The Milf's Dragon-Chapter 55. The Outer-Divinity Descends II

The chamber erupted into chaos.

The Second Seat’s earth manipulation sent jagged spikes of stone erupting from the ground in random patterns, forcing the hunters to scatter. Alfred’s shield rang like a bell as he deflected a spike that would have impaled Garrick, while Seraphine’s Three-Headed Basilisk coiled protectively around its tamer.

But the hollow men weren’t idle. They surged forward in a wave.

"Formation!" Lyra shouted, her dual blades already carving through the first hollow man that reached her. "Don’t let them separate us!"

Isaac planted his recovered shield and created an anchor point, then Felicity positioned herself behind him, arrows flying one after the other, one shot, one kill, one shot, one kill.

Garrick’s Giant Komodo Earth-Dragon crashed into the hollow men’s flank, its massive tail sweeping through their ranks like a living battering ram. Seraphine’s Basilisk joined the assault, its petrifying gaze turning hollow men to stone statues that shattered under subsequent impacts.

But Yuki, Owen, and Odessa had already moved past the hollow men entirely.

Their targets were the cultists themselves.

The Third Seat stood motionless in the chamber’s center, her beautiful, stitched-shut face tilted slightly as if listening to something only she could hear.

Then her body began to change.

The transformation was grotesque and fascinating in equal measure. Her robes tore as her frame expanded, muscles bulging and reshaping. Her pale skin darkened and sprouted patches of scales, fur, and chitinous plates in seemingly random patterns.

Her arms elongated, one ending in massive claws while the other split into multiple tentacles. Her legs reversed their joints, becoming digitigrade and ending in long claws that gouged the stone floor.

Within seconds, the beautiful woman had become a chimera, a twisted amalgamation of predatory features that drew from a dozen different apex predators. A manticore’s mane. Scorpion’s tail. Dragon’s scales. Octopus tentacles. Tiger’s fangs. All merged into a seven-foot-tall nightmare.

The Third Seat’s stitched mouth stretched grotesquely across her transformed face.

"I’ve got the earth mage!" Owen announced, his golden eyes fixed on the Second Seat. "You two handle that chimera!."

"Two against one?" Odessa called out, her Azure Sky Dragon coiling protectively around her. "That seems unfair... for her."

Yuki activated Mana Reinforcement, the translucent membrane of energy wrapping around her body like a second skin. Both her katanas glowed in the magical light.

Owen moved first.

He shot toward the Second Seat with Momentum Shift, his acceleration creating a sonic boom in the enclosed space. The Second Seat’s eyes widened fractionally—the only sign of surprise she allowed herself—before her hands moved in complex gestures.

The floor between them erupted.

A wall of stone shot upward, ten feet thick and reinforced with magical energy. Owen crashed into it at full speed and his Indestructible Scales met the supposedly immovable earth.

The impact created a crater in the wall but didn’t break through.

Owen backflipped away as the wall exploded outward in a shower of stone shrapnel. Each piece was guided by the Second Seat’s magic, turning the defensive fortification into an offensive bombardment.

He weaved through the projectiles, his tail whipping behind him for balance as he pivoted and dodged. His Mana Sense tracked the Second Seat’s magical signature, reading the patterns in her casting even as he evaded.

"Interesting," the Second Seat commented, She didn’t waste movement or mana. Each spell served a purpose, create distance, control terrain, force the opponent into disadvantageous positions. "You’re fast, but speed means nothing if you can’t land a hit."

She slammed her palm into the ground, and the entire chamber floor rippled like water. Stone waves rolled outward from her position, destabilizing footing and creating a constantly shifting battlefield.

Owen’s wings flared for balance, but the restriction field limited his aerial maneuvering. He had to adapt, using his tail as a third point of contact to maintain stability on the undulating floor.

Meanwhile, Yuki and Odessa engaged the chimera.

The Third Seat moved with a horrifying speed for something so large, her reversed-joint legs propelling her forward in bounding leaps that covered long distances. Her clawed arm swept toward Yuki in an arc designed to bisect her at the waist.

But Yuki dropped into a slide, her Mana Reinforcement allowing her to skid across the rough stone without injury. The claw passed inches above her head, close enough that she felt the displacement of air.

She came up swinging, both katanas targeting the chimera’s exposed underbelly. The original blade bit into scale and fur, finding the gaps in the chimera’s patchwork hide. While Veridra’s venomous katana followed a split-second later, the dragon-forged steel penetrating deeper and releasing its corrosive payload.

The Third Seat jerked back as black ichor and blood mixed where Yuki’s blades had struck. But she made no sound with her mouth stitched shut. Instead, her scorpion tail whipped around, the stinger aimed at Yuki’s spine.

"Not happening!" Odessa’s voice rang out.

