FFF-Class Trashero

Chapter 182 - [11th Round] Great Solidarity!

Chapter 182 - [11th Round] Great Solidarity!

Having created the wings of the righteous hero, I leaped towards the fake Lanuvel. With the cooperation of the universe, my mobility, infinitely free from the laws of physics such as air resistance, was terrifying even when I thought about it.

My target was the fake Lanuvel’s neck. The area between her 6th and 7th cervical vertebrae was calling me.

Whiiek- Ting!

However, the fake senior blocked my path with the Holy Sword 2. It was unbelievable even to be called teleportation as he materialized before me in the blink of an eye. Then he pushed me back.

“You’re such a nasty impostor! How could you aim for a cute girl?!”

I had just created a ZZZ skill, so my abilities were at a disadvantage. On the other hand, the fake senior in front of me had a lot of high-level skills. To make matters worse, I was also behind in levels. But I had the Holy Sword Nucleon.

Smack, crack-

The fake senior’s Holy Sword 2 couldn’t stand it. While his ability level had risen due to the effect of this entrance exam center, the equipment he was wearing remained lacking. It was no match for the pure Holy Sword Nucleon made by carving the stars.

“H-how could an impersonator hold such a Holy…?”

The fake senior, noticing the condition of his own Holy Sword, was confused. The Holy Sword could never be destroyed. Although that was a slight exaggeration, the Holy Sword’s blade was sharp and hard, and its recovery function was excellent. Yet, such a Holy Sword was about to snap.

“It’s obvious. I am real, after all!”

I stepped back without revealing any flaws. I gained momentum by flapping my wings and changed direction at once, aiming at his fellow trash who watched the battle without a qualm as the hero fought. Who should I pick this time?

Ah! I felt like an idiot for needing to think about it. Targeting Lanuvel was purely out of my own personal feelings, but if I analyzed it objectively, the answer was to hunt the healer first.

Saint A, Saint B, Saint C. All the saints active in the Fantasy Continent gathered in one place. The saints who said that there was no way to act together because of doctrine or self-esteem were naturally accompanying him. Was this also a difference in the generation?

Anyhow, it’s something good at this moment.

“Ugh! Stop him!”

“He’s coming this way!”

“Hero~!”

The fake hero’s colleagues and harem were surprised. I wanted to finish them off perfectly with a surprise attack, but their abilities were quite high. They recognized my movements and reacted. The saints stood in the center, surrounded by the long-ranged attackers such as wizards and archers. The outer side of this formation was protected by strong guys like Alex and the Knight King.

The rest were preparing self-defense.

“Yhap!”

A bandit elf was coming in from my side. Were those breasts of the woman that looked like Ileana also fake? I decided to check it out right away by swinging the Holy Sword Nucleon towards her. I didn’t defend at all. After all, there was no need to calculate who would suffer more if I exchanged one-on-one with a timid elf.

Whoosh~

The fake Ileana’s dagger, which was about to pierce my neck, narrowly missed. Just seeing her eyes shoot wide open like a rabbit, she seemed to have made a great mistake herself.

Then, how about me?

“Your opponent is me!”

…Just before splitting the fake Ileana’s head, the fake senior broke in again. Clicking my tongue, I aimed at another prey. Aqua, Bandit King, Sage, Elf King, Harem…

However, my attacks couldn’t connect due to the interference of a fake senior. It was possible to inflict minor wounds, but each time the saints came forward and restored them instantly, so it ended in vain. The First Spirit, grabbing my hair as if she were riding a roller coaster, suddenly frowned.

“I told you. That guy specializes in protecting his allies. He gave each colleague and woman their magic tool. There is a magic circle and coordinates engraved on it that teleports him directly near the tool.”

“You should’ve told me early!”

It didn’t matter now. After all, the fake senior’s weapon, Holy Sword 2, was on the verge of breaking. I couldn’t be stopped even if he teleported in front of his ally.

But again, it wasn’t that simple.

“Holy Creature! Help me!”

The holy relics guarded by Saint B of the Southern Continent appeared. It looked like a piece of rag but rubbing it would restore anything to its original form. The Holy Sword was no exception.

“Sacred being! Holy dragon! Holy saint! Lend me power!”

The sacred series indicated in his status were summoned one after another. The Divine Beast, Holy Dragon, and Saint. The summoned Divine Beast was the two-legged cat I met the other day on Snowy Mountain M in the North Continent. The Holy Dragon was the first green dragon I had ever seen, and the Saint was the one in the funeral memories contained in the garter belt.

The cooperation of the universe didn’t help at this moment. The meteorites stopped falling from the sky because the fake hero neutralized them. The other natural disasters don’t help either. However, no attack touched me.

“Cough-cough!”

“S-such a mistake…cough!”

“Cough! Please take care of the rest!”

The sage and wizards who belonged to the fake hero party collapsed after a sudden surge in Mana. The archers had broken their bows and were left unsure of what to do, while the saints suddenly doubted their faith and fell into anguish. The harem, who had little combat power in the first place, was still a private cheerleading squad full of black hearts and desires to become overnight millionaires by marrying the hero…

There were only a few real powers left.

“Is that Boris woman who looks like my sister an elf?! How can an elf grow such a coveted fruit…if I can touch them, I won’t even regret dying…hmmmm!”

“Elfheim. It’s my regret to fight together with you.”

“I don’t want to hear that from an enviable Gambling King who touches a new fruit almost every day.”

“Haha! Anyway, it seems that all the friends who are usually unlucky are gone…there are no coincidences in this world.”

