The Strongest Beast Tamer - 167 Dark Dragon King

Lachlan and Drate made their way deeper underground, the felt as though darkness consumed them as the air was heavy. The walls abruptly lit up, almost blinding the two as they covered their eyes.

Looking through the gaps in their fingers they managed to finally see something worthwhile, a hall that stretched a couple of hundred metres. At the end, a golden-crusted door, embedded with precious jewels. Engraved into it was the body of the current dragon king. He looked to be a laughing and joyful state.

“Tsk, cocky bastard, probably knew someone would eventually make it this far so he left a little gift as well as a message. Probably saying that that’s the last line of defence, give it your best shot, it won’t do anything.” Drate gritted her teeth angrily as her fists shook. “He got us, I don’t even have to get close to understand that that door will be able to stop us. So much for my race’s pathetic attempts to get back the crown.”

Lachlan looked at the engraving as his eyebrows furrowed. He leaned over and lightly tapped Drate’s shoulder; unfortunately for the king, unlike most which would have a hard time finding the entrance, to Lachlan it was a piece of cake.

The door was merely a wall, granted it’s a heavily fortified wall with magic and reinforced materials, some of which Lachlan didn’t know. If he were to compare it to the Dragon King’s Wall, the thing in front of them would be much sturdier and stronger. And due to it looking like a door, one would assume it was unless the actual entrance was made obvious.

Drate looked at Lachlan with a saddened expression. “What, you’re not going to use that stone of yours to break through again are you? You got to come up with a better joke than that, surely that device’s energy supply has run out in that one attack, right?”

“Idiot, just follow me silently, we don’t know if the king decided to rig the back entrance with traps,” Lachlan explained as he held a figure to his mouth. “Remember, follow silently, maybe some traps are sound activated, who knows.”

Drate shook her head. “No, there won’t be, the king was quite confident in his previous defences that he decided to leave the treasury somewhat defenceless. We were going to make use of his arrogance and slip through the first couple of defences, who knew he would have such an impenetrable final defence. It’s pointless to continue, but at least I managed to get some valuable information.”

‘Huh, the king’s more arrogant than I thought, probably a good thing for me though.’ Lachlan had to say, arrogance was the downfall of kings. Being too blind to one’s weaknesses would usually lead one to their death; in the dragon king’s instance however, it’ll lead to all his treasures being taken out from under his nose.

“Alright, that’s some great news, just follow me,” Lachlan said as he grabbed onto Drate’s arm and dragged her along. They walked closer and closer to the wall, the engraving was getting clear and clear, details which were unnoticeable from the end of the hall were coming into light. The scales, the veins, the hairs, everything was getting clearer.

Finally, once they reached the wall Lachlan turned to his right and placed his hand on the wall. And with a slight push, a rectangular bit in the wall that was by Lachlan’s hand sunk it. At the same time, the wall began to shake, as though it was getting rid of dust as it hasn’t been used in many years.

Finally, it opened up similar in a similar fashion to the automatic rolling doors on Earth. Revealing another hall, many times smaller than the one they just walked through but still roughly 20 metres. At the end, a rather shabby wooden door.

Lachlan walked up to it, dragging Drate right behind him who was currently experiencing the shock of her life. She didn’t expect the dragon king’s back passage to be done in such a way. From her understanding, the dragon king was quite arrogant and prideful in his defences, not someone that is cunning. However, when thinking about it, placing the real entrance right next to the fake one is certainly a sadistic move.

Reaching the shabby wooden door Lachlan reached out and opened it up, revealing a grand room, filled to the brim with treasures. However, Drate started hyperventilating when she saw the room, her eyes were darting across it, searching for something specific.

Dashing forward she began rummaging through the treasure, her mind was only filled with the purpose of finding their race’s crown. This was the furthest any demon has ever been into the castle and if she were to be the one to bring back the crown, she’ll be heavily rewarded.

Lachlan slightly chuckled at Drate’s desperation to find the crown, as she got so intent on looking through the treasures in this room that she wouldn’t expect there to be another door leading to another room just a few metres away from her.

Sighing Lachlan walked up to the door, tapping Drate on her shoulder as he brushed past, snapping her back into reality. When she noticed what Lachlan was walking to, she facepalmed herself in realisation before running up to him.

“The dragon king wouldn’t place his greatest treasures amongst the more common things. No, he would place it separately, and not just place, he would showcase it,” Lachlan said as they walked through the door.

The room was many times smaller in comparison to the one they were just in, in it were many pedestals crusted in gold, embedded with rare jewels. On top of them, treasures surrounded by a glass box, a light beaming down to reveal their splendour.

There were many treasures from every race here, Lachlan could see a multitude of crowns, one of which caused Drate to dash over. It wasn’t as glorious looking as the others, but it certainly held a few powerful effects, some much greater than the other crowns.

