I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System - Chapter 108

Chapter 108: Battle with HellFire Crow (3)
The crow observed Draco’s movements in surprise, watching him with amusement. His body began to radiate light.

Ivy and Lyraea, who saw this, immediately realized what Draco intended to do. Their expressions turned serious, especially Lyraea, whose intuition warned her that the crow still had much more power hidden.

A golden-black helmet with demon-like horns adorned Draco’s head. His armor was covered in dragon scales, while flaming phoenix wings spread behind him. His hands radiated raw power, and his legs exuded unmatched speed. Silver hair cascaded down his back, partially obscured by his overwhelming presence. Each shoulder guard bore the sculpted head of a silvery dragon and a red phoenix.

Every breath he took resonated like thunderclaps, the breath of a grim reaper. In his grasp were two swords—a pitch-black, blood-red demon sword and a five-colored dragon sword. His mere presence sent shivers down the spines of all who witnessed it.

This familiar figure appeared before Lyraea and Ivy. Draco could feel the raging strength within him—it was more than double what it had been during the academy competition.

The two swords in his hands resonated with his power. The blood-red sword was imbued with his massacre intent and vampiric aura, while the five-colored sword was enhanced by his five-element intent and draconic aura. Their power had significantly increased.

Draco could also feel he could now use his bloodline skills and all his other abilities without issue. This realization brought a smile to his face. He had expected the strength of the Ranger Form to increase as he recovered his stats, and it had done so.

He could sense that he could sustain this form for more than five minutes. The recovery of his original stats had significantly reduced his Originat consumption.

The black crow was surprised by Draco’s transformation. She could feel his strength had increased more than threefold. She never expected that the weapon was capable of this.

A weapon able to absorb intent and Originat, then amplify their power, making them easier to use and control—this was a truly defying weapon.

Her gaze turned intense, filled with killing intent. If she could kill Draco and seize the weapon, she might be able to break free from her constraints, see the outside world, and return to her ancestral ground.

This time, she was determined to eliminate Draco. She had guessed that this form was Draco’s last trump card—and she was right.

SWOOSH!

She flapped her wings, generating a windstorm aimed at Draco. Draco, still relishing his newfound power, noticed the sudden change in his surroundings. The windstorm was upon him, but it was too late to evade.

Ivy and Lyraea’s hearts raced when they saw Draco engulfed in the whirlwind. Even though they believed he wouldn’t be killed by this attack, they still couldn’t calm their fears.

As for the baby crow, it chirped joyfully, watching the scene. To her, her mother was winning.

The black crow observed the whirlwind that had engulfed Draco. She knew this kind of attack couldn’t kill him.

She opened her beak, releasing black flames far stronger than before. The ground began to melt, and the trees were scorched by the intense heat.

As the whirlwind dissipated, Draco’s form was revealed, unscathed. The black crow cawed, sending the black flames hurtling toward him.

Draco, having escaped the whirlwind, felt his instincts screaming danger. Controlling his legs, he swiftly moved, dodging the source of the threatening aura.

When he looked to his side, he saw scorched earth forming a deep pit, with black flames still burning within. Draco was shocked—he could sense another intent as powerful as the Wind Intent.

Looking back at the crow, Draco witnessed a scene that would make anyone’s jaw drop in horror and disbelief.

Hundreds of bundles of black flame hovered in front of the black crow. Draco’s expression turned serious at the sight.

“This is a lot, but it doesn’t mean I can’t handle it. Let’s use this to test my speed,” he thought.

The flames shot toward Draco at great speed. Taking a deep breath, he channeled Originat to his legs.

Lightning began to flicker, emanating wind energy as well. This was the energy radiating from Draco’s legs—the armor had fused lightning and wind together.

With his sword unsheathed in his hand, Draco moved with incredible speed. Only the blurred image of his motion could be seen as he dodged the black flames. For those he couldn’t avoid, he slashed them down with his sword.

The black crow watched in shock, her greed intensifying. She could see that this was the work of the weapon. If such a weapon were in her hands, she imagined how strong she could become.

Draco eliminated all the attacks, leaving pits of burning black flames behind him. He didn’t stop there. He moved in for his first counterattack, slashing toward the black crow.

The black crow flapped her wings to evade, but Draco didn’t relent. He continued to strike, pressing the attack.

BOOM! SWOOSH! BOOM!

Draco didn’t know how many times he had slashed. When he finally felt exhaustion creeping in, he stopped. The miserable appearance of the black crow was revealed.

Its feathers were missing, and deep gashes from sword slashes covered its body. Its eyes flickered with anger—it had been wounded this severely by a human 30 levels lower than itself.

What a disgrace! the black crow thought. If this news gets out, how will my reputation fare? I’ll lose my prestige as an Overlord! The black crow roared internally, consumed by fury.

“HellFire Domain!” she cried out.

Draco felt the surroundings warp and distort. He found himself caught within the domain and immediately sensed discomfort. Attempting to attack the crow again, he realized his movements had slowed significantly. To make matters worse, bundles of black flames began falling toward him.

The aura of death loomed over him.

Draco roared, trying to retaliate, but his movements felt sluggish and sticky. Desperate, he poured all his Originat into the Ranger Armor. Only then did the oppressive feeling lessen slightly, though at the cost of a significant amount of his Originat.

The black crow was astonished that Draco could still move, but she sneered, confident in her domain’s power.

“I have to finish this battle quickly… or I’ll have no choice,” Draco muttered, preparing for a final, decisive strike.

He poured all his energy and intent into his two swords, which fused together to form a single black-and-red sword, hovering ominously in the air.

Roars and cries echoed as shadows materialized behind Draco:

— A colossal silver dragon with piercing eyes.

— A blazing phoenix, its fiery wings radiating untamed power.

— A black-and-red demon, its gaze filled with malevolence.

— A blood-red world exuding the essence of massacre, alongside a five-colored world teetering between destruction and coexistence.

— A black-and-red vampire and a sinister incubus, both emanating dread.

— A mysterious figure seated upon a black-and-red throne, its presence commanding both reverence and fear.

All these shadows began to flow into the sword. Gripping it tightly, Draco roared with all his might.

“HAAAH!!”

A brilliant sword qi erupted from the weapon, blinding everyone. The qi seemed to encompass everything, plundering Originat as it surged toward the stunned HellFire Crow.

Its size grew exponentially, destroying everything in its path, leaving nothing but desolation, as it sought to claim the black crow’s life.