I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System - Chapter 241

Chapter 241: Battling with the Enemies (2)
A silver-black crow flew above the army of the clans, a deep black sun, seemingly from the Netherworld, burning behind it.

“Nether Sun Manipulation.”

The black sun began to descend toward the army. Screams and grunts of pain resounded as people were burned by the sun’s flames.

Those who were burned tried to suppress the fire, but most of them failed, watching helplessly as the flames consumed them.

This caused a wave of fear to spread through the army. But it wasn’t just the crow that inflicted damage—Draco’s army was mercilessly massacring the clan’s forces.

The Shadow Fox stood in front of part of the army. Suddenly, the shadows of the soldiers in front of it bound them in place. The Shadow Fox grew out its nine shadow tails, which lashed out, piercing the enemies—killing some and seriously injuring others.

The Night Shadow faced another section of the army. Suddenly, the soldiers turned on each other, attacking their own allies, while the Night Shadow simply watched.

As for the vampires, they wasted no time biting and drinking blood—nothing beats tasting it straight from the source.

“Vampiric Domain: Blood Mausoleum.”

“Succubus Domain: Illusion Reality.”

“Werewolf Domain: Carnage.”

“Shadow Domain: Shadow Lord.”

As soon as these four domains descended, everything changed. The elders who were battling against the demon seats felt terror grip them.

They unleashed their own domains in an attempt to defend against the demons’ overwhelming power.

CLANG! BOOM!

But they couldn’t hold out—the demons’ strength was far superior. The elders were sent flying through the air.

The entire army’s morale plummeted. Seeing their impending doom—their elders defeated and their comrades being slaughtered like chickens—despair took hold.

Huang let out a deafening draconic roar, stunning the enemies before unleashing a torrent of fire, reducing them to ashes.

With a swipe of his tail, earth-originated energy covered it, forming deadly spikes that sent the enemy soldiers flying. Some died instantly, while others were left gravely injured.

TRUMP!

The divine elephant released a mighty trumpet sound as it charged into the enemy army, trampling everything in its path. Attacks from the enemy barely left a scratch on it.

The White Tiger roared like a king. Its strikes were precise and swift, effortlessly claiming the lives of its foes.

The Night Panther moved alongside the shadow army, its Originat closely linked to theirs.

Like an assassin, it emerged from the shadows of its enemies, striking them down before vanishing again.

As for Anna, Draco kept her out of the battle, leaving some Volkoid for her to play with. She was still young, and though at her age she was expected to experience battle, Draco didn’t want her to go through it just yet.

Deus, Romans, Ken, and the black-robed men narrowed their eyes in fury as they watched their subordinates being massacred so effortlessly.

Tera, on the other hand, was stunned. He wondered where Draco had found such powerful warriors—and how Alya had become involved.

As the granddaughter of Dr. Shaw and a teacher at Luminari Academy, no one had realized she possessed such strength. Tera was certain even Dr. Shaw had been unaware.

The energy they controlled had a dark and ominous aura—something evident from the way the vampires were mercilessly draining the blood of their enemies.

And Draco had an entire army of Volkoid as his subordinates. Volkoid, who were known as enemies of mankind. Having a few was rare, but having so many—each possessing noble bloodlines—suggested a deeper connection between Draco and the Volkoid race.

After all, he had transformed into a three-colored phoenix during the contest.

Even though Tera believed Draco wasn’t allied with or working for the Volkoid race, all evidence seemed to suggest otherwise—except for one fact: he was Draco Xandros.

A boy whose talent had been extracted. A mysterious figure had taken him in, and when he reappeared, he had walked out of the forest stronger than ever—strong enough to win the contest.

This was the charge that would be brought against him.

And this was what Deus, Romans, and Ken were planning. If they managed to kill Draco, they were certain they could escape the consequences.

But they couldn’t stand idly by any longer, watching their subordinates get slaughtered. It was time for them to intervene.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Draco chuckled, blocking their path.

Their eyes narrowed as they watched Draco block their path. From his stance and the way he positioned himself, it was clear—he intended to take them all on alone.

“Oh, young man, you plan on taking us all alone?” Ken laughed out loud. This was truly hilarious to him.

“Oops, you guessed my thoughts,” Draco smirked.

The moment those words left his lips, their expressions turned serious, their eyes cold.

What Draco was implying was that they were weak—that he could take them all on by himself.

This ignited their anger. They were each leaders of hegemon powers in Calonia and even Cerulean, and now they were being underestimated and ridiculed by a mere brat?

They had to kill him to erase this shame.

Tera was surprised by Draco’s words. Had winning the contest gone to Draco’s head, making him this confident and arrogant?

He stepped forward, ready to assist Draco in the battle.

“No worries, Vice-Chancellor Tera, I’ll take care of this.”

Draco stopped Tera from intervening, leaving Tera shocked. Meanwhile, Ken and the others grew even angrier—Draco was belittling them.

“Kid, you’re playing with fire. Since you want to die, we’ll gladly grant your wish,” Deus said coldly.

Draco simply chuckled.

“Do you really think you can take us on by yourself?” Romans asked, his gaze ice-cold.

“I’m sure of it,” Draco smiled.

He took a step forward.

And then, something happened that shocked everyone who witnessed it.

Three clones of Draco appeared.

One had a silver Draconic horn, silver hair, and silver eyes. His presence was domineering, his arrogance radiating, and his pressure overwhelming.

Another had three-colored flaming hair, and his eyes gleamed with the same hues. He carried himself with an air of elegance and reservation.

The last one had five-colored hair, tinged with a hint of red. Looking at him felt like staring into an ocean of blood, yet in the next moment, he appeared like an ordinary human.

Despite their differences, one thing remained the same—each clone had the exact same facial features as Draco.

“Do you think you can beat us with these weak, trash clones?” Deus laughed out loud.

At those words, the clones’ expressions turned frosty, their gazes filled with killing intent as they locked onto Deus.

In a flash, Tera and the others watched in shock as the Draconic clone appeared right in front of Deus.

With a devastating punch to the stomach, Deus was sent flying into the air, blood spurting from his mouth.

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