The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 312

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟏𝟐: 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲 1

Demonic Energy Shrinks

No, rather than shrinking, it would be more accurate to say that the demonic energy was instantaneously compressed.

Lediak suddenly gathered the demonic energy that had been swelling up to meet the enemy’s sudden attack.

The demonic energy of the newly emerged man was not necessarily stronger than that of Gandharva, but he sensed that the skill he had unleashed was not ordinary.

The demonic energy he wielded wrapped around his sturdy armor, forming a shield.

At that moment, Choi Kang-yul’s body seethed with a deep blue energy that surged like boiling water, drenching his entire body in a greenish light.

[Celadon Flower: Seven Flower Petals]

A mythical skill that grants the user the potential to become a high ranker once they awaken, Celadon Flower.

This series of powers, which were given the title ‘mythical’ because they seemed to draw upon the power of a god, could demonstrate extraordinary prowess if properly utilized.

“First, one shot.”

The blue-green energy extending from Choi Kang-yul’s body stretched out like sunlight filtering through tree branches, reaching towards Lediak’s armor.

Kuuuuuuung!!!!!

The shield materialized from demonic energy was crushed, and the armor was hideously crumpled.

If there had been no shield, the armor would have been shattered to pieces.

“Grrrrrr. . .! This little punk dares to. . .! “

Lediak grumbled as he lay on the floor, brandishing his halberd.

Despite the awkward position that offered little leverage, the glaive he swung cut through the air and lunged at Choi Kang-yul.

At that moment, Namir thrust out her rapier and blocked the halberd.

Clack-clack-clack-clack-clack!

The glaive descended along the blade, creating a fierce friction sound.

She felt a metallic taste of blood in her mouth.

It was because of the heavy demonic energy transmitted from the halberd that clashed with the rapier.

Chaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeng!!

Namir immediately repelled Lediak’s glaive and grabbed the mace she had been carrying on her back, bringing it down vertically.

Her skill was to instantly petrify anything it touched, but if it was blocked by demonic energy or magic power, the skill would not activate.

However, the demonic energy had been scattered by Choi Kang-yul’s attack.

Just as her mace was about to strike, Lediak’s helmet suddenly opened.

━Kuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

A strange sound wave shot out of Lediak’s gaping mouth like lightning.

Namir’s body was sent flying backward, and the area was devastated by the aftermath of the attack.

“Keugh. . .!! Heuk. . .!”

She spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed forward.

She had been hit so suddenly that she had not had time to defend herself.

Lediak, his monstrous face exposed from within his helmet, rose from his seat and gripped his glaive, exuding an immense amount of demonic energy.

“Kukukukukakak!! I will enslave all the women and hand over the men to the lowest demons as snacks!”

The demonic energy he exhaled gathered as if being sucked back into his mouth.

He was about to unleash the same sound wave he had just fired.

“I won’t allow the same technique twice!”

At that moment, an astonishing amount of magic power surged from Choi Kang-yul’s body like boiling water.

A new technique he had mastered while training with Siwoo.

[Celadon Flower: Flower of Asura’s Extinction]

An aura like that of a god manifested, spreading across the battlefield like wildfire.

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

He must have been in his early to early-teens.

A sentence that one would never expect to come out of the mouth of a young boy escaped his lips.

『Submit to me and serve me. If you swear to do so, I promise your safety.』

An undeniable sense of oppression permeated the air, filling the club with an indescribable sense of dread.

Like the cold air one inhales during the winter, Bablehner’s voice sent shivers down their spines and instilled fear in their hearts just by listening to it.

The members of the Bilderberg Club were veterans who had weathered countless storms.

Among them were both Awakeners and those who had participated in wars.

And most of them wore artifacts that could grant them abilities close to those of high-ranking Hunters.

In other words, they could not be threatened by mere intimidation or magic power.

However, Bablehner’s aura had an influence that far outweighed all of those artifacts.

It was the formidable demonic energy befitting a higher-ranking demon.

The members of the ‘Bilderberg Club’ involuntarily fell to their knees, prostrating themselves on the floor.

‘𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.’

They could not utter a word in front of the overwhelming power of the demon race that had rendered their artifacts useless and forced them, who controlled the world from the shadows, to kneel.

Because they knew that if they made a mistake, they would not simply die.

『Kiss my instep. Then the contract will be naturally formed.』

Bablehner sat down in his chair and crossed his legs.

Henry Kissinger approached first and knelt at his feet.

“O I will be your faithful servant.”

He prostrated himself and kissed Bablehner’s instep.

『I permit it.』

And as Bablehner uttered those words, black demonic energy surged from him and burrowed into Kissinger’s heart.

Kissinger’s face turned black for a moment before returning to its original color.

“Ugh! You demon scum!!”

“You bastard!!”

At that moment, several members who had been kneeling to the side stood up simultaneously and aimed their artifacts at Bablehner.

Kwagagagagagagagagagagaㅡ!!

As befitting the weapons of the super-rich, their power was comparable to the attacks of high-ranking Hunters.

Of course, they were disposable weapons and served only as self-defense items, but their force could not be ignored.

A deafening explosion rang out as if a bomb had been dropped on the spot where Bablehner had been sitting.

Kissinger, who had been nearby, was so startled that he fell backward, still sitting, and the others nearby also began to use their artifacts to defend themselves.

