I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System - Chapter 242
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Chapter 242: Battling with the Enemies (3)
“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.
“It seems your mouth needs some discipline,” the Draconic Draco chuckled as he dusted off his hands.
Romans, Ken, and the black-robed man were stunned when they saw Deus sent flying.
“Still a hothead,” Phoenix Draco chuckled, while the Five-Colored Draco remained silent.
“Oh, so, what do you say?” Draco grinned at them.
They looked at Draco in shock. They had never heard of a clone being this strong, with such a devastating aura and immense strength.
Romans narrowed his eyes.
After inspecting his son’s corpse, he realized that his talent was gone. He assumed that due to Casper’s death and the delayed retrieval, his talent had faded away.
But now, watching Draco use a familiar cloning ability—though far stronger than his son’s—his gut told him that Draco was using his son’s stolen talent.
Tera observed all of this in surprise. To him, Draco was becoming more and more mysterious, an enigma. He began to wonder if Draco had a deeper motive for coming to Luminari Academy.
Because why would someone as strong and defiant as Draco choose to join a half-dead academy like Luminari Academy?
Shaking his head, he pushed the thought aside. Whatever Draco’s reasons were, as long as he did not harm the academy or innocent people, there was no problem.
Without wasting any more time, each of the clones picked their opponent—Draco chose Romans, Draconic Draco took on Deus, Phoenix Draco went after Ken, and the Five-Element Draco faced the black-robed man.
Even though they were clones of Draco, they had their own thoughts and distinct auras, different from Draco himself.
The battle was still raging, and Deus’s army and the rest were on the verge of being completely wiped out.
Luminari Academy had not even participated. They simply watched as the slaughter and carnage unfolded.
Some were confused when they saw their teacher, Alya, siding with Draco.
As for Rose, Blum, and the rest, they would have loved to join the battle, but Draco had instructed them not to interfere or reveal certain things.
Draconic Draco stood before Deus, who glared at him with fury. That punch had caught him off guard, leaving him unable to react in time—an embarrassing moment that cost him his pride.
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“Draco, you’re going to regret this!” Deus roared.
Draconic Draco smiled at his threat. “Then I hope you show me exactly how you’re going to make me regret it.”
In a flash, Draconic Draco vanished, reappearing right in front of Deus.
“This won’t work again!” Deus countered, his hands coated in darkness as he struck back.
Their hands clashed with force—Draconic Draco remained firmly in place, while Deus was pushed back five whole steps.
The power gap between them was undeniable.
Draconic Draco smirked. He spread his wings wide, his silver feathers shining as they extended toward the heavens, his eyes brimming with battle intent.
Suddenly, there was a shift in the air—tiny glowing particles, like fireflies, appeared. This was Star Energy.
They flowed toward Draconic Draco, absorbed into his body. His wings shone with a silver light.
Silver octagonal Draconic scales began rapidly forming all over his body, his aura surging. Deus felt this.
All Originat in the area began converging toward him, making Draconic Draco feel like the King of the Starry Sky.
With a flap of his wings, he vanished.
Deus reacted immediately, punching forward, sensing that Draconic Draco was coming from that direction.
“Where are you punching?”
Deus was shocked as he heard Draconic Draco’s voice—from behind him.
PUCHI!
With a single punch, Deus was sent flying into the air.
Rage filled him. A dignified head of a main clan, humiliated like this! And to make matters worse, he was being beaten by his friend’s enemy.
“Descent of the Night.”
Suddenly, black clouds and mist spread across the battlefield, enveloping the area in darkness. It felt as if night had fallen.
When Draconic Draco saw this, he let out a wild grin, looking around maniacally.
Deus moved like a shadow, merging with the black mist. His figure became invisible.
Silently, he closed in on Draconic Draco, his intent to kill razor-sharp.
When he got close enough, he struck.
“Been waiting for you.”
Draconic Draco laughed as he caught Deus’s attack—then delivered a powerful punch.
Deus was stunned.
“How did you find me?” he demanded, disbelief in his voice.
Draconic Draco just smiled.
“With your killing intent leaking out, how do you expect me not to find you?”
Hearing this, Deus realized his mistake.
Draconic Draco grinned. “I hope you can entertain me some more.”
Deus clenched his fists, suppressing his anger.
Even though he hated to admit it, Draco’s clone was just as strong as him—maybe even stronger.
He had to be careful in his attacks, or he might regret it.
There was nothing he could do to bring back his son.
But there was one thing he could do—send the murderer to hell to join him.
Since this was revenge, there was no need to rush.
An assassin waits for the right moment to strike—to bring down the enemy in one fatal blow.
Draconic Draco smirked. “Well, I never expected you to calm down so quickly. It seems you aren’t that dumb.”
Deus chuckled. “I hope you’re ready to face my wrath.”
Draconic Draco laughed. “Entertain me more.”
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