Chapter 50 050Usd

[5th] UNITRRRRRR ~!

Quack quack!

A dark venom falls upon the palace of the angels.

A uniquely styled white palace with no staircases as architecture for angels flying on the wings of their backs like birds.

Sarr · · ·.

It melted from the palace's soft ice cream rooftop.

“Dragon's Breath! ” Tr an sla t ed b y Ｊp ｍ tl.co ｍ

“Blood, move! ”

“Hiic?! What is that?! ”

I ran out of the palace where many frightened angels lived.

Chewie.

Teeth · · · ·.

But there were very few angels who escaped.

The king of the mangroves who came unannounced and vomited from 100% lethal breath is a natural disaster. Tra n slat e d b y ｊpmt l .ｃo m

An absolute number of angels, who did not even notice it, or who did not have time to get out, shared the same fate as the palace.

No amount of damage or death was calculated.

In addition to the role of storing the extermination event merchandise, angels who were separated from the festival were like lightning strikes.

“Chaooo ~! ”

The young king of the mangroves roars in joy as he watches his work.

The gender and age of the other species didn't matter to the dragon.

Women, children, elderly, newborn · · ·.

I made no exceptions.

If he had wanted to say even the slightest bit about men and women, he would not have breathed out a poisonous breath that contained vast amounts of lethal force in the first place.

“Halt! You devil! ”

Angels roared from the sky.

All of which surpass level 999.

Skills were also distributed in SS and S classes. Stats you can't even imagine on the ground shaking like a class-A.

▶ Commentary: It's a higher education course!

The teacher replied coolly. Tr a nsl at ed b y Ｊpｍt l.c o ｍ

In mathematics, calculus and statistics must be understood.

“Really? Higher education is easy. ”

I swung my sword 2 around a whirl of black and white.

Bang! Bang! Squeak, bang!

The area of the ski field collapsed.

The angels in that realm disappeared into a handful of dust. Magi and the Holy Harmony pierce the sacred shield of deception.

In front of this, angels and humans were all the same.

If high school was killing angels, I'd be close to graduation already.

▶ Difficulty: Higher education is not an education program to kill everyone. Deep discipline of the notion of clearly understanding and judging the concepts of good and evil · ·

It was hard for me to understand.

The angels attacked me first.

Is there room for a line here?

Even if 99 people claim to be good, whoever attacked me will only retaliate the same way.

“Growl!”

“Ahhhh?! ” Tra nslate d b y Ｊpｍtl.coｍ

The angels were vulnerable to the whirl I created.

I fell down screaming in agony, my arms and legs falling down, just touching here.

The misogynistic angel who had relied on the invincible Cheetki was not a worthy opponent of my growing up to endure the tyranny of my first comrades.

Instead, it was much easier than before.

This is the power of friendship!

Blessed by Holy Mother H, I was explosively enhanced and no one could stop the combination of the Manslaughter King.

“Stop! You bastards! ”

“Unirrrrrrrr ~! ”

The voice of an angel appearing with a horse cry.

A young man on a 'winged white horse' called a unicorn caught up to our flight speed.

And stabbed the dragon's scales with a sharp spear.

Puck!

“Chaooo-? ”

Red blood spilled between the scales of the Manslaughter King who had never been harmed before.

Bloop. Tr a nsl a te d by ｊpｍ tl.ｃ oｍ

I was as surprised as I was then.

Race: Grand Angel

⁄ Level: 999 +

Job: Knight (Fear Fortitude )

⁄ Skill: Divine SSS Spearman SS Invulnerable SS Riding through SS · · ·

Status: Alert, Determined

What's a greedy SSS-grade angel doing out here?

“Unirrrr ~! ”

So was the unicorn he was riding.

A horse with a horn on its forehead and a pair of wings on its back is very famous for its sacred creature, and its horn contains a fairly powerful power.

His ability to fly only heroes and beautiful women is one thing.

Huff, puff!

To catch unicorns that roam around like mosquitoes, the king of the mangroves turns his tail, but the unicorns relaxed and avoid all those attacks that threaten them.

In fact,

Phage job -!

A similar beam of light flashes from the horns of the head and scratches through the skin of the Mangrove King.

The rigid black scale shatters the rope and the inside flesh is torn off without hesitation.

