Birthing Legends: My Womb Creates SSS Monsters-Chapter 88: The Dead Don’t Stay Dead: Maddy and Her Children Confront a Lich! — Part 3.

Chapter 88: The Dead Don’t Stay Dead: Maddy and Her Children Confront a Lich! — Part 3.

The Crusader raised its shield again, slamming it forward in a desperate attempt to crush Arach’s legs. But Arach’s six arms moved with uncanny precision. His main arms shot out a strand of silk, latching onto the Crusader’s shield. With a swift tug, he yanked the shield free—taking the Crusader’s zombie arms along with it.

"Oops... didn’t mean to take that with me!"

Relying on his tremor sense and full 360° awareness, Arach spotted the Spearman lunging once more. He spun the shield, the severed zombie arms flailing, and whipped it with deadly accuracy into the Spearman’s head. The impact crushed the zombie, ending its cursed animation instantly.

The Crusader, now armless and shieldless, charged at him, jaws snapping, desperate to tear into Arach’s six limbsArach’s six eyes followed its every move, his voice calm, almost regretful.

"Oh... I’m really sorry... You’re already in a pitiful state, and I just made it worse by taking your arms..."

He let the zombie take out its fury, allowing it to snap at him while he sidestepped effortlessly.

"Yeah... put everything into that bite of yours."

When the creature’s rage seemed spent, Arach struck. His fist slammed into the zombie’s chin with perfect precision. The force tore the neck clean off, sending the head flying into the cavern ceiling where it exploded on impact.

"All... gone. Even in death, they fought. I won’t forget that."

From nearby, Sephiran shouted in horror. He truly had an instinctive fear of the undead—just like his mother.

One zombie was pursuing him relentlessly. It had once been a rogue, still clad in a tattered black coat that fluttered like a shadow spirit’s cloak. It moved with terrifying speed, lunging at Sephiran while brandishing two daggers.

Sephiran screamed,

"EEEEEK! GET AWAY! YOU’RE PEELING!"

He gasped, trying to catch his breath.

"This one is way scarier than any zombie!"

A zombie’s severed head whistled past his ear, missing him by mere inches.

Sephiran froze.

Then he saw Arach standing calmly behind him, the silk wrapped shield still clinging to his arms. With brutal precision, Arach had slammed the spearman’s zombie head through the air, sending it flying.

Sephiran’s fear wavered, replaced by a growing resolve. His teeth clenched.

"Big Brother can tear a zombie’s head off like that... and here I am, running from a corpse..."

His grip tightened around his war bat.

"If I stay this afraid... I’ll never grow stronger. I’ll never surpass him."

He swallowed hard.

"I have to overcome my fear... just like Mother did."

Suddenly, crimson lines flared across his body like molten lava spreading beneath his skin. Heat rippled outward as the power awakened.

"DΣMӨПIᄃ BᄂӨӨD ΛЯƬ: HELL BODY!"

Strength surged through his limbs. The rogue zombie lunged, its dagger flashing as it aimed for his throat but Sephiran moved just in time. With a roar, he swung his war bat with all his amplified strength.

CRACK!

The bat smashed into the zombie’s stomach, launching the undead rogue upward and sending it flying through the air.

"I’m not done yet!"

With a powerful surge, Sephiran leapt into the air, moving faster than the rogue zombie could react. He hovered above it as the creature swung its daggers in a desperate flurry—but Sephiran’s body, reinforced by his Hell Body and Divine Body, was like steel. Not a single blade grazed him.

With a roar, he brought his war bat down onto the zombie’s head.

"DIE TWICE, YOU ZOMBIE!"

The rogue’s head exploded under the impact, bursting like a watermelon, its life ended instantly by Sephiran’s unstoppable strike.

Two zombie brawlers advanced, one with metal knuckles, the other with clawed hands, their muscles swollen with the Lich’s dark mana. Both charged at Dyralfa, attempting to break through her drake scales. She raised her arms to shield her face, a low growl rumbling in her chest.

"You think your dead meat is harder than my scales?"

The brawlers didn’t relent, striking again and again, but each blow bounced harmlessly off her impenetrable draconic hide. She had enough. With a swift, brutal motion, she whipped her thick tail across the metal knuckle brawler’s neck, slicing it cleanly with the tip.

The other brawler lunged, claws aimed to pierce her, but Dyralfa met it head-on. Her fist collided with its steel clawed hands, bending them backward with bone crunching force. She drove her punch through its face, leaving a gaping hole, and for the first time, she let out a roar into the opening.

"Eh? These zombies are too soft... I’m a bit disappointed."

When she thought it was over, the severed body of the other brawler twitched at her feet, still flailing and trying to strike. Dyralfa looked down, eyes widening in disbelief.

"What the hell? This... this thing is still alive!? Wait... don’t tell me—these zombies have autonomous limb reflex? Just like me? Like how I move my severed tail?"

The body continued punching while its detached head rolled toward her feet, snapping its teeth. The hard draconic scales on her legs shattered the bite harmlessly.

"Wait... no. This isn’t reflex, it’s the Lich’s doing."

She exhaled sharply. With a single stomp, she crushed the biting head, splattering it across the floor.

While the chaos raged, Frovian ignored the zombies entirely. He stood twenty paces from the Lich, his hands enveloped in flames.

"To use such crude puppets... it’s an admission of your own magical mediocrity."

Frovian sneered, his ego radiating like a sun.

"A true master doesn’t need a curtain of meat to hide behind..."

The Lich raised its spine staff, clearly annoyed by Frovian’s sharp tongue. Suddenly, the shadows beneath Frovian’s feet erupted like skeletal hands, clawing at him and trying to drag him into the bone strewn floor.

Frovian, unshaken, ignited the flames around his palms and coated himself in fire. The inferno illuminated the area, and the shadowy hands shrieked and recoiled, snuffed out by the intense heat. Thanks to his moist, amphibious physiology, the flames didn’t consume him, he remained perfectly unharmed, a blazing figure of defiance.