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Name: Demon King’s Crown

Description: An item made from the millions of souls killed by the first Demon King, the one who almost brought complete destruction and chaos into the world. The one who possesses the crown and is able to wear it will become the rightful heir to the throne. One must have the killing intent of the demon king, 200 strength to wield the demon king’s strength, and be in possession of the demon king’s sword to wield this crown and its powers.

Effect 1 (Passive): Double All Stats

Effect 2 (Passive): Ability to command all demons with an iron-clad fist

Effect 3 (Activate): When combined with the demon king’s sword they’re able to release an attack that’ll cut down any defence

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It certainly had some effects that even Lachlan would want. However, it isn’t an item for him to wear, as he didn’t have nearly enough killing intent to compete with the demon king of all people. If they were to compete in strength, he was pretty confident, but not killing intent.

From his understanding from the time he chatted with Drate, a demon is born with naturally high killing intent. It’s one of the few things that determine their future, as the stronger the killing intent, the better one would be able to passively suppress their enemies. The demon king is the one with the strong killing intent, one which completely dominates all others. If a human were to train and attempt to kill enough people to get to the same level of killing intent, that human would have to slaughter hundreds of millions, if not billions.

Drate was shaking from excitement, she ran up to it swiftly and lifted up the glass box, revealing the crown. Her eyes became watery, the crown was their race’s way of identifying the demon king, without it, no one is able to successfully claim the throne. She reached out and grabbed it, taking it off the pedestal and holding it close to her heart.

The pedestal suddenly began to rumble and quake before sinking into the ground, the walls started to shake violently as it abruptly opened a few doors. Dragonkin started filling the sides of the room, they were equipped with golden armour filled with magical powers. All of it had engravings created from a red substance, Lachlan was unsure whether or not it was blood, he couldn’t tell.

*Clap!*Clap!*Clap!*Clap!*

“Well, well, well, I didn’t expect to see the day where a half breed and a demon managed to make their way through our defences. Quite the unexpected surprise and I should be congratulating you but not just yet.” A man walked through the passage, emerging from the shadows were his scales that lacked lustre due to their darkness. His tail swayed behind him, it was thin but rigged with sharp iron spikes. He stood 2 metres tall, his hands behind his back as he presented himself in a similar fashion to a scholar, gowned in something similar to a robe.

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“What do you mean by that? Who are you exactly?” Drate asked as her hands shook. Similar to her, Lachlan was surprised by how powerful all these dragonkin were. Every single one of them possessed a strength similar to the dragon king, while the one that just entered that seemed to be the leader was stronger.

‘Analyse’

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Name: Akira (Dragonkin)

Age: 43 (Adult)

Dragon Bonds: 1/1

STR: 225, AGI: 243, VIT: 100

INT: 52, PER: 49, WIL: 22

Weakness: Arrogant, Prideful, Sensitive Tail

Strengths: Skin Defence (Level 7), Arm Strength (Level 6), Leg Strength (Level 6), Maximum Speed (Level 4), Swimming Speed (Level 4), Heightened Senses, Language of the World

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The new arrival clasped his hands together. “Indeed I suppose you won’t know of my existence since it has been so long since the last time the Dark Dragon King revealed himself.”

“Dark Dragon King?” Drate said in a questioning tone as confusion filled her mind. Her elders mentioned nothing about another dragon king, especially one that wields far greater combat prowess than the current one.

“Indeed, while the Light Dragon King, my brother, leads our people a prosperous and joyful life, being the political head figure. The Dark Dragon King lurks in the shadows, eliminating any obstacles that might prevent that. And the main task is the keep the Light Dragon King on the right track, make sure he doesn’t start getting a bit abusive with his powers. That’s the duty of the Dark Dragon King,” Akira explained with a bright but chilling smile.

“Now, I hope you don’t mind but I’ll be needing that crown back,” Akira said as he stretched out his hand. The soldiers to the side readied their spears, all targeting Drate and leaving Lachlan alone. “Oh yes, and for you half breed, I would certainly like for you to hand over that treasure you used to tear down the wall.”

Lachlan lightly chuckled and Akira raised an eyebrow. “You expect me to hand over my treasure? Are you dumb? Also, what’s the say that I still can’t use its powers to completely obliterate everyone in this room including you?”

“Well, considering the amount of strength it has, I would say you exhausted it by taking down the wall. Otherwise, you would have already used it. Am I correct by saying that?” Akira asked in an arrogant tone.

“I suppose you’re right, here you go,” Lachlan tossed over a high-grade gravity stone with a chilling smile. Akira took hold of it and looked at it closely, he smiled widely until he heard Lachlan say something. “Unfortunately, you’re wrong, I just hadn’t used it yet because I didn’t feel like it.”

Akira’s knees immediately gave way to the gravity, the ground beneath him in a 2-metre radius sunk down from the pressure. Akira felt as though his organs were going to rip out of his own skin. His muscles stood no chance, neither did the bodies of those in a 2-metres radius.

Their bodies crushed into the ground, unable to move the slightest bit. Lachlan chuckled as he moved forward. “Now then, while you’re out for the count I suppose I’ll get rid of your little goonies.”