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Chapter 76 Demon Hunt (2)

The Named Monsters were dead, and it was impossible for Draco not to know.

Though Keldars didn't receive notifications when a Named Monster was killed, these monsters were all intelligent.

It was highly likely they had sent warnings to Draco during their last moments, and their death cries were loud enough to alert anyone nearby.

According to what Arlon remembered from the past timeline, Draco's lair was beneath the mansion.

With the Named Monsters gone, the remaining Keldar forces in the mansion were in disarray. They posed no real threat to Arlon and his copy now that both were level 100.@@@@

The duo moved silently through the dark halls, dispatching the lesser Keldars with practiced efficiency.

Arlon used his Detection spell periodically, sweeping for signs of Draco, but the Dragon-like Keldar remained elusive.

After thoroughly clearing the area, they found the entrance to the underground tunnel—a concealed hatch beneath a ruined section of the floor.

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Draco, the Dragon Keldar, lay curled up in his chamber, sleeping soundly. As a dragon, he didn't need sleep, but he indulged in it anyway—it was his way of defying the monotony of his duties.

Many times, the other Demons had scorned him for his naps, telling him not to sleep until they captured Trion.

Yet Draco dismissed their admonitions. The odds of something happening during one of his naps were slim, and he wasn't doing much of importance anyway.

He had spies monitoring Kelta and the surrounding areas, and his Functionaries handled anything significant in his absence.

Boredom was his constant companion. He was a dragon, after all. He was meant to soar through the skies, not sulk underground.

Of course, he was forbidden from doing so.

So, the least he could do was sleep once in a while.

It wasn't his first time sleeping and nothing had happened before.

Draco let out a deep, rumbling sigh. What's the harm? Nothing has ever gone wrong before.

But this time, he had miscalculated.

Normally, he would fight alongside the Named Monsters against the enemies.

He wasn't an idiot. Even though Arlon had crushed his plans, it was only because he was from the future.

And in the past timeline, his plans had worked, further proving he was smart.

He meant Zephyrion. Even though Draco was relaxed while joking, it was obvious that if Zephyrion was really here, Draco would piss himself even with the guarantee that he would revive after death.

Arlon didn't respond, instead tightening his grip on his sword.

Draco sneered, baring rows of razor-sharp teeth. "You're bold to come here alone. Let's see if you can back it up."

With a sudden roar, Draco lunged forward, his claw descending like a falling boulder. Arlon leaped to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack as the ground shook beneath him.

The dragon wasted no time, swinging his tail in a wide arc, forcing the intruder to roll away to safety.

The battle raged. Arlon darted in and out of Draco's range, his sword flashing as it sought openings in the dragon's scaled armor.

Each strike was precise, targeting the gaps between Draco's scales. While some blows managed to draw blood, they were far from enough to bring the dragon down.

Draco laughed, a deep and menacing sound that echoed through the chamber. "Is that the best you can do?"

Undeterred, Arlon pressed on, his movements swift and deliberate.

For some reason, every foe he fought said the same thing at the beginning of the fight, 'Is this all you can do?' or something similar.

Draco, in the meantime, began to grow irritated.

He reared back, the glow in his throat intensifying. Recognizing the imminent Breath Attack, Arlon darted behind a pillar just as a torrent of flames engulfed the area.

The heat was suffocating, the stone scorched black by the fiery assault. Find adventures on My Virtual Library Empire

Emerging from cover, Arlon launched a counterattack. He dashed toward Draco, his sword aimed at the dragon's exposed underbelly.

The blade connected, drawing another shallow wound. But before he could press the advantage, Draco swiped at him with a clawed hand, sending him crashing into a wall.

Blood trickled from the man's mouth as he staggered to his feet. His breathing was labored, yet his grip on the sword remained firm.

Draco observed him with disdain, his tail lashing the ground impatiently.

"You're persistent," Draco remarked, his tone almost bored. "But persistence won't save you."

With a deafening roar, Draco struck again. This time, his claw found its mark, raking across the man's chest.

He fell to his knees, his sword slipping from his grasp. Draco loomed over him, a triumphant sneer curling across his scaled face.

"You're nothing more than a nuisance," Draco growled, raising a massive claw for the final blow.

The man looked up, his expression calm despite his injuries. As Draco's claw descended, the body shimmered and dissolved into light. Draco recoiled, his eyes narrowing.

"A copy?"