The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 310

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟏𝟎: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐞 2

Archdevils Mephistopheles, Beelzebub, and Asmodeus gathered in a conference.

The atmosphere was thick with darkness, with traces of demonic energy occasionally crackling in the air.

Mephistopheles shifted his colossal form, slowly looking over the gathered individuals.

Beelzebub, with his insect-like human face, and Asmodeus, dressed provocatively like a courtesan of the red-light district.

They sat casually on jutting rocks that served as neither chairs nor thrones.

『Ugh, why did you bother calling us here? I already delegated all my authority to you.』

Beelzebub glared at Mephistopheles with his hexagonal, multifaceted compound eyes.

Like most Archdevils, they despised direct political or strategic involvement, leaving most affairs to their whims, and Mephistopheles, who happened to show an interest in such matters, was left in charge.

『There is a matter that requires deliberation.』

Mephistopheles spoke in a low voice.

『Oh my, what could it be? You can do whatever you want, so why bother asking us?』

Asmodeus stretched lazily, her ample cleavage threatening to spill out of her dress.

『Ugh, that’s what I’m saying. We don’t want to play captain anymore, so you can just do as you please.』

『This matter is of some importance. It concerns our future.』

『The future? Ugh. . . What are you talking about?』

『It means exactly that. It is a matter that concerns the future of the devils, and I would rather make this decision with you than alone.』

『Oh my, you have such a side to you? I didn’t know you cared about our opinions.』

Asmodeus squinted her eyes, a sly smile playing on her lips.

Unlike the Demon Kings, who competed with each other to become the sole victor, the devils had little interest in such confrontations.

After all, there had never been a ‘King of Devils’ to lead them, and it mattered little to them which Archdevil took the role.

To the devils, immediate pleasures were more important.

『If we play our cards right, we could end up ruling half of this world. I made an interesting offer to those guys over there.』

『Ugh, when you say those guys, do you mean the demon race?』

Beelzebub asked, his antennae twitching in curiosity.

He, like Asmodeus, had almost no dealings with the demons.

Each of them did as they pleased, showing little interest in world conquest.

『Yes, to be exact, the Demon ‘Kings’. They were rather enthusiastic about a potential partnership.』

Mephistopheles said, his voice laced with amusement.

He hadn’t just gotten close to the Demon King from the 1st Realm.

He had met with as many Demon Kings as he could, and each time, he had requested suitable compensation.

The sum of their combined concessions was half of this world.

Although the Demon King from the 1st Realm might believe that their offer was exclusive to him, Mephistopheles thought ‘It is their fault for believing devils in the first place.’

To the devils, promises and rules were nothing more than worthless concepts.

『Oh dear, you got yourself into yet another strange business, Mephy. Are you trying to mess with Demon Kings this time?』

『Messing? I’m trying to do something for the sake of us devils.』

『Ugh, who would believe you when you say it with such an amused grin?』

Beelzebub rapped his table with his mantis-like hand.

Rather than discussing politics, they were more interested in the spectacle Mephistopheles was presenting, their voices raised in excitement.

The devils despised complicated and difficult tasks.

Only the immediate pleasures, the stimulations that tickled their peripheral nerves, could move them, and Mephistopheles’s plan was just enough to pique their interests.

『Anyway, now that it has come to this, I would like to hear your opinions. Whose hands should we join? What kind of world do you envision?』

『Ugh, I don’t care about the details. As long as it’s fun and exciting, that’s enough.』

Beelzebub spoke, saliva dripping from his mandibles.

『Then I shall share my thoughts. I propose that this time, we━』

Mephistopheles explained his plan, his shadow writhing behind him.

The Archdevils, who had been listening intently, wore expressions of intrigue.

『Hehehe, Mephy’s ideas are always so unique. I’ll support it. It sounds like it’ll be quite enjoyable~.』

『I agree. Ugh. . . But do you think things will go as you planned?』

Beelzebub asked, stroking his antennae.

『I do not know.』

『Ugh.』

『But I intend to make them go in that direction. We are devils after all.』

Mephistopheles replied, his voice firm.

The dark space was filled with the pulsating energy of the devils.

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

Namir charged towards the dark mages.

Her rapier gleamed in the moonlight, cutting through the pitch-black air.

Dark magic reacted in a chain reaction along the forest path Namir was running on.

KWAZZZZZ. . .!!

The ominous, demonic energy crumbled the trees and withered the soil.

Namir deflected the dark magic that was flying towards her with her own demonic energy.

Although she could not use pure demonic energy like the demons, she was a half-demon who could also use demonic energy.

Her magic power and demonic energy harmonized appropriately, protecting Namir.

“Heup!!!”

She charged into the midst of the dark mages, swinging her rapier in all directions.

POOF-! SWISH!!

“Kyaaaaaak!”

“Kill her first!”

“This is petrification. . . It’s the Queen of the half-demons!”

The demons saw their bodies turn to stone where the rapier pierced them, then crumble.

Even ordinary petrification was hard to treat, but their bodies being smashed up like this meant their wounds couldn’t be healed in time.

If petrified body parts were crushed and an attempt was made to heal them, those parts would never recover.

“Good job, Namir!!”

Gandharva, who was following behind her, smiled in admiration and threw a punch at the demons.

