FFF-Class Trashero

[? Round] City of Angels

The Dragon King Noebius belonged to a superior breed. Although not comparable to his size in his twilight, which was more like a mountain range in size, in his youth, Noebius was overwhelmingly larger than the average dragon.

“Greee~”

“Chaoooo… !”

“G-gre….”

Green Cake, who returned to his original dragon form, was crushed immediately while pretending to be close to Noebius. Standing next to Noebius, he finally looked like a proper Hatchling.

“Let’s go, my friend. To start the second half.”

“Chaooo!”

The reason why I targeted the angels. It’s not just because it was calculated by how much welfare they owed. According to the information I had previously heard from Miss Trainee Teacher, the secondary education curriculum was about dealing with angels: to doubt whether they were truly right and deal with the angels believed as good and even to kill them if necessary.

That was what the secondary education curriculum focused on.

I had a good idea here. Even in school, model students with good grades had prior learning. While others were solving elementary school problems, they read middle school textbooks. I don’t think that method is necessarily good. However, in a broader sense, prior learning is also a part of study. If so…

Prior learning = Good grades

Secondary Education Curriculum = Angel

Good grades = Angel

Here’s a very simple formula! The two porters, who were chosen not by grades but by their appearance, were already low in scores and rankings. Special measures were required to bring them up quickly. Of course, there were ways to do it slowly. But I can’t just hold their hands for two whole years, can I? I also have a private life, and things to prepare before I returned to Earth.

“My friend. Do you remember the place?”

“Chaooo!”

My dear companion Noebius answered faithfully. I didn’t know where the angels lived. How could you find a city floating in the air with no discernable milestones even though you’ve been there before? The sky was much too wide.

The formula for the surface area of ​​a sphere is:

A=4πr^2

4π(3.14) times the radius squared.

Assuming that the radius of the festival planet is R, the search range for the City of Angels floating in the air is ‘4π(R+α)*(R+α)’. Even more, the sky exists in 3D, not 2D. That only makes it more complicated.

There’s another reason why I can’t find it. The city was different from geostationary satellites. What I mean is, although satellites orbit the Earth, they are always in the same position unless they are intentionally moved using propellants. If it floats above Seoul, Korea, it will always be above Seoul, South Korea. If it were above Washington, in the United States, it would always be above Washington, in the United States. And in Moscow, Russia if it were in Moscow, Russia…

It’s like this. But the City of Angels moves freely. Let’s say that after I found it at point A, and I wrote on the ground, The City of Angels is up here!’ Next time, I find the mark on the ground, the City of Angels couldn’t be found even if I vertically break through the atmosphere and stratosphere right to the tenth sphere.

Because it has already moved elsewhere.

“…Hmm? Do you also know?”

At that moment, the Crowned Wind Spirit, who had monopolized my armpits, whispered smugly. After all, the wind blew everywhere. No matter how tightly the City of Angels was hidden, it couldn’t escape the wind.

What if you really wanted to avoid it? You must go to space.

“Dude! You should have told me that sooner! Do you want to get kicked out of my armpits that you sniff every day?”

When asked if he wanted to be kicked out, the Wind Spirit was startled and shook his head violently from side to side. It was just like the look on the face of a classmate who had lost the cigarette he had worked so hard to buy as a minor at the convenience store.

…Did it mean I’m like a drug mule? I understood the nuance of ‘I will work hard in the future!’ from the Wind Spirit, who grabbed desperately onto my armpit hair as the rest of the spirits did the same.

Earth, fire, wind, water, mind. The five energies were different in personality. But no matter what personality or inclination they had, the result was the same. This was because when one guy rebelled, the other four shouted, “Exile that cheeky guy and share what they had between the four of us!”

It was such a tearful and harmonious friendship.

“Chaoooo.”

“Oh! We’re already here!”

While I was keeping the heads of the Crowned Spirits tight, my companion Noebius found the home of our evil foes. Should I call it the City of the Azure Sky? It was like sushi made of black rice. On top of the round rock, the surface of the earth was thinly sliced ​​and raised. Was the city in the center the wasabi?

Ding, ding, ding!

When I visited in the past, the angels on guard were terrified and panicked, but now only the calming bells sounded out… And many angels appeared like a flock of doves. Their weapons were basic, and they were wearing armor that thoroughly covered their bodies except for their protruding wings. They were wearing helmets that looked vaguely like gas masks, so I couldn’t tell who was who.

It was completely different from before when they believed only in their immunity and the general attribute of their divine skill, walking around naked.

“Friend. Have you been diligently avenging yourself for 40 years?”

“Chaooo.”

It seems that all the cities and villages where the angels live had been poked around. If so, wasn’t the city in front of me a dessert that was put off because it was a little too much for Noebius alone?

“Chao?”

“Ah, my friend, Noebius. Don’t fight right away. This time, the goal is to help them grow….”

“Chaoooo… !”

“Great! You can even increase your poison resistance!”

Noebius’s venomous breath rushed towards the City of Angels. The confronting angels blocked it with shields and magic, but they could not completely block the breath specialized in mass slaughter.

First, the poison gas. Some angels crashed into the city, buzzing like sprayed mosquitoes as their lungs were corroded. Then, corrosive lethality! Even the legendary armor quickly turned into little more than a tin can if it contacted the poison. The City of Angels, which looked delicious like the sushi picture on the menu, was no exception. In an instant, it turned into something that had been soaked in too much soy sauce.

