I lost my Copy System and awakened a Plundering System-Chapter 261: Transcendent Ranger Form (2)
A massive beam of light spread far and wide, reaching a kilometer in every direction. Within this range, large runes could be seen glowing brilliantly.
Everyone watched as Draco's clones transformed into orbs of light, merging with the beam of energy they had released.
The orb-like clones began rotating at an incredible speed, charging toward the weapons hovering above Draco.
BOOM!
The beam of light exploded. Everything fell silent—the world itself seemed to shut down. The sun, once shining brightly, lost its purpose as the source of illumination.
The citizens of Cerulean trembled, feeling as though a higher being was descending—as if Doomsday had arrived.
Moments later, light returned to Cerulean, but unease gripped every heart.
The beam of light had vanished, the runes were gone, yet at the very center of it all, a being stood tall.
When Orion, Tera, Romans, Ken, and Deus turned their gazes toward this mysterious figure, they felt as if their reality had been overturned.
Every fiber of their being screamed in fear. Their five senses blurred, their vision swayed, and their legs instinctively moved back from the overwhelming presence.
A five-colored masked figure stood before them.
His golden-white hair shimmered under the light.
His left eye radiated a stark three-colored Phoenix glow.
His right eye gleamed with silvery-white Draconic brilliance.
His mask bore black-red demonic horns.
His coat, blood-red, appeared as if dripping with fresh blood, embroidered with the emblem of a golden furnace.
His shoes were also pure blood-red.
A sheathed black-red sword rested behind him.
A small hammer, tied to his loinbelt, hung ominously at his side.
This was the definition of terror.
This was the embodiment of fear.
This was the manifestation of pure, unrelenting aura.
Whenever one looked at this being, the only thing they could feel was nonexistence—a void so deep and absolute that it drowned them in terror.
Ding!
[Host has awakened Ranger Form 2.0 – Transcendent Ranger Form]
Draco had unlocked a form beyond anything he had ever imagined. Raw power coursed through him, unlike anything he had felt before.
With his newly awakened vision, he could now see the very essence of reality—the flow of molecules, the movement of matter, and the patterns of Originat energy woven into existence.
As Deus, Orion, Romans, and Ken stared at Draco's Transcendent Ranger Form, they felt a chilling realization—death loomed over them.
Fear clouded their minds, and in their desperation, they attacked—they could not afford to stand still and witness their own demise.
"Metal Apocalypse!"
"Sandstorm!"
"Night Dharma!"
"Darkness Dominance!"
They unleashed everything they had, pouring their full power, strength, and even their laws into their attacks.
A thick black mist spread across the battlefield, unable to obscure the scene but still carrying its deadly effect—the same mist that had once weakened Draco.
A raging sandstorm surged forward, swirling violently as it engulfed Draco's figure, attempting to shred him apart.
Above Draco, countless metal shards materialized, honing their deadly edge before raining down into the storm, seeking to pierce and obliterate him.
Deus, now fused with his Dharma Form, raised his sword high. He channeled his Night Law into the blade, its dark energy pulsating with absolute power.
With every ounce of his strength, he swung his sword down, unleashing a devastating slash toward Draco.
A thunderous explosion erupted, consuming Draco's figure in a chaotic burst of destruction.
Those who had just arrived were shocked, wondering why such powerful figures were fighting so ferociously. When they recognized Deus, Romans, and Ken, they were even more surprised—these were hegemonic powerhouses.
And yet, they were fighting against a single person.
This astonished them even more. Who was this person?
As the dust settled, everyone was stunned by what they saw. Even Deus and the others found the scene unbelievable.
Draco stood completely unharmed—not even a scratch on him or his blood-red coat.
Those who had just arrived laid their eyes on Draco.
What they saw defied logic:
A universe-sized, silver-white dragon, its scales shimmering like stars, its eyes as deep as the starry sky.
A universe-sized, three-colored Phoenix, the embodiment of life and death, an undying, magnificent bird.
A universe-sized demon, with black-red skin, hair, and eyes, the purest representation of demonic existence.
A universe-sized tiger, its white fur streaked with golden stripes, its blood-red eyes holding the massacre of entire worlds.
A black-red weapon, the Plunderer of Essence, capable of devouring all things.
A steel hammer and a golden furnace, a pair of weapons that could break and mend reality itself, even the universe was not beyond their reach.
When the newly arrived crowd saw this, they shivered in fear and horror.
They stared at Draco, their minds racing.
Who was he? How could someone this powerful exist in Cerulean without them knowing?
Ding!
[Does the Host want to plunder everything? (Y/N)]
Ding!
[Host has successfully plundered the skill: Metal Apocalypse]
[Host has successfully plundered the skill: Night Dharma]
[Host has successfully plundered the skill: Sandstorm]
[Host has successfully plundered the Night Law]
[Host has successfully plundered the Wind Law]
[Host has successfully plundered the Metal Law]
[Host has successfully plundered the Sand Law]
[Host has successfully plundered the Poison Law]
Draco took a step forward, and once again, the world shut down. The sky darkened, as if rejecting the very existence of light.
A smirk formed on his lips.
"Let me let you taste your own medicine."
Draco raised his middle finger, and in an instant—
Golden light flooded the sky.
A sea of radiant golden swords appeared, covering more than half of Cerulean.
Ken's eyes widened in disbelief. He recognized this aura—it was his own skill.
But something was different.
This was not the Metal Apocalypse technique he knew.
This was something far more refined.
Instead of shards, Draco had conjured millions of golden, metallic longswords.
The citizens of Cerulean were dumbfounded, their eyes locked onto the swords filling the sky.
Romans and the rest felt chills run down their spines.
They recognized something terrifying—these swords carried Law.
The sheer scale and intensity of it left no room for doubt.
They were in danger.
They didn't hesitate.
They ran for their lives.
"Eat this."
Draco unleashed his attack.
More than a million golden swords descended upon Deus and the others, who were fleeing in terror.
They had no choice but to fight back, using every ounce of strength, Law, and Originat they had left.
But it wasn't enough.
They were already weakened from the battle with Draco's clones.
Slowly, their defenses crumbled, their energy drained—
And then, they became nothing more than live targets.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Swords pierced through their bodies, one after another.
Tera watched in horror.
With just a single strike, Draco had utterly annihilated them.
He stared at their lifeless eyes, the realization sinking in.
Draco was not just powerful—
He was absolute terror.
The crowd began to back away, some even turned and ran—fleeing as if their lives depended on it.
Ding!
[You have killed…]
[You have killed…]
[You have killed…]
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Draco heard three notifications and raised an eyebrow.
His gaze locked onto Romans.
"You're still alive?"
And then—
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