KWAKAKAKA!!

A wave of magic power formed a magnificent flame, surrounding the area.

The dark mages were thrown into disarray by the continuous attacks.

Originally, the other demons who should have blocked the Hunters’ attacks were all dead, leaving no tanks.

Thuddd——!! Ba-bump!!

Loki’s arrow, which had been waiting for this opportunity, pierced the demons’ torsos and heads.

Their formation collapsed in an instant.

Namir, Gandharva, and Loki’s combined attacks slaughtered the dark mages, stabilizing the battle situation.

“Whew. . . Whew. . . Whew. . . These bastards are really tenacious.”

Gandharva looked around the area, panting.

The number of dark mages was not that large, but their demonic energy was so dense and their magic was so fierce that it was not easy to fight them.

“Huu━- It’s hard to deal with them. It would have been tough to deal with these guys alone.”

“I thought so too. I think I would’ve had to steel myself if I were fighting alone.”

Loki agreed with Namir’s words, nodding her head.

They were having a hard time with the unusual combination of demonic energy despite being ‘Misteltein’.

Of course, the dark mage unit was a rare unit even among the demons, so this battle was a great achievement.

“Let’s stop here for today and return to the base. Everyone seems tired from fighting more.”

Gandharva wiped the sweat dripping down her chin with her sleeve.

The main force of the demons was in Colombia, but since Chile was the landing point, many demons were still traveling between the two worlds.

“Heu━ I agree with that. How come Gandharva is making leader-like suggestions? Is this also Min Siwoo’s influence?”

“Hey. . . Hey! W-What does Siwoo and I have to do with this?!”

“That’s right. How dare you compare a master to a muscle head like this? It’s offensive.”

“W-What?! M-Muscle head?!”

Gandharva glared at Namir, and Namir also stared at her without backing down.

“Ho━ A fight between two women over a man?”

Loki stood between them, watching them with interest.

“Hmm. Master doesn’t prefer that type of woman.”

“That’s ridiculous! Siwoo, he really really likes me!”

“How shameless. Master is kind to everyone, that’s all. By the way, master likes someone like me. . . who is demure.”

“Why did you suddenly become vague?”

Gandharva frowned in response to Namir’s blushing face.

“Anyway, let’s stop here for today. It would be nice to take a hot shower━”

“Wait!!”

Namir cut off Gandharva’s words and bit her lip.

“A monster. . . It’s coming.”

She stared ahead with trembling eyes.

An overwhelmingly strong demonic energy was approaching them at an incredible speed.

Loki and Gandharva, sensing something unusual in Namir’s reaction, raised their magic power to the maximum.

“Damn. . . Such a monstrous demonic energy is even possible?”

Gandharva gasped at the demonic energy, which was far denser than Sayakon or Burdeos, whom she had faced before.

This was, as Namir said, a monster, in and of itself.

“Heu━ Can we handle this on our own?”

The moment Loki finished speaking.

“KHAHAHAHAT!”

A black knight on a black horse appeared before them, roaring like thunder.

It was Lediak, Kraken’s subordinate and one of his deputy commanders.

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

“What? You want to show me that a servant is not just a servant? You’ve been a servant all your life, so of course you’re a servant.”

Siwoo grumbled at Tatar.

However, Tatar did not respond immediately to his words and snorted in derision.

“Look, I’m not here to just play around, but it shouldn’t be that hard to understand what’s happening in this world other than just thinking that this place is your playground.”

“I don’t go around acting as if I own this place. I just don’t like hanging around with worms.”

“. . .Let’s see how long you can keep spouting this nonsense!!”

Tatar’s figure disappeared.

His body, which had become a single ray of light, circled around Siwoo’s side and swung his sword straight at him.

Tatar’s divine sword, Instant Kill.

There was no movement that surpassed this speed.

At least in the Demon Realm, there was no being who could match his speed and fight him.

Even as the blade touched his neck, Min Siwoo, as seen in Tatar’s eyes, did not react at all.

The moment he smiled in satisfaction.

“What are you doing?”

Min Siwoo glanced at him and uttered a single word, and at the same time, a heavy blow struck Tatar’s back.

Bam!!

“Keheuk!!”

A tremendous roar echoed as blood gushed from Tatar’s mouth.

As if struck with a heavy hammer, Tatar collapsed to the ground, unable to think of getting up.

“Didn’t you say you would show me why you are a servant? If you just lie there like that, I don’t think I’ll ever know.”

Siwoo approached him with heavy steps.

Only then did Tatar raise his body and distance himself from Siwoo.

“Kuk. . . You are still strong as hell. . .”

“I think you’re the weak one.”

“However. . . From the moment you met me. . . Your opponent was no longer me.”

Tatar wiped the blood dripping from his lips and glared at him.

A bracelet that forcibly teleported its target.

This was activated based on the amount of magic power inflicted on the artifact’s owner, and with Tatar’s smile, Siwoo’s body was engulfed in a flash of light.

“Kikikiki. . .! Say hello to Hikatan and Solaso.”

A huge light enveloped Siwoo, blurring his vision.

Siwoo steadied his breathing.

At the same time, his chaotic vision cleared, and a new sight began to unfold before his eyes.

He was in the center of the demon race’s camp.

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