Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You

Vol. 3 Ch. 28

"LEON! ANG!!!"

Since the start of tonight's battle, the only words Leon had heard from Konstantin's mouth were those two. 

Madness, rage, fury—all consuming. If he got the chance, Konstantin would undoubtedly tear Leon into pieces without hesitation. 

In life, he had been a bloodthirsty dragon, always eager to fight. 

And after death, turned into a stitched-together monster, his emotions were reduced to a single desire: vengeance. 

Leon, along with the Melkvey sisters, had battled this beast through countless rounds, using every strategy they had. But rather than causing damage, they hadn’t even made Konstantin flinch in pain, not even once.

He was like an unstoppable killing machine, tireless, immune to suffering. After being resurrected, he had one goal: to kill Leon.

How could a living man defeat something already dead? After all, the opponent had nothing left to lose—not even its life.

The immense surge of electrical power dissipated again from Konstantin’s body. 

Leon had launched multiple attacks in just a few seconds, but the result was nothing more than "loud thunder, but little rain."

In simpler terms—it was like giving a deep-tissue massage.

Leon pulled back to a safe distance, staring at the flickers of remaining electricity in his hands, and for the first time, doubt crept into his confidence.

"Brother-in-law, put some effort into it, will you? You’re just giving him a back rub!" Isha's pressure came in the form of sarcastic commentary.

Leon threw his hands up in exasperation.

"How do you want me to give it more? I’m trying my best here!"

"Don't give up, brother-in-law. Let’s turn this losing battle into a comeback!" Isha transformed the tension into motivation with a bad joke.

Leon sighed, clapping his hands together.

"You’re right, but this is Konstantin."

"Stitched together from the organs of dangerous beasts like the Steel Mammoth and Flame Gorilla, among a dozen others."

"He has impenetrable defense, and his counterattacks are deadly."

"His long-range attacks—stronger than when he was alive."

"And regeneration? I scrape off a bit of health, and two seconds later, the wound is healed."

"This thing is the supermodel of stitched monsters."

In this bizarre, magical world of Samael, the strong were never in short supply. 

They were the chosen ones, the singular, the game-breakers.

But Leon Cosmod? He was something different.

For a long time, he hadn’t been the chosen one or the singular. He wasn’t the current meta. 

He was the *creator* of the meta.

In the battles of the past, General Leon had dominated his enemies with ridiculous numbers. Whether it was flying dragons, ground dragons, or sea dragons—blue, white, or gold—Leon would overpower them all with brute force.

He was a "numbers beast."

But today, Leon finally understood the phrase "there’s always a bigger mountain."

It took a stitched-together monster to defeat a numbers beast—this was practically a universal truth.

The body of the Steel Mammoth was a direct counter to Leon's lightning power.

If it were just the Steel Mammoth, Leon could’ve used other tactics to subdue it.

But the problem was that resurrected Konstantin was more than just a mammoth. His body was stitched together from the best traits of too many dangerous creatures. No matter how overpowered Leon was, he couldn’t outmatch something like that.

"Oh right, brother-in-law, didn’t you say you still had a big move left?" 

Isha glanced over at Leon. "Now might be the time to use it."

"Uh…"

"What’s wrong?"

After a moment, Isha seemed to realize something. "That big move… is it one of those where the side effects could break all your meridians or outright kill you?"

Leon chuckled wryly. "Well, that’s what the book says, anyway."

"You’re a real bookworm, aren’t you, brother-in-law?"

Rosvisser waved her hand, interrupting the back-and-forth between Leon and her sister.

"I think Leon was right earlier. The situation is tough, but it’s not desperate enough for a move like that."

Rosvisser said, "I still have a trump card, but I need you both to buy me some time."

Leon and Isha exchanged glances.

"What’s the trump card?" Isha asked.

"Primordial magic."

At the mention of it, Isha’s eyes widened slightly. "The kind that was lost to history? The ancient, powerful magic? When did you learn that?"

Rosvisser lowered her silver gaze, staring at her palm. "I wouldn’t say I’ve learned it… So far, I can only gather the Primordial energy, but I don’t know how to shape it into different forms of magic yet."

She looked up at the approaching monster, the unwavering determination and resolve of a queen shining in her silver dragon eyes.

