Birthing Legends: My Womb Creates SSS Monsters-Chapter 134 - 100 Candidates vs a Dragonborn — Part 4.
At the edge of the chaos, the warriors of House Citrineclaw stood perfectly still. Their brownish orange capes didn’t have a single speck of dust.
"Arteè! We have to move!"
One of his kin hissed, gripping a bladed gauntlet.
"The Prince won’t choose us if we just stand here like statues! The other Houses are actually making him sweat!"
Arteè did not look away from the fight. He adjusted his glasses, the sunlight reflecting off the lenses.
"Patience is a weapon, you fool. Elegance is not about being first; it is about being final."
He pointed a sharp finger toward Draculeus’ shoulder, where a tiny, dull mark had appeared on the sapphire scales.
"Look at the weapons we carry. Do you know why they are black? Why they do not reflect the light? Because they are forged with the dried Blood of Tiamat. They do not care about magic. They do not care about ’impenetrable’ defense. These blades deal true damage. They ignore the divinity of a Dragonborn."
In the center, the Crimsonscales let out a collective roar.
"NARROW THE CAGE!"
Hank bellowed. The circle shrank. The space around Draculeus became so small he could no longer swing his arms fully. He was being smothered by meat, iron, and the relentless stabs of the agile houses.
CLANG!
The spear of Luavier slipped between the joints of his wings and struck the scales beneath.
CHIME!
A Silverspine dagger scraped behind his knee as Sairant slid low across the ground, his flexible spine bending almost unnaturally as he twisted past the shields.
Then another impact landed, heavier and more crushing.
BOOM!
A staff mace slammed into Draculeus’ ribs with shocking force.
"Your bones are magnificent!"
Forsha of House Goldensight laughed breathlessly, her heart shaped eyes practically glowing. She spun the heavy mace staff again and smashed it down once more.
"Even the sound of hitting you is beautiful!"
BOOM!
The impact echoed across the arena. Even Draculeus’ massive frame shifted slightly under the strike.
Then Cassandra burst forward like a coiled viper finally released.
"OUT OF THE WAY!"
Her morningstar slithered through the air, its chain whipping between the warriors as the others instinctively pulled their weapons back for a split second. In that single opening, when every blade paused and Draculeus had no space to breathe, the spiked head came screaming in.
CRACK!
The morningstar smashed directly into Draculeus’ face. His head snapped slightly to the side, dust bursting from the impact as Cassandra landed with a wild grin.
"HA! DID YOU FEEL THAT?!"
Before the dragonborn could even recover, Killian moved.
"Don’t stop!"
His longsword flashed like silver lightning. He stepped in fast, too fast, his blade cutting again and again across Draculeus’ chest and arms as sparks flew from the midnight-blue scales.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Each strike came faster than the last, a relentless storm of steel meant to overwhelm rather than pierce. Draculeus’ eyes widened. He felt it—
A sharp, stinging heat. Not the heat of his own dragon body, but the cold bite of black steel. One of Killian’s strikes landed at just the right angle.
A single scale on Draculeus’ chest finally... dented.
Across the battlefield, Arteè saw it instantly. His sharp eyes caught the imperfection the moment it appeared. The scholar of House Citrineclaw slowly adjusted his glasses.
"There... The Dragon is leaking."
His lips curved faintly.
"The armor... is cracked."
One of his fellow Citrineclaws leaned closer, gripping his blades impatiently.
"Then we move now! He’s weakening!"
Arteè did not even look at him. He calmly lowered his hand, stopping the others from rushing forward.
"No."
The warrior blinked.
"What? But—"
Arteè’s eyes remained fixed on Draculeus.
"When a monster is pinned... that is when it unleashes its true strength."
His glasses glinted in the battlefield light.
"If we rush now... we won’t be attacking a wounded dragon."
A thin smile crossed his lips.
"We’ll be the first ones he devours."
Draculeus felt the sting. For the first time, a drop of sapphire blue blood trickled down his chest. The cold bite of the black steel was different from anything he had ever felt. It didn’t just hit his skin; it ignored his divinity.
"You actually... reached me."
The Crimsonscales tightened the circle. The shields were inches from his face. The spears were poised at his throat.
"DON’T LET HIM MOVE!"
Hank screamed, his muscles bulging as he held the line.
"WE HAVE HIM!"
"No."
Draculeus rumbled. He looked down at the tiny dent in his scales.
"You have a cage. But you forgot what lives inside it."
Suddenly, the air around Draculeus didn’t just get hot—
it vanished.
The oxygen was ripped inward in one massive, terrifying gulp. His midnight scales began to glow from within, a haunting midnight blue light pulsing through his veins like liquid fire beneath glass.
His grin stretched wider.
"DRAGON ART..."
The glow intensified, cracks of light seeping between his scales.
"MIDNIGHT BURST!"
BOOOOOOM—!
Midnight blue fire detonated outward from his body in a perfect sphere. It was an explosion. The Crimsonscales were the first to take it.
"SHIELDS UP—!"
Hank roared, slamming his tower shield forward. The blast swallowed him whole. His greaves carved trenches into the stone as he was hurled backward, shield glowing red from the heat.
"DON’T BREAK FORM—!"
He shouted through clenched teeth before the force finally tore him off his feet and sent him crashing across the arena floor.
Killian saw the light and laughed.
"HAHA—NOW THAT’S MORE LIKE—!"
The explosion hit him mid sentence. He crossed his blade in front of him, but the blast launched him spinning through the air. He hit the ground hard, rolled twice, then coughed smoke.
"...Okay. That was excessive."
Cassandra didn’t even try to block.
"OH COME ON—!"
She swung her morningstar into the ground to anchor herself, but the chain snapped tight and ripped from her grip. The blast sent her skidding backward on her heels before flipping her onto her back in a burst of dust.
She lay there for half a second then started laughing.
"AGAIN! DO IT AGAIN!"
