Supreme BeastTamer: I Can Copy and Upgrade Skills 10x! - Chapter 818 818: Floor 98

Nox looked at Emerald for a moment after she finished speaking about the emperor. He gave one short nod. “Then floor ninety eight first. The lord there is the loudest about the raid. We cut him down before he can call more troops.”

Emerald’s eyes lit up with that sharp succubus hunger. “Varak. Yes. He talks too much and drinks too much. His tower is the tallest in the central district. Guards everywhere, but they follow orders like machines.”

“It is settled then,” Nox said. “My dragons will scout ahead. You lead the way in.”

Suddenly he paused and asked, “How are you going to take us to floor ninety eight?”

At that, Emerald merely smiled and waved her hand. When she did, a red portal appeared. She took the lead and Nox followed.

They stepped through the purple glow.

Floor ninety eight opened up in front of them. It was not a jagged cavern like the other floors, but streets laid out in straight lines, buildings of dark stone stacked neatly.

Demons walked the paths in groups, talking in low voices, carrying papers and weapons like any city guard on patrol. No screams. No random fights. It looked almost normal, except for the black sky above with no sun and no stars.

Emerald kept her voice low as they moved along a side alley. “Varak is very different from the other demon lords. He likes control and behaves more like a human. Most of the demon lords think he is strange, but his floor runs the smoothest.”

Nox did not answer right away. He raised one hand. Four Scourge Dragons appeared beside them in full spectral form, bodies thin as smoke. They made no sound. Their eyes stayed fixed on Nox, waiting for the command.

“Go,” he said quietly. “Find the tower guards. One at a time. Do not make any noise.”

The dragons slipped away, melting into the shadows of the buildings. Nox and Emerald kept walking, staying close to the walls. They passed two demon patrols who did not even glance their way.

The dragons worked fast. One guard standing on a corner post suddenly dropped his spear and fell forward without a sound.

Another leaned against a doorway, then slid down the wall like his legs stopped working. No blood on the street. No shouts. Just bodies left sitting or lying like they had decided to rest.

They reached the base of Varak’s tower ten minutes later. It stood in the middle of a wide square, tall and straight, windows glowing orange from the inside. Guards stood at every entrance. Ten at the main door, more on the balconies above.

Emerald stopped in the shadow of a nearby building. “Too many to rush. We need to thin them first.”

“Already happening.” Nox nodded.

High above, a guard on the third balcony leaned over the rail, then tipped forward and fell. He hit the ground without a scream. Two more followed from different levels.

The ones at the door looked up, confused, but before they could call out, spectral claws reached out from the stone itself and pulled them inside the wall. The square went quiet again.

Emerald gave a small laugh under her breath. “Your dragons are good at this.”

“Very.” Nox smirked.

He started walking toward the main door. Emerald stayed close behind him.

Inside the tower, the halls were wide and clean. Torches burned in brackets along the walls. Voices came from higher up, loud and arguing.

They climbed the stairs without rushing. Every time a lone guard appeared around a corner, a dragon head pushed through the wall behind him, jaws closing once before the body dropped.

It was clean and quick, with no mess left behind.

Soon they reached the top floor, arriving before a double door that stood open.

Inside was a large room with a long table. Five commanders sat arguing. Varak sat at the head, a huge demon with red skin wearing clothes like a human noble. In one hand he held a small glass cup that looked too small for his massive fingers.

The others, three floor captains and one supply master, leaned over maps and lists, voices rising.

“This time we hit the Vermilion Kingdom first, focusing all our troops there and overwhelming them before we move to the others,” Varak was saying. “Take the ports, then push inland. The humans have no—”

He stopped talking when Nox stepped through the doorway. Emerald followed right after. The commanders turned. For a second no one moved.

Seeing a human with a demon suddenly appear there shocked them into silence. So far Nox had been using Phantom Cloak, concealing his aura. That was why most of the weaker demons had not detected him.

It did not take long for Varak, who was very smart, to connect the dots. “The succubus traitor and her pet human. You picked a bad night to visit.”

Nox did not answer. His gaze fell on the one who had spoken. He was the only one who fit Emerald’s earlier description, and coupled with the fact that he was sitting in the largest chair, it was easy to tell he was Varak.

“I have somewhere to be, so let us make this fast,” Nox said as he stepped forward and lifted his hand. Six Scourge Dragons materialized behind the table, wings folded, claws ready.

“What are those!”

The commanders jumped up, chairs scraping back. One captain drew his sword. A dragon lunged forward and snapped its jaws around his neck. The body hit the floor.

Another commander tried to cast a spell. Red fire gathered in his palms, but two dragons pinned his arms before the flame could leave his hands. Their claws went through his chest. He died without finishing the words.

The last demon ran for the side door. A dragon phased through the wall in front of him and drove its claws up under his ribs. He gasped once and fell.

Leaving only the floor lord and one of the biggest sponsors of the upcoming attacks.

Varak.