SSS-Ranked Trash Hero: I Was Scammed Into Being Summoned-Chapter 64: The Holy Weapons

The three heroes stood at the back of the chamber, watching the massacre. In less than few minutes, half of the Royal Knights had been wiped out. The floor was covered in broken armor and blood. Hiroshi’s shadow body moved through the ranks like a scythe through tall grass. Every time he swung an arm, a man died.

Marcus, was the first to speak. His eyes were wide as he tracked Hiroshi’s movements. "The measurement is wrong. It has to be. A level 20 cannot move like that. Even if he is possessed by a dark spirit, the physical body should have broken apart from the strain by now."

"It doesn’t matter what the level says," Kenji said. His hand was steady on his sword hilt, though his face was pale. "He isn’t using technique. He’s just faster and stronger than everyone else. It’s raw output. If we don’t stop him now, he’ll kill every knight in this room and then come for us."

Aria, nodded. She was already gathering mana, the air around her beginning to grow cold. "We can’t hold back. If we try to fight him at our current strength, we’ll end up like them. We have to use the gifts."

The "gifts" were three holy weapons provided by the Church of Solas before they left the capital. These were items of legend, designed specifically for the heroes to use in case they encountered a threat that exceeded their natural limits. They were told the weapons could temporarily bridge the gap between ranks, but they only work when Hero is of a mortal rank. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Do it," Kenji said.

The three of them reached into their storage pouches and pulled out the weapons.

Kenji held a long, slender katana that glowed with a pure, white light. This was the "Sword of the Saint." As soon as his fingers wrapped around the hilt, a pillar of light erupted from the floor beneath him. His level, which was normally in the high 20s, began to climb rapidly. 28, 30, 69... it didn’t stop until it hit 180.

Aria held a staff made of blue crystal that felt like it was carved from the heart of an iceberg. The "Staff of the Frost Empress." As she gripped it, her hair turned white and a frost-circle expanded thirty feet in every direction. Her power surged, matching Kenji’s jump.

Marcus pulled out a massive, gold-plated mace that pulsed like a heartbeat. The "Will of Solas." As he lifted it, he didn’t just buff himself. He slammed the butt of the mace into the ground.

"By the light of the Sun, rise!" Marcus roared.

A golden wave of energy rolled out from Marcus. It hit the remaining fifty knights and the Royal Knight Commander. The Commander was a giant of a man, already level 200, one of the strongest warriors in the kingdom. When the golden wave hit him, his armor turned into glowing gold plate. His level spiked to 250. The fifty elite knights behind him felt their strength triple as they were boosted to level 150.

The atmosphere in the room changed instantly. The crushing weight of Hiroshi’s shadow aura was pushed back by the overwhelming pressure of the holy light.

"Commander! Lead the charge!" Kenji shouted.

The Royal Knight Commander didn’t hesitate. He raised a shield that was now five inches thick with holy energy. "For the King! Close the circle!"

The fifty knights moved with a discipline they hadn’t shown before. They weren’t terrified anymore; they were empowered by the divine light. They formed a tight ring around Hiroshi, their spears glowing with white heat.

The Commander crashed into Hiroshi first. Usually, Hiroshi’s shadow body would simply shatter whatever hit it, but the Commander’s holy-boosted shield held. The impact sounded like a mountain cracking. The Commander was pushed back five feet, his boots carving deep grooves into the stone, but he didn’t fall.

"Now!" the Commander yelled.

The fifty knights lunged forward. Fifty spears, all enchanted with Marcus’s holy power, stabbed into the shadow mass at once. The shadows hissed and boiled where the holy light touched them. Hiroshi lashed out, his shadow arms striking the knights, but their boosted armor absorbed the brunt of the hits. They were being bruised and thrown back, but they weren’t exploding like the others.

While the knights kept Hiroshi pinned in the center, the three heroes moved.

Kenji was a blur. As a Sword Saint, his speed was his greatest asset. He stepped through the gaps between the knights, his white blade cutting through the air. He didn’t aim for the shadows; he aimed for the center where Hiroshi’s face was.

Clang!

His blade hit a barrier of hardened shadow. He didn’t stop. He swung again and again, delivering ten strikes in a single second. Each hit chipped away at the dark mass.

Above them, Aria floated a few inches off the ground. She pointed her crystal staff downward. "Frozen World."

A massive pillar of ice, twenty feet thick, slammed down from the ceiling directly onto Hiroshi. It didn’t just freeze him; it anchored his shadow tendrils to the floor, slowing his movements. The temperature in the room dropped so low that the knights’ breath turned to ice instantly.

