Supreme BeastTamer: I Can Copy and Upgrade Skills 10x! - Chapter 485

Chapter 485: The Past [2]
Zul’gor felt his breath hitch. He couldn’t peel his eyes away from the grand chase. He had never seen anything like it before.

A thousand beings against a lone man! It was an epic sight. However, what frightened him the most was that the man atop the dragon wielded a long spear, and despite being surrounded, he fought back fiercely.

He didn’t seem frightened in the slightest. His gaze was hardened and focused. All his attention was on escaping the powerful beings. The dragon beneath him let out deafening roars, exhaling waves of fire that turned the sky into a sea of flames.

But their enemies were relentless.

The armored warriors—divine beings whose strength surpassed mere mortals—continued their assault, their weapons shining with celestial power.

The battle raged on for what felt like an eternity.

Zul’gor watched as the dragon twisted and turned, its massive wings slicing through the air. Every movement shook the heavens, sending shockwaves across the valley.

But despite its overwhelming power, the dragon was growing weaker.

Zul’gor clenched his fists. Even though he had no stake in this battle, he felt a deep sense of loss welling up inside him.

Was this the fate of all powerful creatures?

To be hunted, cornered, and slaughtered?

And then—it happened.

With a final, thunderous roar, the dragon crashed down from the sky.

The ground shook violently as its massive body slammed into the valley. Trees snapped like twigs, and dust rose in thick clouds, obscuring the battlefield.

The rider of the dragon jumped off, staring at his fallen companion with a solemn gaze. The dragon stared back at him, its massive eyes filled with great pain and sorrow.

After hesitating for about two minutes, the dragon rider clenched his fists and fled into the valley, heading toward the non-human continent.

A moment later, the divine warriors hovered above, looking down at the dragon.

The dragon’s eyes blazed with fury, and in a desperate attempt, it stretched out its claws, trying to snatch one of its enemies—to take them to the afterlife with it.

But…

BOOM!

A pillar of light crashed down onto the dragon, and its eyes closed forever.

The celestial beings, having dealt with the dragon, didn’t linger. Without another word, they vanished—disappearing into streaks of golden light.

Zul’gor remained frozen, his mind struggling to process what he had just witnessed.

At first hesitant, he eventually summoned the courage to approach the dragon. After poking its massive form for a few seconds, he realized the truth.

It was indeed dead.

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Back to the Present

Nox exhaled slowly, his fingers lightly tracing his chin. Though he had not been present at the scene, it felt as if he had seen everything with his own eyes.

“So, that’s how it ended up here…” he muttered.

Zul’gor nodded solemnly. “A battle between gods and mortals. And the dragon, despite all its power, couldn’t escape its fate.”

For a long while, silence hung between them.

Then, a glint flashed in Nox’s eyes, and he looked at Zul’gor with interest. “Wait, you mentioned the rider, right?”

“He fled into the forest. After that, I didn’t see him again, but I think the powerful beings were still chasing him. He seemed very strong, but I doubt he made it alone. He probably got caught and died somewhere.”

“Died somewhere?” Nox felt his heart ache for some reason when he heard this part. He tried to find out why he felt like this, and part of him knew—but he didn’t want to accept it.

The next moment, his heart seemed to crack even further when he heard the shaman speak again.

“Yes, he most likely died somewhere,” Zul’gor nodded, a confident note in his voice.

Seeing Nox’s heartbroken expression, Zul’gor continued in a quieter voice. “Although I don’t know the reason why those powerful beings were chasing after that man, I knew he was not a bad person. That, I was certain of.”

When the man was fleeing toward the non-human continent, Zul’gor had locked eyes with him for a brief moment. It was a very brief moment, but he had seen something in the rider’s gaze—something that shook him to his core.

It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t even desperation.

It was defiance.

Even as he fled, even as his dragon fell, even as the heavens rained death upon him, his eyes burned with unwavering resolve.

Zul’gor had never seen eyes like that before. Eyes that refused to accept fate. Eyes that burned with a purpose far beyond mortal comprehension.

And now, as he stared at Nox, he felt an eerie sense of familiarity.

Meanwhile, Nox clenched his fists. He didn’t understand why he felt this way. It was an old story, a tragic one, but why did it stir something so deep within him? The ache in his chest was foreign yet familiar, like a half-remembered dream.

His thoughts raced, trying to piece together the fragments of emotion bubbling within him. Was it sympathy? No—it was something more.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself, and his lips parted as he asked the question he had been avoiding all this while.

“Did the rider have any distinguishing features? Anything that stood out?”

His voice was calm, but there was an urgency beneath it.

Zul’gor furrowed his brows as if digging through the layers of his memory. “He was tall, strong. His armor was unlike anything I’ve ever seen before—black, adorned with crimson runes that glowed faintly even in the heat of battle.” He paused, his expression growing distant. “But his eyes… I remember his eyes the most. They were dark like the night itself but burned with a fire that refused to be extinguished.”

Nox felt his breath hitch. A shiver ran down his spine, and his fingers trembled for the briefest of moments before he forced them still.

Dark eyes?

Dragon rider?

Chased by divine beings?

His pulse quickened.

It was just a coincidence… right?

At that moment, something clicked in Zul’gor’s head as well, and his eyes glinted with enlightenment.

“You… Now that I take a closer look at you… why do you have such a striking resemblance to that man?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity and disbelief.

Nox hesitated, shifting his gaze to the ground. “Because…” His voice cracked with raw emotion as he tried to force the words out. “Because…”

“Because what?” Zul’gor grew impatient, his heartbeat quickening.

Nox exhaled and held the orc shaman’s gaze.

“That man is my father.”