"But I have to try. Who knows, maybe it’ll work."

This wasn’t an impulsive decision. 

In their earlier research on Primordial magic, she and Leon had discovered that it dealt damage fundamentally different from modern magic.

Put simply, it operated on an entirely different damage system.

After all, this was a “god-tier” technique hidden by the ancestors, and it had to have something special about it.

So, in a situation where elemental magic and physical attacks were ineffective against Konstantin, Primordial magic might just have the key.

"Alright. We’ll buy you as much time as we can." 

Leon trusted her. After all the practice, it was time to put that Primordial magic to use.

Rosvisser nodded, beginning to gather the Primordial energy.

Leon and Isha charged toward the monster.

They clashed once more.

Leon’s mana reserves were nearly depleted, so he had to rely on his physical technique, Nine Gates of Hell, to buy time.

Isha, in her dragon form, stood as a massive obstacle, directly opposing Konstantin.

They fought well together, managing to hold the beast off for now.

But it wouldn’t last.

They couldn’t match the endurance or power of a killing machine driven solely by vengeance.

All they could do was stall as long as possible until Rosvisser gathered enough Primordial power.

"ROAR!!!"

Konstantin bellowed, swinging his massive tail, smashing the dragon-form Isha dozens of meters away.

Leon seized the opening, instantly activating the Fifth Gate of Hell, 'Stellar Momentum,' and struck Konstantin’s ribcage with precision.

Though it dealt some damage, it was far from lethal.

Instead, it only enraged the beast further.

Konstantin howled, swinging his massive Flame Gorilla arm at Leon.

Leon leaped, barely dodging the strike, but the shockwave still hit him.

After several exchanges, both Leon and Isha bore fresh wounds.

But Konstantin’s health bar? Completely untouched.

Meanwhile, off in the distance, Scott, watching the battle, popped open a bottle of champagne.

"Feil, if I bring Leon’s head back to Lord Ailandi, what kind of reward do you think I’ll get?"

The Ironwing Dragon King, standing next to him, glanced over, uninterested in the human world’s rewards. He only knew one thing—don’t start celebrating before the fight is truly over.

"Probably a generous one, Mr. Scott," Feil replied.

Scott laughed smugly. "I’ve never seen Leon in such a pathetic state. Back when he was in the Dragon Slayer Corps, he was always the most arrogant."

"Is that so?" Feil responded blandly.

Those with different allegiances often gave biased opinions, and Feil knew this well.

Just as Scott prepared to keep boasting, Feil furrowed his brow and pointed toward the battlefield.

"It looks like they have a new move, Mr. Scott."

"A new move?"

Scott squinted.

Sure enough, the silver-haired woman seemed to be gathering a completely different kind of power.

Scott’s eyes widened in realization.

"That’s… Primordial power! That silver dragon… she actually wields Primordial magic?!"

Feil scratched his head, also recognizing the energy Rosvisser was gathering. After all, he had stolen part of the Noah Force during the expedition to the Far North.

Even so, Feil was surprised.

A Dragon Queen who had never even touched Noah’s power was using Primordial magic…

Incredible.

"Mr. Scott, do you think this ultimate creation of yours can withstand a strike from Primordial power?" Feil asked.

Sweat trickled down Scott’s brow as he swallowed, his voice low.

"Who said it has to withstand it?"

"Oh? So, this killing machine has a strategy?"

"Of course. It’s not just some mindless stitched-together zombie. Watch—Konstantin will complete his mission perfectly."

Though Scott spoke confidently, he couldn’t help but sweat.

The shadow of Leon still loomed large over the Empire. Who knew what kind of godlike power that silver dragon wife of his might unleash?

Back on the battlefield, Rosvisser held a radiant ball of pure white Primordial power in her hand.

Leon stared at the light, his eyes slightly trembling.

In all their practice sessions, Rosvisser had never managed to gather Primordial power with such purity.

It seemed like she was truly giving it her all this time.

The wind stirred by the energy lightly tugged at her silver hair, her dragon pupils unwavering with determination.

"It’s time."

With those words, the Dragon Queen became a silver blur, rushing toward Konstantin.

For the first time, the once-fearless monster hes

itated, sensing the terrifying purity of her power.

