Supreme BeastTamer: I Can Copy and Upgrade Skills 10x!-Chapter 617: The Last Kingdom Standing [2]

"Forbidden Skill: World-Ending Glaciem Sanctum, first activation!"

A roar unlike anything they'd ever heard shattered the air.

The sky turned white.

Massive magic circles formed above Dracos in a swirling spiral—indecipherable to most, except those who could feel the weight they carried. Even the Scourge dragons, frenzied and furious, froze mid-flight—literally and figuratively.

BOOM!

A cataclysmic iceberg erupted from the ground beneath him, towering into the sky like a jagged cathedral of ice. Its surface glowed with thousands of ancient carvings.

One rune for every soul lost to the Scourge.

The corrupted instincts of the Scourge screamed at them to flee.

They were wrong.

This wasn't a weapon.

This wasn't a technique.

This... was judgment.

And judgment had come for the corrupted.

Dracos pointed his spear at the army.

"Forbidden Skill: World-Ending Glaciem Sanctum, second activation!"

RIIIPPPP!!!

The entire airspace before him shattered like fragile glass. From within the iceberg, colossal frozen dragons—ghostly, translucent—emerged.

Dozens of spectral beasts.

Each radiated the aura of a Monarch. They weren't real, but they didn't need to be.

They were enough.

The corrupted dragons screamed, instinct warning them that they were now prey.

The ice dragons dived.

SLAM!

SLAM!

SLAM!

Every second, hundreds of corrupted dragons were struck down, frozen mid-air.

One by one, they turned to ice statues, crashing into the ground and shattering like brittle glass.

The Frostpire army stood in awe. Their morale—on the verge of collapse moments ago—now blazed like wildfire.

"IS THIS—?"

"THE FROST MONARCH'S TRUE POWER?!"

"UNREAL!"

"LOOK AT THEM! HE'S WIPING THEM OUT ALONE!"

Atop the towering spire, the Light Monarch opened his eyes and murmured, "So... you finally used that skill…"

Dracos stood at the center of it all, unmoving.

The runes on the iceberg burned even brighter. With one final pulse, the sky released a wave of eternal frost.

Not snow.

Not hail.

But a thin, pale-blue light that drifted down like feathers—burning the corrupted like acid.

Within thirty seconds, ten thousand corrupted dragons were no more.

Their bodies lay frozen, piled like trash across the battlefield.

Silence.

Even the remaining Scourge troops were frozen in place—not by ice, but by fear.

None dared move.

None dared breathe.

Dracos lowered his spear.

Steam rose from his body. His breath was ragged.

That ultimate ranked skill…

He had only used it once before—during the First Scourge War.

It drained years from his life.

But it was worth it.

"To those who still wish to advance," he said, voice low but echoing across the battlefield, "I will give you a single breath... to flee."

No one moved.

The corrupted didn't flee.

They couldn't flee.

Because they knew—

They were already dead.

The Frostpire soldiers roared behind him, voices blazing with renewed strength.

"FOR THE FROST MONARCH!"

"FOR FROSTPIRE!"

"CHARGE!!"

Dracos didn't move. He simply stood there, watching as his dragons surged forward, cutting through the remaining corrupted like blades of winter.

Within minutes, all the corrupted dragons had been dealt with.

The frost dragons began roaring in celebration, hugging one another in victory.

But Dracos wasn't in the mood for celebration—especially not after hearing what Zhun'Var had done.

Before he could issue the next command, the clear blue skies of Frostpire darkened.

The dragons froze, lifting their gazes to the heavens.

A sea of corrupted dragons hovered above, their aura oppressive and radiating dread. The pressure alone forced many frost dragons to their knees.

From the Frostpire castle, Thomas's expression paled. At first it was hard to make out, but he recognized them—the Elders of the Supreme Dragon Court.

And the Six Monarchs: Fire, Lightning, Wind, Earth, Water, and Shadow.

All of them…

Corrupted.

At the center of the army stood Zhun'Var. His robes did not flutter, despite the frigid winds howling through Frostpire. Floating before him was a corrupted orb, pulsing ominously, warping the very air around it.

Zhun'Var stared down at Dracos with a wide grin. He hovered like a god, the corrupted core spinning before him like a miniature black sun.

His smile was that of a man convinced his victory was inevitable.

"So... this is what you've been hiding all this time?" Zhun'Var's voice boomed like thunder across the battlefield. "I've always known you were the strongest among us, Dracos. That's why I saved you for last."

Dracos met his gaze, cold and unyielding on the outside—but inside, his heart trembled at the combined force of the seven kingdoms and their Monarchs.

"I didn't realize our little Frost Kingdom meant so much to you."

Zhun'Var chuckled. "Important? No. Essential?" His eyes gleamed. "Absolutely."

Dracos remained silent, standing composed despite the crushing pressure. Behind him, the frost dragons watched with hopeful eyes.

Their Monarch had worked miracles before.

Deep down, they prayed he could do it again.

Dracos exhaled. Frost curled from his breath.

He could hear the subtle shivers of his troops. Even the bravest among them felt despair creeping into their bones.

"Coming to my kingdom... has to be the biggest mistake you've ever made," he said suddenly.

"I've made no mistake," Zhun'Var replied. "I've achieved what none of you ever could. I united the Seven Monarchs. I brought peace... in my own way. You are the last ember. The final breath. And I shall snuff you out myself."

The corrupted Monarchs stirred. Power surged through the sky like crashing waves. The sheer aura of seven Legendary-tier Monarchs was overwhelming for any normal dragon.

Dracos had no choice but to shield them with his own aura.

Then, Zhun'Var's voice echoed again.

"Seven kingdoms stand behind me, Dracos. Their Monarchs kneel at my command." He stretched out his hand. "This is your last chance. Submit. Bow before the Scourge Alliance, and I will let your people live."

Dracos smiled faintly. "Then I suppose I'll have to make it... the most painful refusal of your life."

"Y-You don't plan on surrendering… do you?"

"I'd rather die than become your puppet," he declared coldly.

"Very well then," Zhun'Var smiled as he roared, "Attack!!"

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Meanwhile, as the last kingdom standing in the dragon realm fought for survival…

In the corrupted realm, the final shells of the Alpha's cocoon began to fall apart.