Only those with high-level Luck Skills avoided the universe’s cooperation, such as the Fake Elf King, Gambling King, Sword Princess, and Bandit King. They helped the fake senior to pressure me. But these were people I had already met as colleagues. I had a good sense of their fighting style.

The problem was the fake senior.

Flash! Flash! Flash!

He appeared here and there by teleportation, assisting his colleagues in their attacks or saving them from danger alongside the Divine Beast, Holy Dragon, and Saint. At this point, avoiding them became more difficult even with the universe’s help.

“The power of despicable friendship…!”

The weak, who were no match against me in a one-on-one, were uniting to oppress me. The weak, who played around every day, were uniting and trying to ridicule the hard work of those growing stronger with sincerity.

The extreme of absurdity and irrationality! But if it continued like this, my defeat would be a fact. My righteous wings had already been cut once. I could only regenerate them twice more; any more than that would be difficult.

I felt a sacrifice was inevitable. In this battle, Boris, who was second only to the fake senior in terms of abilities, fulfilled her role by keeping the beast and dragon in check. However, the other two…

“Hiplia, Green Cake.”

I clenched my teeth and summoned them. Saint H and the Green Hatchling were far from ready to participate in this battle based on the Level ZZZ, but I had no choice to turn the tables by splitting my foes up and reducing the number of fakes.

“I’ve been waiting for your call, Master.”

“Yeah…”

I responded to Saint H’s greeting with composure. Leaving her job as a saint, she was a woman who had devotedly served me without complaint in this barbaric Fantasy World.

It’s been 50 years.

Always, when it was difficult for me, she was there, and it was also because of her that I began to lead such a correct lifestyle.

She wouldn’t forgive me for sacrificing her in a place like…hmm?

? Race: Holy Angel

? Level: 9999+

? Job: Saint (Faith ? Resurrection?)

? Skill: Faith G Judgment ZZ Punishment ZZ Training ZZ Flight Z…

? Status: Holy

Her abilities were weird. The others were indeed strange, but her Faith Skill was…? The first to react to her appearance was the Phantom King Shakespeare, who had somehow already become a sidekick.

“Kaaargh~?! My eyeeesss~?!”

The member of the Five Great Disasters, who had fallen to Level 1, couldn’t look directly at the dazzling angel armed with Level G Faith. He struggled as if he were about to run out of breath.

“N-no way…!”

The fake senior, who instinctively noticed that he couldn’t maintain his shape if the Phantom King Shakespeare disappeared, hurriedly canceled his Brave Skill. Thanks to that, the Phantom King Shakespeare barely avoided extinction but continued to tremble miserably as he smashed his face into the dirt. All to ignore a frightening reality.

“I prayed for you during these three years.”

“O-oh, I see!”

It’s a fact I’ve felt for a long time, but priests in the Fantasy World were more deceitful than heroes. I couldn’t believe she could become this strong just by praying! Although it was a clue that her heart must be sincere, it was qualitatively different from the Gods of the earth who didn’t repay you materially no matter how much you pray.

So how could you not believe it?

“Greeee~!”

Green Cake also grew even more during the three years I slept. His abilities didn’t change much from three years ago, but his level increased significantly, and his size became as big as Noebius’s foot in his twilight era.

“Ruru?!”

“Ruru…!”

The frightened Lucifer crowd ebbed away. Those who didn’t budge even when meteorites fell from the sky were frightened by the baby dragon and ran away. But the sky was still dark. This was because the wide-spread wings of Green Cake completely covered the sky.

“That hatchling…?!”

The Holy Dragon reacted violently, looking up at Green Cake as he looked down at the glass-covered world with curious eyes. Previously facing Boris as a combatant in a human-dragon form, she returned to her original form of a giant dragon. And she spoke to Green Cake.

“G, Gree…?”

“Greee?”

“Gree, Gree.”

“Greeee-!”

I had Interpreter A, but that wasn’t enough to understand the dragon’s language. The two dragons that met in the sky didn’t fight but continued to talk. It wasn’t bad for me. If the Holy Dragon and Green Cake fought, Green Cake, who was behind in terms of abilities and size, would be defeated. I’d appreciate it if he’d buy me some time like that.

“He has become quite quick-witted, huh.”

He knew exactly how to support himself, who was relatively weaker than the enemy dragon. I felt a little better because I felt like I had finally found this guy’s battle aptitude. Let’s grow up to be an evil dragon smoothly like this!

“Imposter! I can’t believe you have more secret colleagues- let me talk to you!”

“Tsk!”

I was about to present a cervical disk problem to the Gambling King, but I failed because of the fake senior’s interruption, whom I thought had relaxed for a moment. His reaction speed was monstrous.

“Hiplia.”

“According to the will of God. Arise, my warriors!”

Saint H resurrected the dead at the expense of her level. It was different from the memory resuscitation of Shakespeare. It was to bring back the dead from this land. It didn’t matter if they lacked a body. It was like acquiring a new life with the new body that Saint H made.

This was the strength of the Saint strengthened by Faith G.

“Shakespeare! Even after death, I have not forgotten!”

“The enemy of my wife! Shakespeare!”

“The Phantom King! I’m back from hell!”

The ghosts sacrificed or tortured by the Phantom King Shakespeare’s necromantic experiments were resurrected in response to the Saint’s call.

And there were also a million of them! Most were vampires and humans, but the odd angel and demon were mixed in. They inherited their skills while they were alive, but they were all Level 1 and naked, so it didn’t seem like they would be of any help in battle.

But I didn’t mind.

“Let’s fight fair and square like a hero.”

I grinned and activated my Job Effect.