Chapter 199: Five-Headed Dragon Beast
Singo pulled out his torch and continued forward. Before them loomed row after row of cold, iron doors—some faintly echoing with eerie roars, agonized screams, or the sharp, grating sound of claws scraping against steel.
"Looks like there are a lot of monsters here," Singo said. "Let's pick a quiet one and check it out."
"Alright."
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang selected the door with the least noise, carefully sliding back the bolt before gently pushing it open.
Stuffed Bun followed closely behind, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.
This laboratory felt like a forgotten corner of the world—thick with the stench of blood, the breath of death. Dim and shadowed, only the faint flicker of Stuffed Bun’s candle lit up the immediate area, casting long, trembling shadows. The cold gleam of sterile, metallic equipment scattered around sent chills down their spines.
Stuffed Bun held the torch high, whispering, "I... I think I heard breathing."
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang gripped his battle axe tighter and stepped forward, pressing his ear to the silence. Sure enough, a faint, rhythmic flow of air reached his ears.
He stared into the dark depths of the lab, where something massive seemed to rise and fall—undulating beneath the shadows.
"Prepare for battle."
But the creature had already sensed their presence.
Suddenly, a line of dragon-head torches flared to life, their azure-blue flames flooding the entire chamber with an eerie glow. The shadows recoiled, revealing the monstrous truth at the far end.
—A body nearly six meters long, stitched together from the remains of countless creatures. Five reptilian heads, each grotesque and terrifying, were fused to the twisted torso. The seams were visible—thick, uneven stitches still clinging to the flesh.
The creature’s emaciated frame was little more than bone wrapped in thin, patchy white scales, the skin beneath sagging and wrinkled like old parchment. Before it lay a grisly mess—broken bones, chunks of raw meat, surgical knives smeared with blood, silver needles, and saws—all strewn about, giving off a sickening, cloying stench.
Its limbs were shackled to a massive metallic platform, rusted iron chains binding its body completely, rendering it immobile. Each head remained closed, its breathing slow and deep—obviously deep in slumber.
"What... the hell is this thing?" Stuffed Bun paled, his stomach churning. Beyond the sheer horror, the white scales triggered a wave of unpleasant memories.
Singo stepped forward, noticing a small plaque beside the metal bed.
"Serial Number 66: 【Five-Headed Dragon Beast】"
"Presented in honor of the great Five-Colored Dragon Queen."
"This is a failed creation. The filthy bloodline was never purified by noble dragon blood. It lacks intelligence, and it doesn’t even deserve to be called a dragon. Forgive me, Tiamat, for crafting such a wretched imitation—Wagner, December 1st, Year 1387 of the Third Era."
Stuffed Bun pressed a hand to his chest, trembling. "Another one of that old bastard’s monsters... lucky he’s locked up. At least he doesn’t have illusions or anything."
Singo smirked coldly. "Hmph."
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang frowned, rubbing his bald head. "Wait—did you two run into some kind of illusion earlier? I didn’t even know that was possible."
"Uh—" Singo hadn’t even begun to respond when Stuffed Bun lunged forward, clamping a hand over his mouth with a nervous grin. "Nope! Nothing! Nothing at all!"
But his panic was too obvious. His foot slipped on a scattered surgical knife, sending a sharp clang echoing through the chamber.
"Ugh... aaaaah—"
A chorus of guttural, rasping roars erupted—low, deep, and unnervingly resonant, as if the sound vibrated in the very air.
Stuffed Bun froze, his face drained of color, sweat pouring down his temples as he turned.
The Five-Headed Dragon Beast’s five eyes snapped open—pupils dilated with hunger. Long, sinuous necks writhed with agitation. The skeletal heads, sunken like skulls, dripped thick, viscous saliva.
Born forgotten, abandoned by Wagner decades ago, it hadn’t eaten in years. And now, fresh, warm blood—humans—stood before it. A feast.
Stuffed Bun stammered, "It’s… it’s trapped. It can’t move. It won’t make it."
But his words were cut short.
Creak… creak…
The rusted shackles groaned, the metal platform trembling violently as the monster strained against its bonds.
Crack!
A sharp, splintering sound split the air.
The Five-Headed Dragon Beast, driven by primal hunger, tore through the ancient chains with a burst of terrifying strength.
"ROOOOAR!"
Five heads lifted in unison, roaring in triumph. Five pairs of hungry eyes locked onto the group. Corrosive mucus dripped from their jaws, hitting the floor with plink—each drop carving tiny craters in the stone.
Singo stared at the beast, teeth clenched. "Stuffed Bun… I told you I should’ve let War狂 kill you."
Stuffed Bun backed away, voice cracking. "How was I supposed to know it would wake up? This thing must’ve been sleeping for centuries!"
"Move aside. Let me handle this."
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang stepped forward without hesitation, Battle Axe in hand, facing the monster head-on. But even he—mighty as he was—knew the odds. Without Xia Ye Qiu Yu’s magic or spell support, he was outmatched.
【Five-Headed Dragon Beast】
Challenge Rating: 8 (3,600 Experience Points)
"Damn… this is bad." Singo spat, quickly drawing his hunting longbow from his back. He nocked an arrow, aiming precisely.
"Five-Colored Dragon!" he cried.
A purple hunter’s mark flared across the beast’s body.
"HAAAH!"
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang roared, slamming his foot into the ground. His eyes burned crimson, steam rising from his body as he entered a Frenzied State. He charged forward, Battle Axe raised high.
"ROOOOAAARRR!"
The beast bellowed, its gaze alight with glee—how dare these tiny things charge at it?
"Frenzied Strike!"
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang leapt, axe descending with all his might—aimed at one of the creature’s necks.
CLANG!
Sparks flew as the axe struck the thick, armored scale.
Even through the scales, the warrior’s strength sent a shockwave through the beast. Blood and meat tore open in a violent gash.
The Five-Headed Dragon Beast roared in pain, twisting its massive body. Two of its heads lunged forward, blocking the view, their jaws snapping like vices—overwhelming in size and power.
If those razor-sharp fangs pierced through Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang’s thick hide, even a Barbarian would be skewered in an instant.
Singo yelled from afar, "Stuffed Bun!"
"I’m coming, War Fury Brother!"
Seizing the moment, Stuffed Bun darted in from the side, driving his sword deep into the beast’s exposed, raw flesh.
"Tide of Armor Classtions!"
He activated his warrior ability—movements blurring into a streak of motion. His arms became a whirlwind, slashing again and again, carving bloody wounds across the creature’s body.
"Aaagh!"
The beast howled, reeling from the pain.
But it had five heads.
Three more snapped toward Stuffed Bun in unison. Massive claws slammed down again and again.
Even with Tide of Armor Classtions, he was overwhelmed—dodging frantically like a grasshopper, weaving in and out, unable to counterattack.
THUD!
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang took the brunt of the assault—struck square in the chest by the beast’s thick, whip-like tail. He was flung backward, flying several meters before crashing into the wall, rolling across the floor for over ten rolls before finally slamming hard into the stone.
(End of Chapter)
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