The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 344

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟒𝟒: 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞

Gandharva spat out the blood that had collected in her mouth.

A dull pain throbbed through her dantian, and pain shot through her entire body.

This pain had continued for over a week now.

As soon as her magic power gathered enough to settle down, enemies would swarm her again, and she would be forced to fight until her dantian was depleted.

“Ugh, ha, ha. . .! “

Her mind and body, which had been pushed to the brink of collapse, were barely hanging on by a thread.

What was the one obsession that made her endure to the end?

“Damn it. . . ha, ha, come on. . . you bastards!”

She recalled the training she had done with Siwoo.

Merciless training that continued until her dantian was completely empty.

Endless punches and kicks that made her insides twist beyond the point of dizziness if she took even one hit.

During her entire life as a hunter, she had faced death more times during her brief time with Siwoo than she had during her entire life.

If it hadn’t been for that hardcore training, Gandharvawould have already met her end.

Kwagwagwagwagwagwagwa. . .!

Her gauntlets emitted fire, turning the enemies that rushed at her into human torches.

Her firepower was explosive.

However, Gandharva’s hardened expression did not soften in the slightest.

Normally, this would have been enough to end the battle, but it was nothing to the devils or Fallen Angels.

The daily battles that pushed her to her limits were too much to bear.

The only reason she was still alive, or rather, the only reason she had to stay alive, was because. . .

━’𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘦. . . 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭. . . 𝘥𝘪𝘦.’━

Gandharva was well aware of her role.

As ‘Misteltein’, her only mission until the moment she died was to protect people.

She believed that all hunters should have that conviction.

That was why Gandharva was so ashamed and embarrassed that ‘Misteltein’ had failed to fulfill its role due to Merlin’s treachery.

It was the worst possible judgment, one that could not be washed away by any excuse.

“All. . . all of you, die!!”

Her roar, which she uttered as if she were chewing on something, brutally tore the enemies to pieces.

“Ha. . . ha. . . ha. . . sob. . .! Uwaaaah!!”

A mournful scream echoed across the field.

As she tried to gather the remaining magic power in her body, her dantian tore apart as if it were being shredded, and it felt like shards of glass were circulating through her mana veins.

Uncontrollable pain surged through her from head to toe.

Gandharva fell to her knees on the ground.

Her symptoms were particularly severe today.

She was in a state where it would not have been strange for her to collapse and die at any moment.

There was no way to replenish her depleted magic power.

“Ugh, ugh. . .!!”

She grabbed the dirt on the ground with her hands and thrashed around on the floor.

She bit down on her jaw so hard that salty blood flowed from her molars.

She gritted her teeth so hard that salty blood dripped from her molars.

A horde of demons and Fallen Angels were approaching her.

She was not afraid to die.

She had been prepared for that possibility ever since she became a Hunter.

However, there was just one regret.

Was this what they called lingering attachment?

━’𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘚𝘪𝘸𝘰𝘰. . . 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. . .’━

She tried to move her emaciated legs to get up.

At that moment, someone placed a hand on her shoulder.

Startled, Gandharva turned her head.

“You can’t go around collapsing after getting caught up in something like this, or where will you go and call yourself ‘Misteltein’?”

A white-haired beauty covered in blood was looking at Gandharva.

“Namir. . . .”

Namir, the Queen of the half-demons and a fellow ‘Misteltein’.

Gandharva and she had been together until about two weeks ago, but they had been separated when enemies swarmed them from all sides.

“There haven’t been any enemies since yesterday evening on my side. I think something strange is going on.”

Namir took out a mana potion that she had left in her arms.

“Drink this.”

“You, you are. . .”

“Hey! I said, drink it!”

Namir forced the potion into Gandharva’s mouth as if she were cramming it down her throat.

“Puha! You’re quite the character for someone who’s so sickly!”

“It’s better if you drink it when I tell you to, so it’s good for both of us.”

“No, just say it once!”

“That’s what it means.”

Namir said as she tidied up her wildly disheveled hair.

Gandharva’s gaze naturally turned to a certain spot.

“Hey, you. . . your hand. . .”

“What? Oh, don’t worry about it.”

Namir’s right hand was nowhere to be seen.

“When master comes, he’ll heal this little wound right away.”

“Do you think Siwoo will come back—no, do you think he’ll come before we die?”

Gandharva’s voice was very low.

It had been about a month since he disappeared.

At first, Gandharvahad been confident for about a week or two.

That Siwoo would soon return and sort all this out.

However, as two weeks turned into three, and then a month, her mental state slowly crumbled, and now she had reached the point where she could not even think.

She did not believe that Siwoo had fled to another world.

However, she could not help but feel anxious that he might not be able to return due to an unforeseen accident.

If that were the case, what would happen to this world?

Amidst the swarming enemies, Gandharva felt her mind occasionally becoming dizzy with the growing sense of impatience.

If she had done everything she could but the result was obvious.

If humanity’s defeat was ultimately inevitable because Siwoo did not come.

What was the point of all this struggling now?

“. . . . . .”

Namir stared intently at Gandharva’s anxiety-ridden eyes.

She must have been tired.

“I’m tired too.”

An honest confession flowed from Namir’s swollen lips.

In fact, she was just as tired.

Every battle had been a torment since her wrist was cut off, and she had been living in a constant state of desperation to survive.

“It’s so hard that I want to die, but even so, I firmly believe that. . .”

