The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 311

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟏𝟏: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐞 3

The black-armored knight appeared holding a long poleaxe in one hand.

It was a ‘glaive’, over 2m long, with a blade that was as thick as a sword, shaped like a crescent moon.

“You dare to oppose the demon race?! Hahahahahaha!! I’ll rip your belly open with my blade and drag out your entrails!!”

Lediak’s black horse pawed the ground and shook its huge body.

Gandharva and Namir, and Loki gritted their teeth so hard their jaws ached at the monstrous aura emanating from their opponent.

Overwhelming malice and sticky demonic energy mixed together, enveloping the surroundings.

Lediak’s glaive swung down like a thunderbolt.

Namir received the blow with her rapier and deflected it by tilting the blade.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!!

Sparks flew as the blades clashed.

She put strength into her rapier as if she were flicking it, and thrust the tip of the sword straight at Lediak’s neck.

Chae-aeng!

However, Lediak’s black armor was so dark and hard that it was impossible to tell where the gaps and seams were.

Her rapier hit the armor and did no damage, and in that instant, Lediak’s halberd swung diagonally.

Zzzzuuung!!!

A flash of light, tearing through the darkness and stretching across the surroundings, illuminated the meadow.

“Ughhhhhhㅡ!!”

Gandharva, who had rushed forward, was groaning as she blocked the blade swung at Namir.

The magical power she had poured into ‘Agni’s Dominion’ formed red flames that wrapped around her arm and countered the demonic energy surrounding the blade.

“Hahahahahaha!! You were able to block my blow!! You’re a fine catch!! I’ll chew you up and eat you, down to the bone!”

Lediak’s voice reverberated from within the black helmet that covered his entire face.

He seemed excited and brought down his blade again in a curious posture.

Zzzooooong!!

This time, Namir’s rapier blocked his attack.

Since her opponent possessed thick, fierce demonic energy, the others would not be able to fight him for long.

She felt her insides churning because of the demonic energy that was transmitted through the blade.

She felt nauseous and as if her insides were twisting.

“Huuuhhh. . .!!”

“Oh, you’re a great woman to be able to withstand my demonic energy!! My demonic energy is among the best, even among the demon race!! I must have you bear my successor!!”

“How dare you spout such disgusting nonsense. . .!”

Namir bit her lip until it bled, then let go of her rapier and materialized a mace, swinging it at the horse’s head.

Bang!!!

━Hieeeeng. . .!!

The black horse, struck by the heavy mace, shook its bones violently.

As the horse bled profusely from its nose and mouth and thrashed violently, Lediak, who was riding on it, grabbed the reins.

“Krrrrrr!! How dare you hurt my beloved horse, you damn woman!!”

He let out an angry voice and his red eyes flashed from within the helmet.

Swish, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!!!

At that moment, an arrow of wind shot from Loki’s fingertips and struck Lediak’s torso.

A blue lightning bolt flashed.

The black armor was pushed back by the attack imbued with the aura of thunder and storm, and Lediak fell to the ground.

“Hyaaaaahp!!”

Seizing the opportunity, Gandharva jumped up and swung her fist.

A blazing heat poured out as if it would melt the black armor.

Bang!!

A heavy blow landed on the armor, causing a horrific explosion.

“Damn it! That hurt like hell!”

However, it was not Lediak who screamed, but Gandharva.

She clasped her fist and took a few steps back.

It was because her magical power had been nullified by the overwhelming demonic energy flowing from her opponent.

If she hadn’t been wearing ‘Agni’s Dominion’, her fist might have been completely crushed.

“How do you beat that!”

Gandharva exclaimed, chewing on her lip.

She could attack if she turned on the mode that reacted to demonic energy among the functions of ‘Agni’s Dominion’, but the time was too short to deal any damage.

That’s when it happened.

“I’m here to help.”

A single green flower petal shone in the void, and a huge magical power tore through the darkness.

“Choi Kang-yul. . . ?”

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

The Bilderberg Club, a gathering of only the world’s top leaders, big business owners, and people with great influence in the world.

At their usual meetings, they mainly talked about international affairs, countries in civil war, crimes by drug cartels, and countermeasures for poor countries.

However, their purpose was never pure.

All of them were exploiting the poverty, civil wars, drugs, and economic crises of third world countries for their own benefit.

Media group leaders, multinational corporate executives, and leading hedge fund managers fanned the flames of such situations or steered them in a direction that benefited the Bilderberg Club.

They were a group that literally played the role of a shadow government that controlled the world from behind the scenes.

For them, peace did not mean the world, but their own well-being.

The reason the Bilderberg Club members had gathered this time was also because of the war started by the demon race.

“I never thought I’d have a meeting like this in my lifetime, but I can’t understand the thinking of the demon race for the time being. Why are they suddenly at war now?”

Hedge fund expert George Soros, who had bankrupted a country, said, clicking his tongue.

No matter how much of a hedge fund expert he was, it was impossible to predict and invest in such a sudden war.

As a result, the team he was managing suffered a huge loss.

“That’s right. This wasn’t intentional. Who planned and organized this?”

“S-Surely there’s no one among us who would do that. . . D-Don’t we all live with that much thought?”

“Hehehe. You talk as if there’s some kind of loyalty between us. Aren’t we the ones who would sell out others if it meant securing our own positions?”

Several people grimaced at those words.

It’s one thing to be aware of something, and another for someone to say it out loud.

