Birthing Legends: My Womb Creates SSS Monsters-Chapter 164: Seven Dragon Houses vs the Primordial Giants.
"Grandpa!"
Forsha yelled, skidding across the cracked marble. She ducked under a stray shard of ice and caught the elder before he hit the ground.
"You’re literally falling apart! You need to rest, your spine aren’t made of dragon bones anymore!"
The Ice Caster Gigante didn’t miss the opening. Seeing the veteran warrior compromised, she let out a shrill, mocking laugh. She began to chant a low, melodic incantation, her feet becoming encased in blades of streamlined, frictionless ice.
She began to skate across the ballroom floor with terrifying, blurred speed, her hand forming a jagged crystalline spear aimed directly at Corneo’s throat.
"Die with your ’cool lines,’ old man!" she shrieked.
But just as she reached the pair, a shadow loomed over her.
BOOM!
A massive, blood stained figure intercepted her mid glide. It was Hank. His skin was mapped with shallow cuts from blocking the relentless elemental barrages, and a trail of blood ran down his side, but his grip was like an iron vise. He tackled the Ice Caster with the weight of a falling boulder, slamming her into a row of banquet tables.
"You’re not... touching... the Elder!"
Hank growled, his voice a deep, vibrating bass. He pinned the Gigante’s arms down, his muscles screaming under the strain of her freezing aura.
"I’ve got plenty of blood left to spill before I let you pass."
The Ice Caster Gigante shrieked as Hank pinned her, the cold radiating from her skin already beginning to frost his powerful forearms. With a desperate snarl, she channeled her power downward, and a jagged spike of primordial ice erupted from the floor, aimed directly at Hank’s sternum.
CRACK!
Forsha’s staff swung in a blur of motion, shattering the spike into harmless dust before it could pierce him.
"Don’t forget about me!" she shouted, her breath visible in the freezing air.
Taking advantage of the opening, Corneo ignored the agonizing pop in his waist. With a roar that defied his age, he leaped into the air, his shadow looming over the pinned giant. He brought his heavy staff down with the intent to end the fight right there.
The Gigante’s eyes widened with a mix of terror and pure, venomous spite.
"Disgusting, persistent lizards!"
Desperate to survive, she drained every last drop of her remaining mana. The air groaned as moisture was ripped from the atmosphere, instantly solidifying into a Super-Thick Wall of Primordial Ice. It wasn’t just a barrier; it was a fortress of translucent blue, meters thick and reinforced by the very core of her life force.
Corneo’s staff slammed into the frozen wall. The impact sent a shockwave through the hall, cracking the floorboards and vibrating through the elder’s brittle bones, but the ice held—though a massive, spiderweb like fracture began to spread from the point of contact.
Hank didn’t recoil from the impact. Instead, he used the wall as an anvil. Grunting with effort, he lunged forward, his massive shoulders driving the Ice Caster Gigante back against her own frozen barrier. The jagged surface of the wall bit into her back, pinning her in place.
"Get... off... you... vermin!"
The Gigante shrieked. She planted her feet and channeled her natural, titanic strength, her muscles bulging as she prepared to heave Hank off the ground and hurl him through the ceiling.
But just as her feet left the floor to gain leverage, another silhouette blurred through the frigid air.
BOOM!
A secondary impact hit the Gigante with the force of a meteor. A woman clad in a red dress slammed into the giant’s side, locking her other arm and forcing her back against the ice.
"Mother?"
Hank gasped, his breath hitching as he recognized the fierce, scarred face of the Crimson Scales House Leader.
"Keep your head in the fight, boy!" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
She dug her three inches heels into the marble, adding her veteran strength to Hank’s raw power.
"You think a bit of frost is enough to stop a Crimson Scale? We were born getting scorched by a dragon’s breath!"
With the mother and son pinning the Ice-Caster like a butterfly to a board, the Gigante found herself trapped. Her natural titanic strength was nullified by the combined leverage of two generations of specialized dragon warriors.
"Now! End this!"
Hank yelled, his voice straining as the ice wall behind the giant began to shatter under the pressure.
Forsha and Corneo didn’t need a second invitation. Forsha spun her staff, channeling every ounce of her remaining mana into the tip, while Corneo ignored the screaming pain in his hip to deliver one final, earth shaking overhead strike.
"OLD AND BRAT SMASH!!!"
The dual impact was catastrophic. The ice wall disintegrated into a million glittering shards, and the Ice Caster was driven through the rubble, her consciousness flickering out as she hit the stone floor.
Across the hall, the Lightning Caster froze in genuine terror.
"Impossible... How... how could mere humans defeat a Primordial Blooded?!"
SHRAK!
Percieval didn’t give her time to lament. He blurred forward, his black steel sword catching the light as it carved a deep, jagged line through her shoulder. Blood sprayed across the marble.
"You still don’t get it, do you? You look at us and see ’weak humans.’ But these humans were forged to kill every one of you proud primordial blooded."
He stepped in closer, eyes sharp with battle hardened fury.
"We survived wars against demigods—beings ten times stronger than all of you. And you think you can defeat us by... drenching us in your sweat!?"
The Lightning Caster’s face contorted in a mask of pure, existential dread. But before she could even formulate a retort, another curdling scream erupted from the far side of the Great Hall, cutting through the thunder and the clash of steel.
Over by the scorched remains of the banquet dais, the Fire Magic Caster of the Gigante was backed into a corner of her own making. She was a ruin of her former self, both of her massive arms already severed by the relentless, coordinated strikes of the Dragon kin.
Arteé flicked his blade clean, the blood vanishing as though the weapon itself devoured it. A faint, refined smirk curved his lips.
"Is this your idea of elegance? Sweating and bleeding like a common beast... how disappointing."
He tilted his head slightly, eyes cold with disdain.
"I should have severed your arms with my bladed gauntlet instead. It would have been far more... artistic."
