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

For a moment, no one moved or spoke.

Then cheers began to rise from the human side.

"He's down! The Demon Prince is down!" Nathan shouted.

Cheers and cries of relief erupted among the surviving soldiers.

Many demons, upon seeing their champion slain, broke into panicked wails or simply dropped their weapons in shock.

The tide of battle had irreversibly turned. None of them expected the powerful Noir—one of the strongest known existences—to fall today.

High above, Nox's vision blurred as the aura surrounding him began to fade away.

[Vengeful Retribution] had saved him from certain death and allowed him to kill his enemy—but the toll it took on his body was severe.

He could feel all his strength leaving at once, like a flame being snuffed out.

At the same time, the effect of [Limit Breaker] finally ended.

A piercing pain wracked his entire body as the backlash of the buff struck him, and his HP plummeted directly to one.

His eyes rolled back as exhaustion and pain overwhelmed him.

Nox's body went limp, and he started falling out of the sky once more, this time truly unconscious.

The world around him blurred into a haze of smoke and darkness.

The last thing he registered was the faint silhouette of a winged figure rushing up toward him from below.

Akira's armor glinted as she shot upward with all the speed she could muster, her white wings beating furiously.

The Valkyrie caught Nox mid-air just seconds before he would have crashed. A fall from that height meant certain death.

She cradled his limp body against her and angled her wings to slow their descent.

With a soft thud, Akira landed on a relatively intact patch of ground, using her own body to shield him as debris continued to rain from above.

"Nox..? Nox!" Akira knelt down slowly, carefully placing him on the ground. His face was pale as paper, lips drained of blood, eyes shut tight. For a moment, she feared the worst, but when her fingers pressed against his neck, she felt a faint pulse. He was still alive—just barely.

Akira let out a long, shaky breath before shouting to the healers rushing over. "He's alive! Quickly, healing elixir! Now!"

Aina and Nyx came running, their faces filled with panic. One of the healers, hands trembling so badly the vial nearly slipped, fumbled in his pouch and pulled out a high-grade potion. He passed it to Akira with shaking fingers.

Without hesitation, she uncorked it and carefully poured the glowing liquid into Nox's lips. His wounds had already sealed from his skills, but his health points were still critically low.

"I'll take it from here," Aina said, brushing his messy hair from his face. Her eyes softened, and in a voice filled with pride she whispered, "You did it… you really did it."

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Back on the battlefield, the demons had lost all courage after seeing Noir fall. Their champion's death shattered their will. Many turned and ran in panic, scattering like rats.

"Don't let them escape!" Nathan roared, charging into the midst of the demons. The soldiers and Awakened chased after him, cutting down the fleeing foes. Some of the smarter ones dropped their weapons and knelt, begging for mercy.

But the human side showed no mercy.

Not far away, Eve and Bridget confronted Number Two. The battlefield had grown quieter now; the thunderous clash between Nox and Noir was over.

Number Two had seen Noir's defeat, and his face drained of color, fear flickering in his eyes.

Eve caught it instantly. Her grip on her staff tightened. "It's over," she said coldly. "You lost. Surrender, and maybe you'll die faster."

His eyes darted left and right, blood armor still swirling around him.

He glared at the two women and spat out, "You think you've won?! Noir may be gone, but I still—"

"Still what? Kill us?" Eve cut him off, her dark eyes boring into him. "Look around, coward."

All around them, demons were being chained, slaughtered, or fleeing. Zarek stood calmly at a distance, his blindfold hiding his expression. With Noir gone, the atmosphere itself had shifted. Number Two was cornered, and he knew it.

Desperation twisted his face into madness. "Don't underestimate me!" he roared, thrusting his hands down.

The blood on the ground surged upward, wrapping around him. In seconds, it formed a grotesque giant—a hulking monster made entirely of blood.

The blood giant roared and swung a massive fist at Eve and Bridget.

Eve slammed her staff into the ground. "Dead Hand: Titan Grip!"

An undead titan rose beside her, its skeletal hand wrapped in black mist. It caught the giant's fist head-on, the impact shaking the earth.

Bridget moved like a shadow, darting up the giant's side. Her daggers stabbed again and again, purple aura eating away at its form. The giant roared as its blood body steamed and corroded.

Inside, Number Two cursed, forcing more mana into the construct to stabilize it. One of the giant's arms warped into a spike and swung viciously toward Bridget.

She leapt back, flipping midair and landing lightly as the ground shattered under the blow.

Eve raised her palm, dark-green energy swirling. "Death Coil!"

A searing beam lanced out, piercing straight through the giant's chest. It staggered.

Bridget didn't miss her chance. She leapt high, both daggers in hand.

"You're finished!" she shouted.

She drove them down with all her strength.

Both blades plunged into Number Two's body—one into his heart, the other through his abdomen.

The blood giant collapsed instantly, dissolving into a useless pool of red sludge.

Number Two fell to his knees, coughing blood. His eyes widened in disbelief. "H-how…?" He gurgled as blood spilled endlessly. "I… I can't die like this…"

Eve stepped forward, her voice cold as ice. "Then die quick."

She raised her staff high and slammed it down. CRACK! His skull caved in, his body crumpling lifeless.

Flaming Rose's Number Two was dead.

Bridget yanked her daggers free without hesitation. Eve exhaled slowly, a deep, long breath.

The battlefield fell eerily quiet—only fire and groaning echoed.

Nearby, Nox lay on a stretcher. The healers had finished their work. His breathing was shallow but steady, his face calm as if finally at peace.

Adrian stared at the ruined capital with an emotionless look.

Although the city was destroyed and would need to be rebuilt from scratch, he didn't mind. It was the necessary sacrifice to win the war.

"W-we won," the prince mumbled, shifting his gaze to Nox being carried away. "And all of this… it's because of him."

"Victory! We won!!" someone screamed, their voice cracking with emotion.

It was like a dam broke. Cheers erupted everywhere, spreading like wildfire.

"The Demon Prince is dead!"

"Noir has fallen!"

"Glory to the kingdom!"

Soldiers raised their weapons high, some collapsing to their knees in tears, overwhelmed by relief. Others embraced one another, laughing and crying all at once.

The wounded who could still move dragged themselves up, raising broken swords and shields to the sky. The chants grew louder until it became a roar that shook the air itself.

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

The common folk who had hidden in the ruins dared to step out, their faces pale and smeared with dust. When they saw the demons scattering and their own soldiers cheering, they too raised their voices. Mothers hugged their children tightly, elders fell to their knees weeping.

For the first time in what felt like endless years of war, hope returned to their eyes.