The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 343

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟒𝟑: 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 2

A long stream of light draws a semicircle.

The neck of the plague doctor’s mask falls off, and he collapses in his seat.

“K-Kill himmm!!!”

The werewolf mask’s scream echoes through the conference room.

Sensing the urgency in his voice, the hunters try to rush at Siwoo.

Siwoo glances at them briefly and mutters softly.

“Tirkan.”

“Krrrrrr!”

Hearing the emperor’s command, the tiger chieftain Tirkan leaps down from the high ceiling, his sharp teeth bared.

Even Tirkan alone would have been enough to terrify all the hunters, but he was not alone.

“Krrrrrr━ begin!”

At his call, a hundred soldiers appear in an instant.

Appearing like shadows from the blind spots of the hunters rushing at Siwoo, the soldiers slit their throats with their sharp claws before they even notice.

Pshhhhhhhhh!

It takes less than a second.

“Eeeeeek!”

“M-Murder!”

“What the hell is this. . .”

The blood splattered all over the conference room stains the people sitting there, the tables, and the floor bright red.

The pungent smell of blood irritates people’s nostrils.

Everyone’s faces turn pale at the sudden carnage.

“Do you have any more troops to call?”

Siwoo asks the remaining masked men as if he were reciting something.

Those who meet his chilling gaze flinch and take a step back without realizing it.

This is the first time they have actually seen an SSS-rank Hunter.

The top five of the ‘Bilderberg Club’, who had made a direct contract with the Demon King, were not afraid of any Hunter because they were possessed by the Demon King’s energy.

Therefore, they had been belittling Siwoo’s abilities until they saw him in person.

Moreover, they had the power to control even the presidents, so it was natural for them to have nothing to fear.

They had believed that their power was invincible in this desolate world.

Until now, that is.

“Wait. . .!! We’ll clear all charges against you! We’ll release you from the wanted list!”

“That’s right! H-Hey, how about becoming our bodyguard?!”

“We’ll make a special request to the Demon King. . .!!”

Siwoo was not surprised by their cowardly behavior.

These things survived like cockroaches wherever they went, spreading their eggs.

“Then tell that to the Demon King.”

“We’ll tell him! Just say the word!!”

Jason replies urgently.

He looks up at Siwoo with desperate eyes, hoping to survive.

But his judgment was short-lived.

The eerie aura emanating from Siwoo’s gaze seemed to foreshadow what was to come.

“Ah. . . . . .”

“To hell.”

Bang!! Bang!! Bang!!

A shotgun that had materialized out of nowhere shatters all the Halloween masks.

People in the conference room scream at the sight of their heads being crushed like ripe watermelons.

They jump out of their seats in terror and rush towards the exit.

However, the commotion was naturally suppressed in an instant.

“Krrrrrr! Kill anyone who tries to escape!!”

At Tirkan’s roar like a beast, the scattered soldiers take control of the exits and brandish their claws.

The people panic and then realize that they cannot escape, and they begin to plead.

“P-Please spare me!”

“We were only following orders!”

“Count Blackwood! Please say something on our behalf!”

Siwoo, watching their desperate expressions, turns his gaze to Edward.

“Should I handle this?”

“Go ahead. The ‘paperwork’ is your job anyway.”

Siwoo nods and opens his mouth to the people.

“The situation is urgent right now. There is no time or energy for a leisurely paperwork battle. Therefore, I want you to follow my will, no matter what the outcome.”

At his words, the people in the conference room look at each other with terrified expressions.

Some had confident faces, while others bit their lips and thought about how to escape.

Siwoo notices all of this and continues speaking.

“Anyone who has made a contract with the demon race, turn yourself in now. By the way, this will be your first and last chance.”

“. . . . . . . .!!”

“No. . .!”

No one here could defy or refute Siwoo’s words at this moment.

They had just seen the five most powerful people in the world die like dogs, so who would dare to nitpick?

However, there were some who were skeptical because their lives were at stake.

“E-Excuse me. . . If we turn ourselves in, will you forgive us. . . ?”

The leader of a European country raises his hand cautiously and asks.

Siwoo examines him closely before opening his mouth.

“There will be punishment, but I will not kill you.”

“Punishment. . . You won’t kill us?!”

“Then that means you’ll kill those who don’t turn themselves in! What right do you have!”

“Oh, right! How are you going to prove that we’ve joined hands with the demon race!”

People gripped by anxiety gradually raise their voices.

Those who had joined hands with the demon race were anxious, but so were those who had not.

If they were unlucky enough to be branded as traitors and killed, there would be nothing more unjust.

Siwoo lets out a small sigh at the obvious and expected backlash.

It was as he had expected.

“As I said before, you must first follow my orders. I’ll count to three. One, two━”

Those who were not prepared for the sudden count started to panic and make a fuss.

However, that did not stop the numbers from increasing.

“Three.”

The count is over.

Silence falls over the room.

Everyone glances around, trying to figure out what is going on.

“. . . . . . . .”

“Ah. . .”

About twenty people with their hands raised cautiously come into view.

They either have their eyes tightly shut or their faces ashen, trembling anxiously.

He had said that he would spare them from death, but there was no way of knowing if that was true.

