I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System - Chapter 272

Chapter 272: Eliminate the Scourge (3)
The Seat of Demons looked at their opponents and grinned. Caesar and Adrian licked their lips.

Their auras surged, matched only by the humans before them. Both sides were ready for battle.

“Oh? What do we have here? Infighting among humans?”

A sudden voice broke the tension.

Everyone who had been fighting stopped, sensing an enormous power from above.

They turned and saw five figures floating above them. No, they weren’t humans. The stronger ones could smell the unique aura emanating from them.

When the Dean of the Royal Academy, the Father of Deus, and those from the main clans saw these five people, they were surprised.

“I wonder what brings you here,” the Dean of the Royal Academy said coldly.

The five slowly descended onto the battlefield.

“Oh, if it isn’t Anthrax. What’s with those cold eyes? Do you want to kill us?”

One of them grinned.

When the crowd got a clearer look at the five figures, they noticed there were three men and two women.

Their eyes carried a predatory gaze that sent chills down the spines of those watching.

The one who had spoken had deep, rough brown hair and a burly figure. He looked at the head of the Royal Academy with a cold smile.

Beside him stood a slim, black-haired young man. His gaze was venomous, like a snake, and his aura exuded cunning.

A light blue-haired young woman stood next to them, her aura vast and formidable.

There was also a yellow-haired young man, a black-haired young man, and a white-haired young woman.

These were the five who stood before both armies.

Adrian and the rest of the Seat of Demons looked at them and smiled.

“No need to be afraid. We’re just here to check on something. It’s not like we’re planning to go to war with humans,” the burly young man said.

“Even if we did go to war with them, do you think they could win?” the blue-haired young woman scoffed.

When the human crowd heard this, their expressions darkened. They glared at the five figures in anger.

Humans? Or should I say… Volkoids.

“Be warned—don’t tempt fate,” one of the strong warriors from the main clans said coldly. “That foolish idea of eliminating us humans… Do you think that’s possible? We will exterminate your clan instead!”

The five Volkoids burst into laughter, their eyes filled with disdain.

“Hahahaha! That’s hilarious!” the venomous, black-haired young man sneered. “You humans think you can defeat us? If not for the peace treaty you signed with us, do you think you’d be running around so arrogantly?”

When the human crowd heard these words, they couldn’t believe it. Many turned to the strong ones of the clans, whose expressions had become unsightly.

It seemed the Volkoid’s words were true.

So the humans of Cerulean had signed a peace treaty with the Volkoids…

This was a heavy blow. They had never expected this at all.

Their arrogance deflated, and their battle intent dwindled as they stared at the five Volkoids.

The Seat of Demons was equally surprised. They had never expected the humans to have a peace treaty with the Volkoids.

No wonder there hasn’t been any news of the Volkoids invading, they thought.

“Don’t worry. We’re not here to fight,” the venomous young man said. “We’re looking for something important to us.”

The other human Volkoids nodded as their eyes began scanning their surroundings.

When they saw the devastated battlefield, they were surprised at the level of destruction.

Then suddenly, they sensed it—the remnants of an aura, one that was ancestral to them.

“It seems our ancestor fought here,” the burly, brown-haired young man said.

Alya and the Seat of Demons carefully monitored the Volkoids, maintaining their silence as they watched.

The Volkoids began assessing the situation of the crowd.

“Did any Volkoid fight here?” the burly man asked coldly.

The surrounding air turned stiff as an overwhelming pressure descended upon the crowd.

The humans grew indignant at this suppression, but when they searched their memories, they found no record of Volkoids fighting here.

Some, however, were more perceptive.

They thought about Draco—about the special aura he had revealed.

More and more of them connected the dots, realizing what the human Volkoids might be referring to.

Their gazes slowly shifted toward Draco’s army.

The five Volkoids noticed this.

They followed the direction of the humans’ stares—and then they saw Draco’s army.

They were surprised.

Their minds had been so focused on what they were looking for that they hadn’t even noticed the Volkoids standing right in front of them.

And then they saw the Seat of Demons—standing at the front of the Volkoid army—in their human forms.

“How pathetic of you, Volkoids, to follow behind humans. You have such powerful bloodlines, yet you still submit to them,” the yellow-haired young man said angrily.

As they looked at Huang and the rest, they realized that their bloodlines were at the apex of the Volkoid Clan—yet here they were, following behind humans.

They turned their cold, murderous gazes toward the Seat of Demons, killing intent radiating from their eyes.

When the Seat of Demons saw this, they exchanged glances—Alya, Caesar, Adrian, and Clara.

They truly found this hilarious.

Meanwhile, the humans watching felt delighted.

If these two groups fought, no matter which side won, they would all be heavily injured.

And in the end, the humans would take the prize—becoming the true victors.

Seeing this, Huang and the rest stepped forward, facing the five human Volkoids.

“It wasn’t by force that we followed our master,” Huang said in a deep voice.

The other Volkoids roared and cried out, resonating with him.

If Draco had heard this, he would have been forced to smile—because, remembering how he subdued the Volkoids, it was absolutely by force.

He had battled Elsa to the brink of killing her when they were in danger.

As for the White Tiger, Night Panther, and Divine Elephant—after witnessing Elsa’s dead body suddenly return to life, combined with a subtle threat from Draco, they had no choice but to surrender.

And for Huang and the rest?

He literally beat them into submission, teaching them a lesson they wouldn’t forget.

Yet now, the Volkoid Army showed no signs of rebellion, claiming that they had voluntarily followed Draco.

It seems Draco has great charisma… or perhaps, there were just too many benefits to following him—especially for the Volkoids.

The five Volkoids were shocked by this.

The Volkoids before them were supporting their master?

They looked at them, wondering if they had been drugged—because there was no way a noble Volkoid would willingly serve someone.

They also wondered—who was this master?

Because they were certain—Alya and the rest were not.

The burly man began to assess Draco’s army.

He noticed that they had taken a defensive stance—as if they were protecting someone in the center.

His gaze traced their formation—and when he finally locked eyes on the figure they were guarding…

His expression froze.

Deep horror and fear overtook his face.

The other Volkoids noticed his silence, calling out to him—but he didn’t answer.

Instead, they saw the deep fear in his eyes.

They followed his gaze—and when their eyes landed on Draco…

What they saw shook them to their core.

A Silvery-White Dragon, spanning across the stars.

Each of its scales shimmered like celestial bodies.

Its eyes—like an endless starry sky.

A three-colored flaming phoenix—a behemoth of divine majesty.

It was the ancestor of all phoenixes, the embodiment of righteousness, holiness, and darkness.

A White Tiger with golden stripes.

Its golden eyes radiated holiness and righteousness—but behind them, an ocean of blood lurked.

“Greetings to the Ancestor!”

They knelt down with great reverence.

The humans were confused—why were they bowing?

Then, they saw it.

The sheer terror in the Volkoids’ eyes as they gazed at Draco.

The Seat of Demons merely smiled.

As if they had expected this all along.

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