Monster Verse: Indominus Rex

Chapter 67: 50K



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She moved.

The Queen—bloated, pale, her limbs fused to stone—began to rise.

A thousand years of stillness peeled away like dead skin.

Three massive legs slammed down with unnatural strength, lifting her fungal like form into the foul air.

From beneath her distended belly, a curtain of translucent eggs and twitching sacs pulsed.

A sharp, sucking sound echoed through the chamber as a fissure opened under her chest—and something stepped out.

Not slithered.

Stepped.

The newborn was sleek, armored in jagged obsidian plates. 

Its eyes burned with awareness.

Not a mindless drone.

This one knew how to kill.

"She's birthing new spawn," Gray growled, her breath ragged but steady.

Her silver scales shimmered dully in the faint bioluminescence of the brood chamber, pitted with acid burns and caked blood. 

One wing hung lower, fractured. A chunk of horn was missing. 

But her claws remained sharp, and her stance never wavered.

The new Taotie charged.

Gray moved—fluid, calculated.

She ducked its lunge, tail coiling and snapping forward like a whip. 

The creature was fast—it dodged, twisting mid-air, landing on all fours behind her. 

Gray didn't flinch. She turned, swept low, and raked her claws across its underbelly. 

Sparks. A scream. Not dead.

It spun, slashed.

She reared back just enough—felt its claws scrape her side. 

Pain bloomed, but she absorbed it, twisted, and launched a blast of plasma breath into its face.

It reeled, blinded.

She lunged, pinned it, and tore its throat out.

The corpse hadn't hit the ground when the Queen shrieked—a wet, boiling sound that reverberated through the chamber.

All around her, spawn erupted from the walls. 

Hundreds. Thousands. Lesser Taotie—feral, eyeless, twitching. 

They surged like locusts toward Gray, acid drooling from their maws.

"Move back. I will deal with this."

"No," Gray said, panting. 

"She's mine."

She sprinted into the fray.

He was watching. He would let her lead. For now.

Just a presence in her mind. Deep. Vast. Silent acknowledgment.

The Queen shrieked again, launching acidic bile across the chamber. 

It sprayed over her own spawn—turning them feral. 

The creatures lost all sense of formation and rushed Gray in a frenzy.

Gray rose to her full height, wings flaring despite the pain.

"Come, then," she whispered to the swarm. 

"Let's see how many you can lose."

She leapt into the center of the horde, claws spinning, teeth bared.

She didn't slash—she butchered.

Three fell to her first strike—limbs severed. 

Two more exploded under a tail slam that sent a shockwave through the ground. 

Plasma ignited along her throat and she exhaled a sweeping cone of fire, clearing a swath ten meters wide.

They kept coming.

She took hits.

Acid burned into her left foreleg. She crushed the spawn that delivered it underfoot, even as her scales hissed and peeled.

She tore one off her back and bit its skull in half.

She flipped mid-air, landed on a ridge, and launched two darts from her shoulder harness into the next wave. 

They detonated, blowing apart bodies in a spray of flesh and bile.

Then—

The Queen moved again.

Not forward.

Down.

A second fissure opened beneath her.

Tentacles slithered out—thin, whip-like, tipped with bone spines.

Gray snarled and leapt backward as one shot toward her. 

It grazed her thigh—blood spurted. She twisted in mid-air and blasted the source with plasma. 

The Queen hissed and recoiled, but the tentacles kept coming—six, then ten, then twenty.

One wrapped her wing.

Another her leg.

They yanked her down toward the birthing pit.

Gray roared.

She thrashed, tore loose, launched herself upward—but another wrapped her neck.

"NO!"

She plunged, crashing into the brood floor.

Darkness swarmed her. 

The Queen leaned over, mandibles chittering, releasing pheromones thick with mockery.

The tentacles tightened.

The Queen opened her mouth.

Gray's eyes narrowed.

Her breath grew shallow.

Then—

She smiled.

"I'm not done."

With a roar, she activated the energy core embedded in her sternum.

The detonation wasn't nuclear—but it might as well have been.

A ring of compressed force exploded outward, incinerating the tentacles, shattering the floor, and slamming the Queen back into her birthing wall.

Gray rose from the smoke, bleeding, gasping.

Her wings barely held her upright. Her body trembled.

She could barely move.

The Queen screamed, seething, and began to charge.

Gray raised her claws again—but she wouldn't survive another round.

And then—

The mountain shuddered.

Everything paused.

The Queen stopped.

Every Taotie spawn froze mid-step.

Because they all felt it.

"Fall Back"

He was taking action.

A shaft of blinding white split the ceiling as it cracked and disintegrated.

Miraluz descended.

His body was larger than the brood chamber itself, coiling through the air with impossible grace. Wings vast as city blocks. 

His glowing eyes locked onto the Queen—not with fury.

With judgment.

She shrieked in panic, rearing back, unleashing her entire arsenal—bolts of dark lightning, spines, bile, pure kinetic force.

He didn't dodge.

He didn't need to.

The attacks evaporated against the heat of his presence.

Miraluz opened his jaws.

And the world ended.

A beam of atomic fire, blinding and absolute, roared down from his mouth and consumed the Queen. 

Not in a single line—but in a widening storm that annihilated her.

Her body exploded mid-scream.

The entire hive died in one breath.

Ash swept outward.

The brood chamber vaporized.

[You have killed the Taotie Queen. Gene Points +50,000]

Silence followed.

And in the crater, in the smoldering void, two dragons remained.

Gray—on one knee, smoking, scorched, victorious.

Miraluz—hovering in the air above her, bathed in light.

No words passed between them.

None were needed.

The Queen was dead.

The swarm was broken.

They had won.


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