You're as lively as a giant Mudster King.

However, if they accumulate metallurgy, they will not be able to ignore it.

“You fight like a weak bug. ”

I burst a smile on the Mudster King's overhead.

Let's set an example for the fierce angels and unicorns who fight with little to no justification.

Brainvius the Mage King is not alone.

I'll teach those bugs exactly what the complement and the right place is.

I instructed Lady H in a jaw.

“Yes, my lord. Ahhhh!"

Lady H, who was holding the Mangrove King's horn to prevent the fall, sang a beautiful song.

Bloop-oop.

The Manslaughter King's wounds healed quickly.

The piercings pierced by an SSS-grade angel, the sneezes caused by the unicorn's brainwaves, and the minor injuries inflicted by several angels disappeared.

It wasn't completely undamaged.

It's just...

Mangrove King: 9000 Level 8999 Level

Holy Girl H: 2000 Level 2001 Level

The damage is minor like this!

I didn't even feel like I was doing much damage. Whenever the level of healing Manslaughter King Neubius is decreased, it increases the level of healing Saint H.

Like a warrior party that never gets weaker.

“Chaoooo!"

The Manseng King, who was assisted by Lady H, did not retreat or get tired. Even a small drop in the level is replenishing the slaughter of angels.

The bugs noticed that too.

There is no answer like this.

“These guys-!"

“Unirrrrrrrr ~! ”

After the angels and unicorns had given up their little attack, they moved ahead of our flight speed and aimed for the Mangrove King's head.

Their first target is the Eye of the Dragon.

It was obvious that he intended to take away his sight, go even further through the eyeholes and strike directly into the brain.

From here, it was my turn to take the lead.

“With the power of friendship. ”

I did not track down the backs of the angels and unicorns who fought cowardly with Operation Guerrilla.

I thought I'd get here on my own someday.

He also noticed that the attack was ready as long as he was waiting.

Pa-ah!

As I waited for the moment to wipe out the flighty angels from afar, I leaped straight ahead.

“What · · ·?! ”

“Unirr ~?! ”

SSS-grade angels and unicorns are frightened at the same time.

I seem to have firmly believed that I would continue to stand on the head of the Mangrove King and fight.

But my specialty is not a warm ranged attack.

Direct Bloody Close Combat!

Hobbies are gifts of wood and waistdisks.

First things first, unicorns.

Abandon.

“Unirrrrrr ~?! ”

I kicked the wings of the unicorn with all my might.

It's a shame you don't know the body structure because it's not a human horse. If I had known, I would have let you live with a magic spell that won't open your back forever.

“You bastard! You attacked a sacred creature! ”

An SSS-grade angel stabs me in the spear, furious.

I paused for a moment to kick the unicorn out of the air, but I couldn't avoid that swift attack.

Puck!

As planned.

Hot meal.

I grabbed the fancy spear sack of an SSS-grade angel with my left hand as soon as the tip of the spear pierced my side.

“Did it hurt a little? ”

I smiled at the SSS-grade angel.

“Hey, this guy? ”

I'll give you ribs and shave your skull!

You, too! Me, too!

This is my favourite tactic against those who struggle in a swift manner.

Puck!

I put a Sword 2 on the shoulder of an SSS angel.

“Phew!”

“What?”

But I couldn't smile of contrition. My original target was not the shoulder.

His modest hair.

However, the judgment of SSS-grade angels was swift.

After the jump, I dared to give up the spear attached to me and flew to the sky, kicking the seat of a unicorn that I couldn't fly anymore.

“Chaooo!”

“Unirr ~?! ”

Flounder!

The abandoned unicorn, howling and running, disappears into the mouth of the Manslaughter King Neubius.

“Why are you doing this horrible thing?! ”

“I'm disappointed to hear you say that first. ”

That's the end of a short conversation to cover up the inconvenience.

A bead of light gathers in the empty hands of a retreating SSS-grade angel, flapping its wings.

Bow in left hand, arrow in right hand.

Bitch--

The SSS-grade angel straight-up pulled the bow.

Of course I'm the target.

“Oops!”

But my attack was faster.

As my hand slipped, the Sword 2 shot straight away, receiving the thrust of the whirl surrounding Magi and the Holy Spirit.

Puck!

And it was beautifully lodged in the lower belly of an SSS-grade angel.