Her Azure Sky Dragon released a Compressed Water Stream, a lance of hyper-pressurized water that could cut through steel. The stream caught the scorpion tail mid-strike, deflecting it just enough that it missed Yuki by a hair’s breadth.

The stinger punched into the stone floor instead, embedding deep. The Third Seat pulled it free with a wrench of muscle, but the momentary immobilization had created an opening.

Yuki exploited it ruthlessly.

She activated Gust, the C-rank wind spell creating a focused blast that pushed her forward with explosive acceleration. Both katanas extended ahead of her in a double-thrust technique that her B-rank Swordsmanship made look effortless.

The blades punched through the chimera’s shoulder and chest, penetrating vital areas.

But the Third Seat’s tentacle arm wrapped around Yuki mid-strike, multiple appendages coiling around her torso and beginning to squeeze.

Uru reacted instantly.

The primordial slime expanded from Yuki’s head, its gelatinous body stretching and reshaping into dozens of acidic tentacles. They wrapped around the Third Seat’s tentacle arm, secreting Corrosion at maximum output.

The chimera’s flesh began to dissolve with a hissing sound, black smoke rising from the contact points. The Third Seat’s grip loosened, and Yuki tore free, her Mana Reinforcement having protected her from the crushing pressure.

"Odessa!" Yuki called out.

"On it!"

They had only fought together before once, but both were experienced enough to understand tactical coordination. Odessa directed her Azure Sky Dragon to attack from above while Yuki engaged from ground level, creating a pincer that divided the chimera’s attention.

The dragon’s Compressed Water Stream rained down in multiple bursts, each one forcing the Third Seat to dodge or block. While she was focused upward, Yuki struck low, her katanas carving through the chimera’s digitigrade legs with surgical precision.

The Third Seat stumbled as her balance was compromised. Her manticore’s mane bristled with fury as she lashed out with both arms, claws and tentacles attacking in all directions simultaneously.

Yuki parried the claw with her original katana and severed two tentacles with Veridra’s venomous blade. The corrosive properties of the dragon-forged steel ensured those tentacles wouldn’t regenerate quickly.

Uru, still in multi-tentacle form, wrapped around the chimera’s scorpion tail and began dissolving the stinger itself. The primordial slime’s Regeneration meant that even when the Third Seat’s tail thrashed and tore through Uru’s gelatinous body, the damage sealed itself almost instantly.

On the other side of the chamber, Owen and the Second Seat had escalated to a deadly dance of predator and prey, though who was which remained unclear at this point.

The Second Seat had transformed the battlefield into her domain. Stone pillars erupted from the ground in strategic positions, creating a maze that favored her earth magic. Spikes jutted from walls at random intervals. The floor itself had become a weapon, with sections suddenly liquefying into quicksand or hardening into razor-sharp crystalline formations.

Owen navigated it all with his Mana Sense operating at maximum capacity. The S-rank skill let him perceive the flows of magical energy before they manifested as physical threats.

He could feel the Second Seat gathering power for each spell, could track the mana as it channeled through the stone itself.

And with his Magic Affinity, he was learning.

The SSS-grade skill was designed for this: observing, analyzing, and eventually replicating magical techniques. With each earth spell the Second Seat cast, Owen’s understanding of earth manipulation deepened.

"You’re studying me" the Second Seat observed. "Clever. But you won’t have enough time to come up with a counter plan"

She was right. Normally, Magic Affinity needed sustained observation or immersion within the magical effect to fully replicate a skill.

In the heat of combat, with the restriction field limiting his processing power, Owen would need at least a hundred more exchanges before he could reliably cast earth magic himself.

But he didn’t need to cast it right now.

He just needed to disrupt it.

The Second Seat began her most ambitious spell yet. Both hands pressed to the ground, magical circles manifesting in the air around her. The entire chamber began to shake as she prepared to bring the ceiling down on top of everyone.

Owen felt the mana gathering, felt the earth itself responding to her command. His Mana Sense showed him the spell structure, a complex weave of magical energy that would create a controlled collapse, burying the hunters while leaving a protective pocket around the Second Seat herself.

In this moment, he activated Sovereignty of Space-Time.

The world shifted as time slowed and became malleable. Owen felt the familiar drain, the restriction field making each second of activation cost exponentially more mana than it should. He had maybe two seconds before the skill would collapse.

He used the first second to close the distance between himself and the Second Seat. In the slowed time, her eyes widened as she realized what was happening, but her body couldn’t react fast enough to counter.

The second second, Owen drove his clawed hand into the ground directly beside her casting circle.

And he released Dragon’s Aura.

The SS-rank skill manifested as a wave of pure draconic authority that washed over the immediate area. Even weakened by fifty percent, it was enough to disrupt delicate magical constructs with injected directly.

The Second Seat’s spell structure shattered like glass as the mana dissipated harmlessly into the air.

Then time snapped back to normal.