Thanks to the multiple layers of magical defenses in the room, the ceiling did not collapse or the floor cave in.

“D-Did we get him?”

Someone muttered as the commotion gradually subsided and the shock from the magic wave subsided.

Kwadududududuk. . .!!

At that moment, the bodies of those who had used the artifacts floated up, and their bodies twisted like wrung rags, blood gushing out.

“Kgagagagagak!!”

“Kueeeeeeek. . .!”

They died on the spot, unable to even let out a proper scream.

Their spilled entrails and blood soaked the floor.

The surrounding people stared blankly at the sight, unable to contain their horror.

They could not bring themselves to run away or escape during this moment.

It was obvious that they would end up like that if they even tried.

Tension and anxiety hung over the people like they were walking on thin ice.

『Those who do not submit may come at me like those fools.』

Bablehner remained seated, his legs crossed.

Such an explosion had not even been enough for him to leave his seat or move his body.

“Fools. . .! If you had simply sworn allegiance, you could have kept your sorry lives and maintained your current positions, but you couldn’t even think that far.”

Henry Kissinger, who had risen from his seat, clicked his tongue and scoffed.

He found it amusing that they would rebel against a demon, talking about patriotism while working for a shadow government.

In his common sense, it was natural to support the side that made money.

『It seems the rest of you have no such thoughts.』

Bablehner looked down at the mangled corpses with eyes that held the light of death.

His pitch-black pupils contained neither sympathy for the dead nor anger towards the rebels.

Insects.

Just as a person does not get angry or annoyed when an ant blocks their path, to Bablehner, humans were like bugs crawling on his shoes.

Insignificant and contemptible beings that did not even evoke any emotion.

He turned his gaze from the corpses and glanced at the others.

The people who met Bablehner’s gaze hurriedly prostrated themselves.

『You will manage the others. I will delegate my authority to you.』

“T-Thank you! I will do my best for Bablehner-nim!”

Kissinger replied in an excited voice, not knowing what to do with himself.

In truth, Bablehner valued Kissinger and the dead men equally, but there was no need to be harsh with him if he was willing to listen.

From then on, submission and oaths followed smoothly.

The members of the ‘Bilderberg Club’ lined up in a long line under Kissinger’s command and took turns kissing Bablehner’s instep.

When everyone’s oath was complete, Kissinger approached him.

“Great demon. What shall we do from now on?”

To that question, Bablehner simply blinked.

He did not know if this method would work, but it was better than not trying.

『Stop the Hunter named Min Siwoo. Politically pressure him so that he cannot go into battle.』

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

Siwoo was not particularly surprised that the place he had flown to with Teleportation was in the middle of enemy territory.

He would not have panicked even if he had flown to the other side of the Earth, and he would have been fine even if he had been transferred to another realm, as he had when he fought the 4th realm Demon King.

With such demonic energy, he would not have been able to use a dimensional travel artifact anyway, but even if he had been sent, he could have returned by now.

“Ha. . . Still, if you’re going to send me away, at least send me to a tourist spot with a nice view.”

Siwoo lamented as he materialized a shotgun in each hand, as if to be heard.

At that moment, the demon race who seemed to be the commanders of this place came out of the barracks and shouted at him.

“I-i-it’s Min Siwoo! S-Solaso, Min Siwoo is here!”

“Show me, Hikatan! What are you guys doing, hurry up and kill him! Kill him! Kill him!”

At Hikatan and Solaso’s command, the demons who had been standing around in a daze drew their weapons and charged at Siwoo.

“If you’re going to die, you might as well go out with a bang.”

【𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭. 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞-𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬.】

“Well, that’s not. . . I didn’t mean to die.”

【𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.】

Siwoo scratched his cheek as if embarrassed, and Pre folded his wings as if crossing his arms and snorted.

“Anyway, let’s just kill them all. Even if they’re not charging at us to die, we still have to kill them.”

The shotguns clutched in both hands fired at the charging enemies.

Bang.

Kwang!! Kwang!! Kwang!!

Electricity erupted from the magic bullets that pierced the demons’ bodies, and the demons nearby began to be electrocuted as well.

Crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle. . .!!

“Ughhhhhh!”

“Kyaaaahahahahahaha!”

Yellowish froth spilled from the mouths of the demons who were being roasted on the electrified grid, and their muscles and organs melted away.

A shotgun that demonstrated fearsome power, as befitting an artifact designed to react to demonic energy.

Siwoo continued to fire without stopping, shooting at the incoming enemies.

Each time he fired a shot, a jolt of recoil ran up his forearm.

If an ordinary person had fired this gun, they would have been thrown backward immediately, their limbs shattered.

“Fire!!”

At that moment, the demons in the rear aimed their compound bows and fired arrows at Siwoo.

Shushushusuk!!

In an instant, dozens of arrows shot towards him.

All of them were filled with demonic energy and exuded a black aura.

Siwoo erected a magic shield and rotated it at an incredible speed, deflecting all the incoming arrows.

“Ha. . . This isn’t going to be easy.”

However, demonic energy was demonic energy.

As soon as the shield constructed from magic power was destroyed, dark magic poured through the gap.

A muddy, viscous aura pooled at his feet, and a sinister energy began to spread towards Siwoo.

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