“Kitchen?! ”

The eyes of the SSS-grade angel who gracefully drew the bow were wide open. I slowly tilted my head down to look at Sword 2.

Tick-tock!

Our sacred SSS was neutralized shortly after the collision, but as my Magi SSS penetrated inward, it collapsed the angel's body at a rapid rate.

I did not confirm the angel's death.

All I needed was some experience.

“Well done, my lord. ”

She welcomed me home as if I had fallen on the head of the Manslaughter King Neubius with a bright smile.

“What's the status?”

I didn't even need to check.

The white palace where the angels lived had already turned dark with the wrath of the Manslaughter King, and the surrounding area of the palace was no different.

Nevertheless, I asked Saint H.

“986 people are alive. ”

Sanctuary H did not hesitate to report the exact number.

As a warrior can see an opponent's abilities, a saint with the privilege of resurrection can determine the number of nearby deaths and survivors.

It's a life detector.

“Huh! 986 angels are still alive in this toxic ruin? ”

“That's right.”

“Keep checking. Make it zero. ”

“Yes, my lord. ”

The special power of a holy woman.

It is optimized with a detector that leaves no after-effects.

▶ Humiliation: Strong Cadet? Her special abilities are used to find survivors without losing hope, or to determine the number of resurrectable deaths. He wasn't given the power to exterminate them!

Tsk, tsk. The schoolgirl doesn't know anything.

You can't progress by being prejudiced without developing a variety of abilities.

▶ Sigh: You mean this is self-improvement too? Mmm-hmm.

I looked around the colony of angels, leaving the girl who was troubled.

“I hope the main event reward didn't melt down too. · ·? ”

There was no plan to exterminate an angel from the beginning.

“Chaoooo!"

It's just a friendly fellow's wish.

My goal is to make sure that the Warrior Festival's best prizes are not split and exclusive.

“There's a reward, my lord. ”

Lady H pointed in one direction with her fingertips.

I looked there with my eyes wide open.

“Indeed · · · · ·. ”

The White Palace, melted by the venom of the Manslaughter King. Something unspoiled, like a bomb shelter, is buried in the rubble.

“Chaooo."

Flutter.

The Manseng King, who was delighted to see his terrible work, discovered it shortly after hearing the conversation between me and Lady H.

A city full of poison and poison gas.

Something sprung up like a sprout in the middle of it.

Kung-!

Brainvius, the Manslaughter King, lands in front of him.

The appearance is a rectangular vault.

It was the size of thousands of people, so I was confused as to whether it was a treasure vault or a bomb shelter.

Maybe both.

Crack Gigg-

Queek...

The Mudster King grabs it with both hands and begins to crumble.

The scene seemed as if the lizard was picking walnuts.

At first, it seemed to be easily crushed, but from some point on, the physical force pushed from inside was applied.

Queek, queek -

Repetition of compression and expansion.

It seemed clear that there was something special inside.

“Chaooo ~”

The Mudster King seemed to enjoy the situation.

I was slowly pressing it with both hands, even though I could crush it with my whole body or bite it with my chin.

Kuku ku.

And now he's pulling it out and rolling it left and right.

I folded my arms and watched.

Saint-H said to her when she died.

“Master, 986 survivors are concentrated in there. ”

“Really? Neubius. ”

Tsk.

The Mudster King has stopped pranking me for my summons.

If we weren't fools, the man in charge would have understood exactly what it meant for us to stop the attack.

Hiccup.

A moment later, a group of angels stumbles out of the dragon's fingernails, scratching and distorted boxes.

I asked the man in the lead first.

“You represent an angel? ”

From the time the thin man appeared like the chief, the interest had already fallen to less than half, but it was not enough to leave no room for conversation.

The angel replied calmly.

“Yes, a warrior of chaos. My name is · · ·. ”

“Representative A. Let me get this straight. ”

No more grumbling and begging for mercy.

I'm the victim. That's the perpetrator.

Let's get one thing straight.

“I'm the victim. Do you understand?”

“What the heck. Oh, yes, sir! ”

I was surprised to be attacked by the fierce angels. Even now, my heart flutters when I think about it.

I demand a fair award for mental damage!

▶ Question: Strong Cadet Is Sick · ·?

Why can't I be sick?

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