Primordial power was the ancient force passed down by the dragon ancestors, exerting a bloodline-level suppression on dragonkind.

Even though Konstantin had been reduced to a mere dragon’s head, the suppression was still undeniable.

Rosvisser’s figure darted, and before Konstantin could react, she leaped and unleashed the purest Primordial energy right into him.

The light engulfed Konstantin in an instant.

The effect wasn’t as flashy as the previous elemental magic, but everyone on the battlefield was deeply shaken by the sheer magnitude of this power.

Even Rosvisser herself seemed slightly in disbelief.

"The Primordial force… It’s truly incredible."

As the light began to fade, Konstantin was nowhere to be seen.

Rosvisser furrowed her brow. "How…?"

Leon and Isha rushed over. "Did it work?"

"He’s been obliterated. It must’ve worked," Isha said.

Rosvisser, however, shook her head. "Something’s off… I know I hit him, but—"

**Thump.**

**Thump.**

Suddenly, the heavy sound of footsteps echoed from the side.

They turned to see the monstrous creature still standing there.

Even after losing half his body to Rosvisser’s attack, he hadn’t stopped.

Isha stared in disbelief at the grotesque remains. "How the hell did he survive that?!"

"He didn’t," Leon replied. "He… escaped."

"Escaped? But at such close range, even Rosvisser, an expert in speed, couldn’t escape. How did he, with such a bulky body, manage to teleport away?"

Leon slowly exhaled… then started laughing.

Rosvisser and Isha blinked in confusion.

W-What?

Did the fight drive him mad?

They had just missed their best shot at ending this crisis, and now he was laughing?

"Leon… have you figured something out?" Rosvisser asked breathlessly. The Primordial magic had drained her, leaving her body incredibly weak.

"Konstantin didn’t teleport."

Leon raised his hand, pointing at his chest.

"He used space magic."

"Space magic?"

The sisters followed Leon’s gaze.

There, on the remaining half of Konstantin’s chest, they spotted a black, glowing dragon scale.

Rosvisser’s eyes widened. "That’s Blythe’s heartscale!"

The Black Sun Dragon King, Blythe—one of the dragon kings who specialized in space magic, had been slain by Leon along with the Chaotic Dragon King, Jagus.

"I knew it! Stitching together so many dangerous beasts, and even dragon kings… It had to involve some dark technology," Leon said, stepping forward.

"And that explains how he suddenly appeared at the Red Dragon Palace for this ambush. He used space magic."

"W-Wait, Leon!" Rosvisser called out in concern. "Even if we understand his body’s structure, we still don’t have a way to beat him. I… I can’t gather enough power for a second Primordial attack."

There was a hint of guilt in her voice.

"It’s okay, love. We’ve already won."

"Wh-What?"

"I said, we’ve already won."

Wait—what did he just say?

"Brother-in-law, what do you mean?" Isha asked.

Leon slowly raised his right hand.

"It’s not about what I plan to do—it’s about what I’ve already done."

Isha didn’t get it.

But Rosvisser, after a brief moment of thought, understood what Leon meant.

"I see…"

She whispered softly, a proud smile curling at her lips.

Konstantin, dragging his broken body, charged at Leon again.

But this time, Leon’s response was simple:

A snap of his fingers.

*Snap!*

A spark of electricity flickered at his fingertips.

At the same moment, the heartscale on Konstantin’s chest glowed with blue light.

The light intensified… and then—

**BOOM!**

Konstantin’s body exploded, the stitched-together organs and limbs of various dangerous beasts scattering in every direction.

Lightning crackled, light danced, and smoke billowed.

"W-What the hell… Rosvisser, your husband had this trick up his sleeve the whole time? We worked so hard for nothing!" Isha shouted.

Rosvisser shook her head with a bitter smile. "He only realized it was possible after he saw Blythe’s heartscale."

"Wait… I still don’t get it."

"I’ll explain later."

So, he had kept Blythe’s heartscale, even though he knew the Empire would try to recover it, just for this moment…

Rosvisser couldn’t help but feel a little proud as she watched the man standing in the firelight, shaking off the remaining electricity from his hand.

Leon stepped forward and, for the second time, planted his foot on Konstantin’s head.

"I told you, Konstantin. Winning the revival game means nothing. It’s the championship that counts."