Moreover, the level of ‘punishment’ was unknown, so it took a lot of courage to turn themselves in.

“Tirkan.”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

“Separate the people who raised their hands.”

“I understand!!”

Tirkan, who had received the order, immediately ordered his soldiers to sort them out to one side.

The terrified people did not dare to resist and followed the humanoid tiger’ orders, and after a brief sorting, another silence fell.

All eyes were on Siwoo.

The people waited for his mouth to open.

It would not have been strange if he had ordered all those who had turned themselves in to be killed right away.

Siwoo looks over the people remaining in their seats and frowns.

No one could guess what that meant.

“Under the HSIU international law, I will execute those who have betrayed humanity.”

His tone was remarkably flat.

It was as bland and ordinary as if he were making a casual greeting.

The people did not immediately grasp the meaning of his words and only realized the seriousness of the sentence about a second later.

“Wh. . .?!”

“Wait. . . Wh, what are you going to. . . .”

The group that had turned themselves in turned pale, knowing that they were going to die.

That moment.

Bzzzzzzzz!

A huge circle was created, filling the conference room, with Siwoo at its center.

Originally, it was a ritual that combined Siwoo’s ability to sense magic power with Pre’s absorption of demonic energy.

Dozens of hands rise from the black magic circle and stretch out, detecting and searching for Bablehner’s energy.

Thud!!

“Kyaaaaak!”

“Uwaaaah, sa- save me!”

“S-Stop it for a moment uwaaaaak!”

The black hands weave through the people, choosing the hearts bound by the contract and tearing them out alive.

The smell of blood vibrates.

Harsh screams and the last words of the dying fill the conference room.

“Ha.”

Siwoo’s sharp gaze turns to those who are dying.

He does not feel an ounce of sympathy.

He wonders how many deaths they have aided in order to survive until now.

In about three seconds, dozens of corpses are created.

The ‘Bilderberg Club’ members who had not turned themselves in all died in their seats without even trying to escape.

“Tirkan.”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

“Lock up all those who turned themselves in.”

“I understand!!”

Siwoo looks at Edward, who is sitting with a dazed look on his face.

He seems somewhat tired.

“It’s not that I suddenly feel sorry for them. Are you tired?”

“Hmph. I’m not like you, whose body and mind are made of vibranium. I’m just an ordinary person, you slimy piece of shit.”

“Excuse me. My body and mind are delicate too.”

“. . . . . . . .”

Edward glares at Siwoo with an expression like he had just eaten a hundred pieces of shit.

He did not seem to think it was worth responding to such nonsense.

“Anyway, I’m leaving since I’ve taken care of things here. Edwin, you handle the rest.”

“What? You should stay. Where are you going again? Do you know that you’re the HSIU president too?”

“I do the fieldwork. You do the paperwork. You can handle the meetings from now on.”

It would be easier for all the proceedings to go smoothly if Siwoo were present, but Siwoo was right in saying that there were other places where he was needed.

Edward nods.

“I understand. Get lost.”

“. . .You haven’t forgotten that I’m the one who saved your life, have you?”

“So what, you piece of shit? I was tortured for days because I didn’t know where you had gone.”

“Really?”

Siwoo looks at Edward with surprised eyes.

Edward smiles faintly with a firm face.

This guy is certainly far from being a traitor.

Siwoo laughs softly and puts his hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“But it’s not like I could have taken you with me even if I told you. It wouldn’t have mattered if I said anything.”

“. . . . . . . .?”

“I’m going.”

“. . . . . . . .”

Edward clenches his fists in anger as he watches Siwoo disappear.

He will definitely punch him in the face next time he sees him.

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“One of the Fallen Angels’ connections has been severed.”

Kraken says to the being sitting on the throne.

A boy with jet-black hair and pearl-white skin, dressed in black.

『I can’t feel the energy of the humans I contracted with.』

“Then. . .?”

Bablehner moves his pitch-black lips at Kraken’s question.

『There is no one who can break the contract with me, so someone must have killed the humans.』

“Do you think it was the soldiers or the hunters?”

『No. Their energy disappeared all at once. Now that I have the world government in my hands, there is no one who can kill them so openly.』

Bablehner looks down at Kraken with an expressionless face.

“Could it be. . . him. . .?”

With the current situation, no one could have done such a thing, as all the high-rankers, including ‘Misteltein’, were tied up.

Moreover, if they were killed indiscriminately, it would be nothing short of a massacre.

Could there be anyone who could kill the heads of each country without any evidence or certainty?

If so, they would have taken care of things before the war started.

Not at this sudden timing.

『It seems that your guess is correct.』

Just one person.

If there was anyone who could do such a thing with ease and still be left standing, it would be-

『Min Siwoo has returned.』

A faint expression appears on Bablehner’s face for the first time.

A strange twist of anger and excitement.

“Please give me your orders on what to do.”

Kraken asks, kneeling on one knee.

It is not certain whether the appearance of one person can turn the current situation upside down, but Min Siwoo has always caused such incidents.

He must not be allowed to do so.

Bablehner, who had finished thinking, opens his mouth.

『All troops, commence the final war.』

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