“Haha. The best arms lobbyist, known as the ‘merchant of death’, is breaking our cooperation. Hey, Viktor Bout. You didn’t start a war to sell weapons, did you?”

“Hey, you’re underestimating me. It doesn’t sound like something the CEO of ‘Hunter Tube’ would say. When I watch the videos these days, you’re completely on the side of the demon race, spouting nonsense?”

“Haha. . . Is this bullet salesman crazy? Who are you picking a fight with?”

“Hehehe. What? Are you going to fire a missile at the ‘Hunter Tube’ headquarters?”

“Stop it.”

Someone stepped forward and cut off their conversation.

Victor, the world’s worst arms dealer, and Suraj, the CEO of ‘Hunter Tube’, shut their mouths when they saw who had stepped in.

“Behave yourselves. If you want to have a childish fight, do it somewhere else.”

Henry Kissinger, the head of the Bilderberg Club, scolded them sternly.

“Sorry.”

“I’ll be careful.”

Victor and Suraj bowed their heads without saying a word.

Considering Kissinger’s influence, they couldn’t ignore his words.

“At this rate, our ‘Club’ will collapse in an instant. The demon race’s actions are not to be taken lightly.”

“But Mr. Kissinger. I heard that the Hunters are holding them back.”

“That’s just half-baked information. I heard that even ‘Misteltein’ is having a hard time where the Demon King’s retinue is.”

“No. . . You mean that ‘Misteltein’?”

Kissinger lit a Cuban cigar and took a puff.

The smoke, mixed with the scent of almonds and chocolate, spread around them.

“Yes, that ‘Misteltein’. If they can’t even handle the Demon King, let alone his retinueㅡ there’s no hope.”

The conference room erupted in chaos at Kissinger’s resolute words.

It was a statement from none other than the club’s executive and figurehead.

Those who had invested in related content hurriedly took out their cell phones and frantically moved funds in or out.

“Then what will be the future direction of our Club? Do you have any ideas?”

“Ideas? Isn’t it obvious?”

“Obvious. . .?”

Henry Kissinger looked around at the people drinking wine and smoking cigars, sitting at their leisure, and continued.

“We will side with the demon race.”

“. . . . . . . . .”

“Ah. . .”

Some people sighed, while others simply stared at him without saying anything.

However, the tension and indescribable aura that enveloped the surroundings spoke for their feelings.

“Mr. Kissinger. Do you think the demon race will accept us if we say we’re on their side? I heard that the war is already turning in their favor.”

“No problem. I’ve already laid the groundwork.”

“If you’ve laid the groundwork. . .?”

“I’ve joined hands with the Demon King’s retinue.”

Their pupils shook at those completely unexpected words.

Of course, there must have been some within the club who were secretly in league with the demon race.

However, Kissinger’s words now meant that the ‘shadow government’ that ruled the world was turning its back on humanity, which was a major event that could change the course of the war.

Many people began to murmur anxiously to the person next to them, their faces filled with bewilderment.

Normally, the Bilderberg Club did not take sides in wars or civil wars, but stood in the middle and made money by siding with whoever would benefit them personally.

The club was a place where people did not come together in one mind, but where each person’s choices were respected.

Whether an individual invested, sold weapons, or sold information, there was no coercion or sanctions against any of it.

“Mr. Kissinger. I’ll sell to the devil if it makes me money, but I don’t want to side with the demons in a war like this.”

At that moment, someone voiced their opposition to Kissinger.

“Me too. If we’re going to do it, I’d rather bet on the side we’ll win. Isn’t it the gambler’s nature to bet on high odds?”

“Me too. It’s a bit unlucky for the demon race to win.”

And voices of agreement began to rise up here and there.

Some opposed it out of patriotism or human pride, while others opposed it because they believed that siding with the demon race was unrealistic.

Kissinger shook his head, exhaling cigar smoke into the air.

“That’s too bad. Too bad.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean it’s a shame you’re so shortsighted.”

“Mr. Kissinger, we’re experts in our field. . .”

“He’s already here.”

“What??”

Those who didn’t understand Kissinger’s words had bewildered looks on their faces.

As everyone’s eyes turned to Kissinger, he pointed to the corner of the conference room.

A young boy of delicate appearance was sitting there with an expressionless face, as if he had been there all along.

The boy, with large dark circles under his eyes, was dressed in all black and drinking milk.

“What, what is this. . .”

“Why did you bring a child here?”

“What’s going on, Mr. Kissinger?”

People asked Kissinger, looking at him with curiosity.

“He is the Demon King’s retinue. He is Bablehner, a subordinate of the 4th realm Demon King.”

“. . .Huh?!”

People looked back and forth between Kissinger and Bablehner, chuckling.

Some people didn’t understand what kind of show this was.

“Kissinger, this isn’t the time to joke around. What’s this little brat, a retinueㅡ Groooaaaannn!!”

A man who was about to question Kissinger had his whole body twisted like a pretzel and began to bleed from all over.

It was a grotesque and shocking scene.

People couldn’t even scream and gritted their teeth at the unbelievable sight.

The man’s body, which had been squeezed like a rag, collapsed to the floor.

Bablehner finished drinking his milk and stood up from his seat.

A deathly silence fell over the conference room.

Bablehner spoke in a voice that seemed out of this world.

『Anyone who does not submit beneath my feet shall die now.』

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