Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 562 End?

BANG

A single strike from Drino obliterated the landscape for several kilometers, his domain manifesting as a realm composed of infinite scales.

Within this domain, Drino’s velocity and power surged relentlessly, while Vritra found himself unable to even manifest his own domain.

The disparity in their Cultivation was undeniable.

Utilizing every ounce of his capability, Vritra struggled just to maintain a defense, yet his wounds deepened with every exchange.

BOOOOOOM!

A verdant energy suddenly eclipsed the sky as a deluge of scales carved countless lacerations across his flesh.

‘How much longer until the laws of this planet begin to suppress this monster?’ Vritra had exhausted his options, but the gap of two levels was simply too vast to bridge.

"Are you feeling regret yet? Hand her over; my previous offer is still on the table." Drino materialized behind Vritra in a flash, his hand lunging forward like a spear to pierce Vritra’s back and extract his heart.

However, he only struck a phantom; fortunately, the misty essence remained effective.

"Knight, Hell, everyone!" Vritra shouted, summoning the soul wraiths from the abyss to surround him.

Though they had not yet reached the demi god level, they might still serve to alleviate the pressure on him.

[Suck! Suck! Suck! Activated.]

Vritra inhaled sharply, instantly replenishing his depleted energy reserves to their peak.

"So, you wield the abilities of the divine. No wonder they seemed familiar. Is that the reason you protect his sister? How about I offer you a parting gi—" Before he could finish, a pair of hands emerged from the void and clamped onto his ankles.

Hellmancer roared, brandishing his staff before directing its power toward Knight.

In a surprising maneuver, the space encircling Drino was fractured; rather than moving the enemy, Hellmancer shifted the very fabric of space, hurling it toward Knight.

WHOOSH

Knight hoisted the massive heavy sword as goop surged onto the blade to reinforce it, and then…

BOOOOOOOOM

With a mighty swing, Knight struck the demi god, who hadn't even bothered to raise a defense.

The first impact shrouded the sky in darkness. Knight did not relent; his eyes flared with light as the sword began to flicker with speed.

BANG BANG BANG

A barrage of strikes rained down upon Drino’s form.

The Demi God’s attention, however, remained locked on Vritra, recognizing him as the only entity capable of posing a legitimate threat with his peculiar skills.

By repeatedly targeting the same spot, Knight eventually managed to draw a single droplet of blood from Drino’s arm.

‘Perfect.’ Vritra retreated, teleporting the blood droplet to his touch and immediately triggering the blood lock.

It had become a race against the clock; if he could only endure a few moments more—

"Hah, did you believe such pathetic tricks would work on me?" Drino laughed, retrieving a glass vial from his inventory and crushing it.

A translucent mist instantly enveloped his body, severing all external connections.

To Vritra’s dismay, even the blood lock was suspended; his current strength was insufficient to penetrate that layer of protection.

‘Damn it!’ Cursing his luck, he charged at the creature, his soul wraiths coordinated in a simultaneous assault.

"It seems you possess quite a collection of treasures. I’ve changed my mind." Drino straightened his posture, adopting a serious demeanor before declaring:

"You must die first. Nihil anime and misty essence—two mythic halos? Haha, that alone makes this hunt worthwhile. Your weapon and everything else will soon belong to me."

Viewing Vritra as nothing more than a bounty, Drino chuckled and vanished.

Total darkness swallowed the domain; in a heartbeat, every soul wraith was shattered and forced back into Vritra’s body.

Before Vritra could execute a teleport or manipulate time, a sharp edge tore through his chest.

Slicing through the defenses of goop and atomic, the strike bit deep into his flesh, sending blood spraying into the air.

Though Vritra felt no physical pain, he knew that continued damage would leave him severely weakened.

Drino’s speed had reached new heights; Vritra attempted to slow time, but doing so against another demi god proved exceptionally taxing.

"Surrender! You have no hope of winning, hahahah!" The booming voice echoed from all directions as Vritra was pummeled by strike after strike.

He attempted to vanish using Lost, but it was futile; another deep gash opened across his back.

CLANG

Drino’s tail suddenly lunged at his face, but Vritra jerked aside just in time to avoid a fatal blow.

The domain exerted a dual effect: it drained Vritra’s vitality while bolstering Drino’s power.

Consequently, the gap between them only widened.

Vritra cursed the Divine internally; that arrogant fool loved his games. Yet, on second thought, he wouldn't gamble with his sister’s safety, so there had to be a logic to this.

No, he was simply a bastard who deserved a beating. He wasn't playing with his sister's life—he was playing with Vritra's.

BOOOOM

Suddenly, the tail exploded, and both of Vritra’s hands were blown off at the wrists; his defensive capabilities were crumbling.

If only his soul wraiths had the strength to buy him a few seconds.

His penultimate resort was the charged fist, with Titan Fall being his absolute last option, though he was reluctant to use it.

‘Good, I need to increase the charge further—’ His train of thought was severed.

Just as his hands had been destroyed, the tail whipped forward again, striking his head and causing it to burst.

Vritra’s body crashed heavily to the ground as a dull ache finally began to register.

However, his wounds mended in seconds. He teleported again, making contact with Drino’s head and unleashing his entire mana pool as a wave of radioactive force.

He hoped to shatter the enemy's armor.

Activating Suck! Suck! Suck! simultaneously, the intense radiation began to liquefy the scales, though the process was agonizingly slow.

"Haha, is this the end of your rope?" Drino mocked, swinging a massive blade.

The edge ripped through Vritra’s midsection, nearly severing him in two, but he managed to teleport away at the final millisecond.

The grievous wound closed, but he sensed his regeneration was faltering.

Drino was injecting his own mana into every wound, sabotaging Vritra’s body from within.

‘I can't keep this up. Should I resort to the charged fist?’ Vritra ascended rapidly, but he wasn't given a moment's peace as thousands of scales shredded his form.

He was nearly torn to ribbons.

Drino unleashed a relentless barrage, no longer holding back, yet secretly impressed that a newly ascended demi god could withstand him for this long.

"You’re a stubborn one, aren't you? Well, let’s see how you handle this…"

A look of grim determination crossed Vritra’s face as his body knit itself back together. He teleported toward the ground, his stamina rapidly reaching its limit.

Drino traced a cryptic pattern in the air with his sword, then pointed it at Vritra with a malicious grin, whispering:

"This was entertaining, but now, perish…"

A heavy silence fell, and suddenly, Vritra’s senses vanished as his physical form detonated, unleashing a colossal storm of energy.

❖❖❖

Thanks for reading...