Supreme BeastTamer: I Can Copy and Upgrade Skills 10x!-Chapter 660: Activating the Artefact

Somewhere not too far from the Cromwell Barony’s walls...

The figure in the distance casually approached them, his arms crossed behind his back. He wore a black robe with a large number four inscription on it and a cracked mask that barely covered the top half of his face, exposing a sharp grin filled with malice.

"What are two little bugs doing snooping around here?"

His voice was lazy, but his presence was anything but. A suffocating wave of pressure radiated from him, causing the ground to tremble slightly beneath their feet.

Bridget immediately stepped forward, summoning a magic staff with a dark crystal that gave off an ominous aura.

Meanwhile, Elvin kicked the ground, distancing himself as he knocked an arrow on his bow, aiming at the robed enemy. freewēbnoveℓ.com

Before either of them could react, the man vanished, reappearing right behind Elvin.

’Fast...’ Elvin gritted his teeth and rolled to the side, barely dodging the incoming palm strike that created a small crater upon contact with the ground.

The heat from the palm strike brushed past his face.

’That was close...’ He quickly leaped to his feet, already loosing an arrow mid-motion.

The arrow shot toward the robed enemy’s chest, but the man casually tilted his head, letting the arrow pass harmlessly by.

"That’s it?" The agent sneered, his cracked mask shifting slightly as his lips curved into a mocking grin. "I expected more."

Bridget’s gaze sharpened. Without hesitation, she slammed the butt of her staff against the ground, releasing a shockwave of purple mana.

[Summon: Bone Claws!]

Several skeletal hands burst from the ground beneath the agent, attempting to seize him, but he lightly jumped backward, landing effortlessly like he had all the time in the world.

"Hmm? Necrotic energy, huh?" His eyes flickered behind the mask. "But why is it... purple?"

Bridget’s grip tightened on her staff.

She had long since concealed her true affinity. Purple mana—that was the color she manipulated to mask her necromancer powers. If the kingdom knew, she’d be hunted on the spot.

But now that there was chaos everywhere... there was no need to hide it anymore.

"Don’t speak like you know me," Bridget snapped coldly. "Elvin, focus! Keep moving!"

"On it!" Despite his old age, Elvin spun around, his feet gliding across the dirt as he loosed three consecutive arrows.

Each shot was aimed at a different angle—one at the man’s head, another at his torso, and the last at his legs.

But the robed man simply smirked and vanished again.

"Behind you!"

Bridget’s warning came just in time as Elvin dropped to the ground, feeling the sharp wind from another palm strike skim above him.

Without missing a beat, he somersaulted forward, his hands swiftly loading another arrow.

"Rapid Shot!"

His arrow glowed faintly as he fired at near point-blank range.

This time, the agent’s grin faded slightly. He raised his arm to block, but the arrow exploded mid-air.

BOOM!

Smoke covered the battlefield.

Bridget didn’t hesitate. She slammed her staff on the ground again.

"Rise—Bone Legion!"

Bones from fallen beasts rapidly assembled themselves into skeletal soldiers, surrounding the agent as the smoke began to clear.

But the man’s laughter echoed through the dust. "Oh? You’re trying to pin me down?"

His palm flicked, releasing a burst of black wind that shattered the skeletons into pieces.

Bridget clicked her tongue. ’His strength... even my summoned soldiers can’t buy much time.’

Elvin darted around, using the trees and broken terrain to stay mobile while unleashing a barrage of arrows.

"This guy’s way too fast!" He cursed, beads of sweat forming on his wrinkled forehead.

’We can’t beat him in a drawn-out fight. But maybe... if I gamble.’ Bridget’s eyes flashed.

She drew a rune in the air, her mana pulsing dangerously. Her purple glow briefly flickered, revealing a dark, necrotic undertone.

"Elvin! Push him toward me!"

"Got it!"

Elvin sprinted to the left, baiting the agent to follow, while firing precise shots that forced him to keep dodging.

The agent chuckled as he glided forward, his eyes shining with amusement. "You think you can trap me?"

Bridget’s spell circle completed.

"Try me!" she roared, slamming her staff down.

A massive purple chain burst from the ground, wrapping around the agent’s legs.

"What—!?"

Elvin’s eyes gleamed. "Now!"

He fired his strongest arrow yet, pouring all his remaining mana into it.

The arrow whistled through the air like a hurricane, slamming into the agent’s abdomen just as the shackles tightened.

BAM!

The impact sent the robed man flying backward, crashing into the ground.

"Not bad," the agent coughed, wiping a trickle of blood from his mouth.

Elvin panted heavily, eyes wide in shock. "That... that didn’t kill him?"

"No, but we’re not done yet," Bridget said.

The agent stood back on his feet, his cracked mask falling off completely to reveal sharp, human features.

"Fun time’s over," he growled.

The ground beneath him cracked as he suddenly surged forward, his speed more than doubling.

"Shit—!"

Bridget quickly erected a bone wall, but his palm shattered it instantly.

Before she could blink, his hand was already at her throat.

"You’re strong," the agent admitted, squeezing tightly. "But you’re still too slow."

Elvin fired desperately, but the agent twisted his body slightly, using Bridget as a shield.

"Drop your weapon, archer."

Elvin’s hands trembled.

"Don’t!" Bridget struggled against the grip, her feet dangling.

The agent’s grin widened. "If you don’t want to see her neck snap like a twig, you’ll—"

Suddenly, Bridget’s purple aura erupted violently.

The agent’s eyes widened as his grip was forced open by the intense mana pouring out from her body.

"I was just waiting for you to get closer." Bridget smirked.

Her purple glow dimmed.

For a brief second, her true necrotic energy burst forth—a deep, dark green mist wrapped around her body.

The condensed blast of necrotic energy exploded point-blank, sending the agent flying through three trees.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Bridget landed on the ground, gasping for breath.

Elvin sprinted toward her. "Headmistress, are you okay?"

"I’m fine..." She steadied herself with her staff. "But that wasn’t enough to kill him."

Sure enough, the agent staggered out of the wreckage, his robe tattered, one arm limp at his side.

"You two... are really starting to piss me off."

Elvin clicked his tongue. "This guy’s like a cockroach."

Bridget’s eyes narrowed as she studied his body movement. "I think he’s badly hurt. With a little more effort, we’ll be able to finish him off."

"Finish him off? Shouldn’t we interrogate him?" Elvin said.

"I forgot about that."

It was at that moment they suddenly flinched back when the agent suddenly pulled out a device with a runic compass.

"What is that?" Elvin asked.

Bridget eyes flickered. "I... I think that’s one of the devices we’re looking for."

"At first, I planned on activating this outside the Barony, but I guess we’ll just do it here." He grinned as he activated the device.

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