“Even now?”

“Of course. Master has always appeared whenever I really needed him.”

There was not a hint of hesitation in Namir’s expression as she spoke.

After hearing her words, Gandharva felt her heart lighten considerably.

She thought that such simple faith was the strongest kind of heart.

“Yes. In that case, we can’t die yet. Because Siwoo will be back soon.”

“Of course. I will survive and make sure to hear master’s praise.”

Gandharva clenched her jaw as she looked at the enemy forces approaching nearby.

It was not time to retreat yet.

Kwagwagwagwagwagwaang!!

Her fist shot out with a fierce momentum towards the incoming enemies.

A shockwave spread throughout the area, and the ground shook.

Namir rushed in beside Gandharva and stabbed her rapier into the foreheads of the enemies that Gandharva had not yet managed to deal with.

Kwagjajajajik. . .!!

The enemies’ heads instantly turned to stone and hardened.

The demon horde hesitated and stopped their advance, taken aback by the synergy between the two of them.

In fact, the two ‘Misteltein’-level forces were blocking their way, making it impossible for them to advance or retreat.

Gugagagagagagagagak

At that moment, a spine-chilling voice made Gandharva and Namir’s bodies stiffen.

An existence whose voice alone sent shivers down their spines.

The Fallen Angels, the Nephilim.

The monster, which was over 3m tall, swung its giant club forward.

Zheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeng!!!

A huge crater appeared on the ground, and large fragments flew in all directions.

“Ugh. . .!!”

Gandharva and Namir swallowed their groans at the enemy’s powerful attack and blocked the flying boulders with their bare bodies.

They had wrapped magic shields around their skin, but the enemy’s power was so strong that the shields quickly shattered.

“How many of those damn things are there?!”

Gandharva spat out a curse as she grabbed her bleeding forearm.

She had already killed three Nephilim.

“Well, I’ve killed a few too. . . but I never wanted to see them again.”

A strange monster with four faces and two pairs of grotesque wings.

Each of the four faces had a large mouth, eyes, ears, and genitals on each side.

━Gugagagagakagagagagak

Another horrifying sound came from the Nephilim’s mouth.

Or rather, from the side with the mouth.

Namir and Gandharva’s bodies momentarily lost their balance at the horrible screech that made them want to cover their ears.

They did not know it, but the sound emitted by the Nephilim had the effect of stiffening muscles.

And that brief moment when their opponents froze was enough for the Nephilim.

As its wings flapped violently, sharp feathers flew towards Gandharva and Namirlike arrows.

Pabababababababak!!

“Damn it!!”

They tried to block it with their shields, but it was useless against the unavoidable speed.

Gandharva and Namir felt the strength drain from their bodies as the feathers pierced them all over.

The remaining magic power and blood were sucked away by the feathers.

Namir collapsed to the ground first, and Gandharva, who had been holding on for a moment longer, also fell to her knees.

Her limbs trembled violently.

As if she had hypothermia, her body temperature dropped rapidly from the tips of her peripheral nerves.

“Gasp. . . cough. . . gasp. . .”

Namir gasped for breath weakly.

It felt like all the energy that had been supporting her body was melting away.

She could not muster any strength anywhere.

The Nephilim she had fought before used different techniques.

Furthermore, she was physically and mentally exhausted, so she was unable to react to such a sudden attack.

“Ah. . . no. . .!”

Namir bit her lip hard.

Blood dripped down her chin.

She had no intention of giving up her life so easily.

She would bite through the Nephilim’s throat with her teeth the moment it tried to eat her.

Namir’s eyes flickered with fierce determination.

Gugagagak, gugagagagak

The Nephilim stood between Namir and Gandharva, rolling its eyeballs around.

Then, as if it had made up its mind, it strode towards Namir.

However, unfortunately for it, the Nephilim was not that stupid.

The huge mouth on its left side split open as if it were laughing.

The Nephilim raised its club high.

“G. . . gasp. . .”

Namir glared at the Nephilim with eyes full of anger and resentment.

She was ashamed of her own state, where she could not even fight back.

━Gugagak

The Nephilim swung its club.

Namir’s eyes snapped shut.

Taeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeng!!

“Ha. . . ha. . .!”

She exhaled her ragged breath and slowly opened her eyes.

She did not know if she had not died, or if she had died and come to the afterlife.

And the first words out of her mouth as she opened her eyes were to call out to someone.

“. . .master.”

Namir’s gaze fell on a spot.

There, she saw Siwoo’s solid back.

Siwoo, who had blocked the Nephilim’s club with one hand, looked at the monster with cold eyes.

“Hey. Who dares to swing that thing at my disciple?”

━━Gugagagagagagagak

The Nephilim’s wings folded back and then fired its feathers once more.

Its opponent was right in front of it.

There was no way the feathers would miss.

Thudthudthudthudthudthudak!!

However, contrary to the Nephilim’s expectations, its feathers were blocked by a jet-black armor and did not pierce Siwoo at all.

“Dragon Slayer Sword.”

A low voice accompanied the appearance of a dark sword.

And upon seeing the sword, the Nephilim encountered the fear of death for the first time.

Its entire body screamed as if it were being sucked into the dark aura.

━Gugagagak

“What’s wrong, bastard?”

At that moment, Siwoo’s sword descended from above like lightning.

The ground behind the Nephilim split into two neat halves.

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