Anyway.

Flap!

I created the wings of the righteous hero. It had been a really long time since I fought with the Old Prince in the middle of the Pacific Ocean on Earth. My opponent now was these bird-brained guys full of hypocrisy. My righteous passion flared up, but before that…

“B-Class friends. It’s time to act cool!”

I flew to the wyvern which had been struggling to follow while looking only at Noebius’s tail, and I took care of the porters first. Today’s goal was to upgrade both B-Classes to A-Classes. Wouldn’t it be natural to be promoted after ripping a hundred pairs of white wings off the angels full of hypocrisy?

I’m looking forward to it.

“W-wait! First of all, let’s talk with the angels- eaaaaargh~?!”

“Oh my! My foot slipped.”

Porter A stumbled on my tripped foot, falling. Screaming and rolling on the wyvern’s back, he fell into the heart of the City of Angels. It seemed that angels were eager to attack him in the air, but he would be able to barely block it and even counterattack if he were a hero. So nothing to worry about.

Next…

“Huh?! Why am I~~~?!”

Porter B, who remained silent, also tripped over my foot and fell. Where is the ‘why?’ in the mistake?

It was a mistake because it happened in the blink of an eye. Even though I’m an elementary school student who has been paid over ten times, I, as an S-class warrior with dignity, take my honor very seriously. Why else would I stumble?

It was obviously a mistake.

“Hero! What shall I do?!”

“Blu?!”

The pale-tired elf tamer questioned me while holding the wyvern’s reins. The blue wyvern seemed to feel the same way as the owner.

“Don’t get caught up in the fuss of waiting and go back first. Green Cake will bring those two back to the dormitory.”

“Greee!”

Green Cake, seemingly untired, answered vigorously. The wyvern was originally a small dragon specialized only in flying, so it was able to barely chase after Noebius. However, that wasn’t the case for the green dragon. His attribute was life. He specialized in recovery and regeneration. Therefore, he possessed one of the highest stamina and vitality among all dragon species.

Though just because he was full of stamina didn’t mean he would fly faster.

“You watch Noebius fight.”

“Greee!”

Surrounded by despicable angels, Noebius didn’t avoid their attacks in any way but confronted them head-on. The effective attacks caused the pitch-black scales to fall and blood to flow, but this dragon didn’t care. Truly, the image of a king who never heard of the word retreat!

Crack!

His form as he chewed on an appetizing angel with a plump body of armor and weapons like it was gum was also truly outstanding.

“A good dragon fights like that. Can you copy him?”

“G, Greee….”

“Tsk, tsk. You don’t have enough self-confidence…you son of a bitch! An S-Class warrior is talking. How dare a vulgar bird-brain arrogantly intervene!”

As I was teaching the young dragon who would become the second Dragon King, I let off a sharp blow to the disrupter who stabbed at me from behind with a spear. I didn’t even need my hands to twist the chicken’s head off.

Dark matter. Just a slight touch broke between the angel’s spine.

▷ Score: 100039

▷ Rank: 1

“I barely lowered my score to five digits! This damn angel can’t hold on for even a second before dying!”

However, it wasn’t a very pessimistic situation. It’s been confirmed that angels give a lot of points, as I guessed. The score assigned to the two porters would be greatly reduced due to the performance of the dear Dragon King, but they couldn’t be filled up with the first drink. It wasn’t just today.

“If you build up your resistance to poison, you’ll succeed.”

The two porters were diligently running away. Rather than knocking down the angels, they were complaining of breathing difficulties due to the poison consuming the city. But there was nothing to worry about. Even if they died, they would resurrect in the dormitory.

I looked away from the two and observed the war situation.

“Chaoooo-!”

“Huh?!”

“Stop him- Kaargh?!”

“Ahhh~!?”

Thanks to the two porters running away and dispersing the angel’s power, Noebius was doing just fine. I was going to prepare to accumulate points if I thought it was very difficult, but this friend was a natural fighter. He instilled fear in the angels and constantly shook them.

Brutally, violently, mercilessly, strongly! He attacked not only the body but also their minds. It was quite effective. After all, it was difficult to withstand him with the poor mental strength of an angel who only has average combat experience.

Then…

Flash-!

A flash of light penetrated Noebius’s body. It didn’t penetrate through to the other side, but it was the first fatal blow for the Dragon King, who only had his scales peeled off so far. And it wasn’t just one shot.

Flash! Flash! Flash!

The light firing from the city was considerably powerful as it blurred by.

“Chaooo-!”

Dragon King Noebius was too big to be immediately killed, but if he had been any other ordinary dragon, he would have already been knocked down by the attack. The culprit who shot the light appeared.

It wasn’t an angel.

▷ Race: Super Human

▷ Level: 999+

▷ Job: Saint (Incitement → Divinity↑)

▷ Skills: Divinity ZZ High-Speed ​​Z Incitement Z Hit Z Penetration Z…

▷ Status: Perplexed, Doubtful

Saint.

His race was Super Human, and his skill composition was splendid. He was a silver-haired young man with a soft silver tint full of sacredness, and his attire was a student uniform unsuited for saints.

Who is he?

“Are you going to kill me?”

It seemed like a lot of penalty points would come as a gift set. Let’s ask about his identity later.