The Second Seat stumbled backward, her spell broken, her concentration shattered. For the first time since the fight began, her composure cracked into a visible frustration.

"Impossible! You’re restricted! You shouldn’t be able to—"

Owen’s tail caught her in the midsection, the impact launching her backward into one of her own stone pillars. The collision created a crater in the rock, dust and debris filling the air.

When it cleared, the Second Seat was still standing, but blood ran from her mouth. Her breathing was labored.

"You’re good, probably the strongest Person I’ve fought" Owen acknowledged, his golden eyes burning with the thrill of combat. "But I’ve fought other beings that make you look like a novice"

He opened his mouth, and his throat began to glow orange.

Dragon’s Breath.

Even at half power, the SS-rank skill was devastating. A cone of flame erupted from Owen’s mouth, the temperature hot enough to melt stone and vaporize flesh.

The Second Seat threw up an earth barrier in desperation, the wall rising just in time to catch the flames. But the barrier was already cracking under the assault, her mana reserves depleting rapidly from both the broken spell and this emergency defense.

She couldn’t hold.

On the other side of the chamber, Yuki and Odessa had driven the Third Seat into a corner.

The chimera was bleeding from dozens of wounds, her regeneration overwhelmed by the combination of Veridra’s venom, Uru’s acid, and the sheer volume of damage. One tentacle arm hung useless, dissolving from Uru’s Corrosion. Her scorpion tail had been severed entirely, the stinger lying in a puddle of acidic slime twenty feet away.

But cornered beasts were the most dangerous.

The Third Seat’s manticore’s mane suddenly bristled outward, and the individual hairs transformed into razor-sharp quills that shot out in all directions.

Battle Intuition gave Yuki a split-second warning. She activated Indomitable Will, the SS-rank skill flooding her system with power as it recognized a critical threat. The boost to her physical capabilities let her move faster, her body blurring as she dodged through the quill storm.

Her Mana Reinforcement absorbed the few quills she couldn’t avoid entirely, the membrane cracking but holding.

Odessa wasn’t as lucky. Several quills found their mark, punching through her light armor and embedding in her shoulder and leg. She cried out in pain, her Azure Sky Dragon immediately coiling protectively around her.

"I’m okay!" Odessa gasped through gritted teeth. "Don’t stop! Finish her!"

Yuki didn’t need to be told twice.

She closed the distance to the chimera in three explosive steps, her Indomitable Will-enhanced strength making her faster and stronger than she had any right to be. Both katanas came up in synchronized strikes.

The original blade took the chimera’s remaining good arm off at the shoulder.

Veridra’s venomous katana found the Third Seat’s throat, the dragon-forged steel cutting through scales, fur, and flesh before emerging from the other side.

The Third Seat’s body went rigid.

Then her body began to collapse, the chimera transformation reversing as her life fled. Within seconds, she was human-shaped again, the beautiful woman with the stitched mouth and eyes lying in a growing pool of her own blood.

The black thread across her lips and eyes finally broke, the stitches tearing free.

And as she died, her mouth opened for the first time in what must have been years, and she released a single, soundless scream as her eyes widened in shock.

Then she was gone.

Yuki pulled her katana free and immediately turned to check on the other fight.

Owen’s Dragon’s Breath had finally overwhelmed the Second Seat’s barrier. The earth wall crumbled, and flames washed over the cultist’s position.

When the fire cleared, the Second Seat was on her knees, her robes burned away, her body covered in severe burns. She looked up at Owen with defiant eyes, blood running from her mouth.

"The Great One... will descend..." she gasped. "You’re... too late..."

Owen’s expression was cold. "We’ll see about that."

His tail swept around and struck her in the head with a crack that echoed through the chamber.

The Second Seat crumpled.

The hollow men, with no cultists to direct them, had already begun to lose coordination. The other hunters were methodically finishing them off, the mindless creatures offering little resistance without leadership.

Silence fell over the chamber as the battle was over.

Lyra sheathed her blades, breathing hard. "Everyone alive?"

A chorus of affirmatives came back, though several hunters were wounded. Isaac was helping Odessa extract the quills from her shoulder, Alfred already preparing healing supplies from his pack.

Yuki moved to Owen’s side. "You okay?"

"Mana’s low from using the Sovereignty," Owen admitted. "But besides that, I’m good. You?"

"I’ll manage."

They both turned to look at the passage the cultists had been defending so desperately. It led deeper into the cave system, toward the heart of the complex.

Toward the ritual chamber.

"Something is down there," Yuki said quietly.

Owen nodded. "And With the Dragon King’s egg."

From deep within the passage, a sound began to echo upward. A rhythmic chanting in a language that hurt to hear.

The ritual had begun.

"We need to move," Owen said. "Now!"

The hunters gathered, wounds hastily treated, and together they ran toward the passage, toward the summoning chamber, toward whatever horror awaited them in the depths.