts of their own bodies when casting magic, she too offered her own flesh as a sacrifice.

“I will definitely kill you. . .!”

In an instant, a large amount of blood, both eyes, one arm, and one leg disappeared from Baba Yaga’s body.

The places where they had been were now smooth, as if nothing had ever existed there in the first place.

Kuoooo. . .!!

From her mouth, an ominous curse erupted like a thread, drawing a dark and sinister magic in the void.

It was a spell of such bizarre shape that it sent chills down one’s spine just by looking at it.

“Ha. . . What am I supposed to do with this.”

Siwoo sighed heavily, his face crumpled.

In truth, Siwoo’s body was not in good shape either.

The very act of using the power of ether and using the Art of the Half-Dragon was already a state of overload on top of another overload, so the result was obvious.

Thanks to opening the door to the 2nd Core, the flow and purity of the ether were incomparable to before, and as a result, his mana veins were endlessly being torn apart and healed.

The accompanying terrible pain was a bonus.

“Hey, Pre. . . .”

Siwoo called out to Pre with a serious face.

【𝐖𝐡𝐲, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞?】

“Keep the heal going at its highest level.”

【𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨?】

Pre stuck his face out of his pocket and asked.

Usually, such a request was made when he was about to do something crazy, so Pre had no choice but to ask.

“I’m going to use the Art of the Half-Dragon, second core.”

【𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝?】

“Yeah.”

The ‘Art of the Half-Dragon’ technique wasn’t a general term, but a kind of symbol that could be used if one knew how to control each core.

【𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡.】

“I know. Don’t stop healing.”

He drew a large amount of ether from the 2nd Core and brought it into his dantian.

Soon, the ether began to circulate violently through his mana veins and throughout his body.

An excruciating cold seemed to be severing his nerves one by one.

An excruciating pain enveloped Siwoo’s entire body, and it felt as if axes were being driven into both his shoulders every moment.

At that moment, a warm and expansive light enveloped Siwoo.

It was Pre’s heal.

“Hoohoohoo, this will be the end.”

Just then, Baba Yaga’s deep, dark voice was heard.

The last curse she had cast activated, and a colossal chimera made of hellfire was summoned from the magic circle.

A monster that was not lacking in its ability to be called a disaster in and of itself.

It opened its mouth and let out a bizarre howl towards the sky.

━Kuaaaaak!!

The mountain range trembled and the ground shook.

“Kill him.”

Baba Yaga gave the order to the chimera.

The monster glared at Siwoo and breathed out a fearsome flame from its mouth.

“Hoo.”

Siwoo let out a soft sigh.

His forearms were covered in muddy earth-colored scales, and his shoulders had grown sharp, blue-green scales.

2nd Core, Art of the Half-Dragon.

Siwoo gathered the power of the ether in his fist and shot it at the monster.

A flash of light.

Kwajijijijik!!!

A world-shaking roar echoed out, and a chilling cold that froze to the bone locked the flames in ice.

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