I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System - Chapter 144

Chapter 144: Descent of Tribulation: One Man against Thousand (2)

[Host’s strength is restored until the end of the tribulation]

Draco clenched his fists together, relishing the feeling of his newfound, profound strength. He was still confused by the tribulation—he had the Ranger Armor on, yet the tribulation had managed to affect him, disintegrating his flesh.

One might think the Ranger Form had been undone. No, it hadn’t. It had merely been broken down by the tribulation.

Draco looked at the thousands of creatures before him, while the shadow behind him also gazed at them. His eyes grew determined—he was going to overturn the heavens.

ROAR! CHIRP! ROAR! ROAR!

The shadow began to fuse with the Ranger Form, and an intense, glaring light shone as the Ranger Armor reconstructed itself.

When the light faded, Draco’s figure was revealed once again. Strangely, there was no visible armor on him—only his bare body could be seen.

Draco had never felt so powerful before. He sensed that with a single punch, he could destroy a mountain. He realized the armor had fused with his body, rendering it invisible.

Returning to Simplicity.

Draco turned his attention to the thousand-man creature formed by the tribulation. For the first time, he felt he had a chance of defeating them.

“Bring it on!” Draco roared as he charged forward, flying upward to meet the descending creatures.

SWOOSH!

SLASH!

Draco wielded a sword in his hand. The blade turned blood-red, emanating an aura of massacre as he slashed at one creature, destroying it.

The sword then turned five-colored, radiating the intent of five elements. He slashed at another creature, annihilating it.

Next, the sword turned silver, its hilt resembling a dragon’s head, with scales appearing along its blade. He used it to destroy yet another creature.

Draco unleashed a killing spree, but the overwhelming number of thunder creatures held him back. Each of these creatures could have been a leading figure of the younger generation, given their immense talent. Yet under Draco’s sword, they were destroyed one by one.

The tribulation hadn’t expected Draco’s strength to be this formidable, and it couldn’t enhance the creatures any further.

Each time Draco killed one, a thunder essence was absorbed into his body. He began to realize the benefits of the ordeal, though the question remained—who else could survive such a tribulation at Level 50?

Only Draco could manage it, and even then, he was struggling.

Draco fought relentlessly, but the sheer number of enemies left him increasingly overwhelmed. All the creatures attacked him at once, inflicting some injuries.

Draco didn’t know how long he had been fighting. All he knew was slashing and killing—it had become second nature.

SLASH!

Dragons, phoenixes, angels, humans, crows, peacocks, panthers, tigers, and more. The creatures manifested in countless forms, as though thousands of Daos were opposing him.

Draco roared as he fought and fought. His strength felt depleted—he had never experienced such an intense battle before.

After countless strikes and unending struggle, Draco finally defeated all thousand creatures, absorbing their thunder essence.

“Finally done,” Draco laughed heartily. As the Ranger Form dissipated, his body was laid bare.

He bore severe injuries. Despite his immense strength, he hadn’t emerged unscathed.

CRACKLE!

All Draco saw was the blinding light of thunder as it struck him again, breaking his body apart. He felt indignant toward the heavens—how could the tribulation still have remnants to strike him when he was at his weakest?

Draco had never felt such fury before. The heavens were determined to kill him.

As the thunder began to disperse, the sun resumed its brilliance over the people of Cerulean.

But for Draco, the aftermath was devastating. His flesh peeled away, disintegrating. He had no strength left to stop the onslaught of thunder.

The thunder continued to annihilate him. His entire body disintegrated, leaving behind only his golden, red-black skeleton. Within his ribcage remained his heart, organs, and drops of blood essence.

Each drop of blood represented the true essence of his bloodlines.

Soon, even Draco’s bones began to disintegrate. He could feel his end approaching.

“Am I going to die?” Draco laughed bitterly.

He looked at the cloud that was dispersing.

“Plunder.”

All the tribulation clouds began to move, compressing into a small, red, flickering lightning.

This was a lightning source. If it had been before, Draco wouldn’t have been able to do this, as his body wouldn’t have been able to contain such a lightning source—the World Annihilating Lightning Source.

But now, since he was on the verge of death, why not make the heavens suffer?

The heavens roared, thunder struck, and Cerulean trembled.

The heavens were enraged by Draco’s provocation. They wanted to send another lightning tribulation, but there was no source left for it.

In anger, the remaining thunder clouds dissipated.

Draco’s skeleton began to shake, breaking even further as the lightning source reached him. His entire skeleton shattered, leaving only his heart, which held his soul and bloodline.

Draco had never felt so powerless. He decided to try fully assimilating the lightning source, thinking it might give him the strength to survive.

He controlled the lightning source and began to fuse it with his heart.

Draco was shocked. The strength of the thunder source was greater than he had estimated. It started destroying his heart, but he noticed something peculiar: every time a portion of his heart was destroyed, it healed, becoming stronger than before.

A spark of inspiration surged through Draco. Within the destruction caused by the tribulation lay life itself. He recalled that each time he had killed one of the tribulation creatures, their thunder essence had emitted life force, helping to heal his injuries.

Draco’s expression shifted to that of a madman. He stopped defending his heart, even ceasing its healing function.

His heart—or rather, the fused heart of his and Lyraea’s—was destroyed into tiny fragments. His soul and bloodline were exposed to the air.

Then, something shocking happened. The fragments of his heart, broken into tiny pieces, began to reform, emitting a pure, masculine aura.

Every trace of Lyraea in the heart was refined away. The thunder source fused completely with it. Draco’s bones began to reforge and reform, radiating multicolored light.

As his skeletal structure was completed, his organs began to regenerate, blood flowed anew, and his body was fully restored.

The entire Cerulean was shocked when they saw a flood of creatures appearing. Each one was a peerless genius.

Only the peak cultivators of Cerulean could see this. For others, all they perceived was a golden-red light, leaving them unaware of the events unfolding.

Those who witnessed it were stunned and speechless. They could see a lone figure battling thousands of creatures.

The figure emitted the images of dragons, phoenixes, and other beings of power. It left them wondering where this person had come from.

At last, the person triumphed over the thousand creatures, emerging victorious.

CRACKLE!

They heard the sound of thunder and watched as a bolt struck the figure down while he was defenseless.

The clouds began to recede, their mission complete.

Everyone who had witnessed the battle between Draco and the creatures shook their heads, lamenting the fall of a Universal Peerless Heaven-Reaching Genius.

They moved closer, eager to check if the person had survived or to see if there was anything left behind that could be of use to them.