Monster Verse: Indominus Rex

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The ground trembled under a sky cleared of dust and despair.

The storm had parted, but what replaced it was more overwhelming: a massive, silver-winged dragon hovering above the battlefield, radiating primal fury and unmatched dominance.

"That is..." Shao Yong's voice cracked, the rest of his words stolen by the pressure in the air.

The five generals and Military Advisor Wang instinctively shielded their ears, but it made no difference.

The sheer force of the blast sent shockwaves through their bodies, rattling bones and pounding against their chests like a thousand drums.

All across the Great Wall, soldiers of the Nameless Order dropped to their knees or collapsed entirely, gasping for air as the invisible grip of dread closed in.

An aura of power blanketed the entire region.

To stand beneath that roar was to face the weight of the heavens pressing down upon one's soul.

From the cleared sky descended an enormous creature—silver-white scales gleaming in the sun, wings spread over 300 meters wide, its upright body towering with imperial majesty.

Then it soared another, smaller dragon, followed by flocks of flying reptiles—mutant pterosaurs—and behind them, a horde of land-based mutant dinosaurs.

"It's him!! Miraluz, the Dinosaur King of Isla Nublar!"

Military Advisor Wang cried, still sprawled on the ground, eyes wide with disbelief.

The name alone sent a jolt through every officer in the room.

Only a week earlier, in San Francisco, the world had been shaken when Miraluz led a coordinated assault against the American Army during their campaign against the resurgent ape tribes.

The division had been annihilated in mere minutes.

Up until that moment, the existence of these mutant dinosaurs had remained restricted to the highest tiers of military intelligence.

But after the San Francisco incident, their presence was undeniable.

Miraluz had emerged as a new apex force—a living weapon without allegiance to any human faction.

"How did they get here so fast?" Lin Mei asked, stunned.

"It doesn't matter," Shao Yong answered grimly.

"The real question is, are they friend or foe?"

"They might not be here for us," Wang interjected, forcing himself upright.

"Think about it. In San Francisco, they targeted the apes. Now here, they arrive when the Taotie push their hardest."

"Are you saying... Miraluz is hunting other monsters?" General Wei of the Deer Army asked.

Before anyone could answer, the battlefield below erupted again.

"Sonic Pulse"

As if responding directly to the dragon's roar, thousands of Taotie beast soldiers began to convulse, their forms quaking violently.

With a series of grotesque bursts, their torsos expanded, skin rupturing, blood spraying like geysers.

Their internal structures collapsed under a force they couldn't resist.

One by one, they exploded.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

"Good god..." General Ma whispered.

Within seconds, tens of thousands of Taotie beast soldiers were wiped out—a massive swath of the battlefield cleared by the sheer force of Miraluz's sonic power.

The roar had not only shattered morale, but it had also shattered bodies.

The spectacle was horrifying and humbling.

"If he had aimed that at us... the Wall would be dust," Wang muttered.

Next came the aerial assault.

Flocks of mutated pterosaurs swooped down, each clutching razor-clawed land dinosaurs in their talons.

Like paratroopers, the dinosaurs were dropped into the heart of the Taotie horde.

As their clawed feet touched down, the massacre began.

Therizinosaurs carved through ranks of Taotie with their scythe-like claws, dismembering anything within reach.

Carnotaurus and Allosaurus barreled through formations, snapping spines and tossing corpses into the air.

Packs of Velociraptors darted beneath larger beasts, slashing at tendons and throats.

Even the tiny Compsognathus swarmed over downed Taotie, ripping flesh with impossible ferocity.

Each species fought with a distinct style, yet they were an unstoppable tide.

Overhead, pterosaurs dove and ripped through glider-class Taotie or dropped boulders onto groups of them before veering off to loop around for another strike.

Mutated Dilophosaurs, mounted on armored raptors, spit blinding venom into charging beasts before finishing them off.

The air was alive with shrieks, fire, and the unrelenting symphony of destruction.

"They are hunting," Lin Mei said, amazed.

"Their numbers are small, but their impact is massive," said General Wei.

"They broke through a front we could barely hold."

The formation of the mutant dinosaurs was no longer chaotic.

Under AZ114's influence, they organized into a sharp wedge formation and plunged directly into the heart of the enemy.

The Taotie army's ranks shattered.

Waves of beast soldiers collapsed under the pressure of the dinosaurs' raw strength and strategy.

A unit of Dilophosaurus flanked from the right, trapping a Taotie segment in a pincer maneuver.

The left flank folded. The rear was breached.

The battlefield became a killing field.

And all the while, Miraluz circled above, unleashing roars that struck like thunder and light.

Each time he roared, the morale of the Taotie diminished.

It wasn't just dominance—it was terror.

Back atop the Great Wall, Shao Yong remained frozen.

"So... what do we do now?" he finally asked.

Wang was already at the tactical table, recalculating risk vectors and potential collateral.

"Withdraw. Ground all Tiger Army armor behind the secondary wall. Pull back anyone beyond the main gates. Let them fight it out."

"We don't engage?" Lin Mei asked.

"If we strike now," Wang said grimly, "we risk turning this from a three-sided war into a two-front disaster. We don't know what will happen if we attack the dinosaurs. We might become their next target."

"What about Miraluz? Can he be reasoned with?"

"No. Intelligence suggests his only language is domination. We don't interfere unless necessary."

The entire War Council stood in silence as they watched the battlefield shift.

The Taotie, once unstoppable, were now breaking ranks, fleeing, howling, dying.

And in the center of it all—Miraluz.

Not roaring now.

Just watching.

From the edge of the battlefield, grey ash lifted into the sky like a funeral veil.

What moments ago had been a war zone infested with thousands of Taotie beast soldiers was now an incinerated void.

The flames had no shape, only intensity—an overwhelming flood of heat and destruction.

"Atomic"

Miraluz's massive silver-scaled body stood at the epicenter, the last flickers of atomic breath curling from his open jaws.

His burning gaze swept across the smoldering remains of his enemies.

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