Hiroshi was trapped. The knights held the perimeter, the ice held his feet, and Kenji’s blade was relentless.

Marcus stepped forward, his mace glowing with the intensity of a small sun. "End this evil! Holy Execution!"

He swung the massive mace in a horizontal arc. The weapon gathered all the stray holy energy in the room, forming a giant, glowing hammer of light. It slammed into Hiroshi’s side with the force of a falling star.

For the first time since the fight started, Hiroshi was knocked off his feet. He flew across the room, smashing through a stone pillar and burying himself in the far wall.

The room went silent. The knights were panting, their golden armor flickering.

"Did we get him?" one of the knights asked.

Kenji didn’t answer. He kept his sword raised. He saw it first.

Deep inside the hole in the wall, something was changing.

Inside Hiroshi’s body, the damage was doing something unexpected. Until now, the dark power had been like a flood, uncontrolled and mindless. But the pain of the holy weapons acted like a spark in a fuel tank.

Deep within his consciousness, or whatever was left of it, something shifted. The "Ancient Dark Spirit" didn’t just want to survive anymore; it wanted to fight. The raw strength was being organized. The shadow energy, which had been drifting like smoke, suddenly began to pull inward. It became dense, turning from a soft gray-black to a terrifying, matte black that seemed to suck the light out of the torches.

Hiroshi stood up.

There was a long, jagged cut across his shoulder where Kenji had struck him, and his side was crushed from Marcus’s mace. Dark, thick liquid that looked like ink but smelled like iron dripped from the wounds.

He had been hurt. And because he was hurt, the "system" controlling him changed its strategy.

Hiroshi raised his head. His eyes were no longer empty. They were glowing with a faint, purple light.

"Something is not right guys," Aria whispered, her staff trembling.

The Royal Knight Commander roared, trying to keep the momentum. "Don’t let him breathe! Attack!"

The Commander leaped forward, his golden shield leading the way for another bash. The fifty knights followed, their spears leveled for a finishing blow.

Hiroshi didn’t swing his arms like a club this time. He didn’t just stand there and take the hit.

His hand moved to his side, where a sword would usually hang. He didn’t have a sword, so the shadows formed one. It wasn’t a rough shape; it was a perfect, jagged blade of solid darkness.

"Shadow Step," a voice seemed to whisper, though Hiroshi’s mouth didn’t move.

In an instant, Hiroshi vanished.

He didn’t move fast. He simply ceased to be in front of the Commander. A split second later, he appeared in the very center of the fifty knights.

"Abyssal Burst," the voice whispered again.

Hiroshi slammed his dark blade into the ground.

He wasn’t using raw strength anymore. He was using a skill.

A dome of black spikes erupted from the floor. They didn’t hit the armor; they ignored it. The spikes were made of pure magical force. They pierced through the golden shields, the enchanted plate, and the bodies of the knights as if they weren’t there.

Thirty knights were impaled instantly, their bodies lifted ten feet into the air on black pillars of shadow. They didn’t even have time to scream.

The Commander turned around, his eyes wide with horror. "What? He’s using techniques?"

Hiroshi didn’t wait for an answer. He turned toward the Commander and blurred again.

The Commander raised his shield, but Hiroshi didn’t hit the shield. He stepped into the Commander’s guard, his shadow blade moving in a complex, high-level pattern that only a master swordsman would recognize.

Slash. Slash. Thrust.

The holy-boosted armor, which had held up against Hiroshi’s punches, fell apart like wet paper. The shadow blade cut through the Commander’s arm, then his chest, and finally his throat.

The Level 250 Commander, the strongest man in the room, fell to his knees. He tried to speak, but only blood came out. He collapsed forward, his golden armor turning back to gray steel as the life left him.

Hiroshi stood over the body. He looked at the three heroes.

He wasn’t just a monster anymore. He was a warrior. The dark spirit had finished its "calibration." It now knew exactly how much power it needed to kill them, and it was no longer interested in being hit.

"The holy weapons," Marcus stammered, his mace shaking. "They aren’t enough. They aren’t enough!"

Aria tried to cast another spell, but Hiroshi was already moving. He wasn’t rushing; he was hunting. Every step he took left a footprint of dying frost on the floor.

The three heroes, boosted to nearly level 200, realized the terrifying truth. The gap hadn’t been bridged. They had just made the monster angry enough to start trying.