MY HIDDEN TALENT IS FORBIDDEN BY THE HEAVENS-Chapter 133: THE BLACK STEEL TYRANT
Chapter 133 — THE BLACK STEEL TYRANT
The chamber ceiling shattered.
Stone slabs the size of carriages tore free and crashed downward as the three remaining iron golems raised their arms in synchronized motion. The anchor at the center pulsed violently, light turning from silver to deep, oppressive black.
Zehell didn’t think.
She moved.
Her body slammed into Long Hao’s, forcing him sideways as a slab obliterated the ground where he had been standing.
The impact threw both of them hard against the chamber wall.
Dust filled the air.
Metal screamed.
Bronze Squad scattered.
"Spread out!" Marek roared.
The three iron golems stopped mid-motion.
Their bodies trembled.
Cracked.
Not from damage.
From internal strain.
Amber cores shifted to white.
Then—
Black.
The iron plating began to melt inward, not outward. The three massive forms collapsed toward each other, metal flowing like liquid gravity pulling itself to a single point.
Colby stared in disbelief.
"That’s not three anymore..."
The molten mass fused midair, suspended by unseen force.
The chamber darkened completely.
The anchor at the center shrieked—a high-frequency vibration that rattled bone.
Long Hao forced himself upright.
Inside—
The triangular lattice convulsed violently.
Longyu’s voice was sharp.
"Entity forming!"
The silver fragment spoke colder than before.
"Guardian tier exceeded."
The molten iron twisted.
Elongated.
A spine formed first—segmented black steel vertebrae locking into place one by one with thunderous metallic cracks.
Then ribs.
Wings.
Massive, jagged wings unfolded from liquid steel, hardening into bladed edges that scraped the cavern ceiling.
A head emerged last.
Long.
Angular.
Horns sweeping backward like forged scythes.
Two hollow sockets ignited with molten gold.
The creature inhaled—
And the air bent toward it.
Final Guardian: Black Steel Dragon.
The chamber trembled under its weight as it descended from suspended formation, claws digging into stone.
Its body was not organic.
It was forged.
Layered black steel plates overlapping like armor scaled by a master craftsman. Between the seams, faint lines of glowing script pulsed rhythmically.
Zehell’s voice was low.
"That’s not a golem."
Long Hao swallowed.
"No."
The dragon’s gaze fixed directly on him.
Not Bronze Squad.
Not Zehell.
Him.
Inside—
The silver fragment whispered.
"Authority challenge."
Longyu added:
"It rejects conditional governance."
The dragon moved.
Not lumbering.
Not slow.
It blurred.
Its tail whipped across the chamber, shattering pillars like brittle sticks.
Colby barely rolled beneath the arc, the wind pressure alone slamming him into the far wall.
Marek charged instinctively, blade igniting in flame as he leapt toward the dragon’s hind leg.
His strike landed—
And bounced.
Sparks exploded.
The dragon’s claw swept sideways.
Marek was sent flying across the chamber, armor cracking on impact.
"MAREK!" Colby shouted.
Zehell stepped forward.
"LYKANA!"
The spectral wolf manifested instantly, larger this time, its translucent fangs glinting against black steel.
Zehell sprinted forward, aura flaring around her like a living storm.
She leapt.
Her spear struck the dragon’s flank precisely between armor plates.
The wolf lunged simultaneously.
The impact echoed like a bell.
The steel dented.
But did not break.
The dragon’s wing snapped forward.
Zehell twisted midair, but the edge clipped her shoulder and sent her crashing hard into stone.
Long Hao felt something inside him tear.
He surged forward without thinking.
A pulse of regulatory force exploded outward from his core, compressing the air around the dragon’s chest.
The steel beast paused—
For half a second.
Then it roared.
The sound was not animalistic.
It was grinding metal amplified through cavern walls.
The pressure wave hurled Long Hao backward violently.
He hit the floor hard enough to crack stone beneath him.
Inside—
The triangular lattice faltered.
The silver fragment spoke sharply.
"Overextension!"
Longyu countered:
"Stabilize!"
The dragon opened its jaws.
Within its throat, molten light gathered.
Colby scrambled upright.
"Move!"
The beam erupted.
A column of condensed black fire tore across the chamber, carving a trench through stone.
Bronze Squad scattered again.
The anchor at the center absorbed part of the blast, its rings glowing white-hot.
Long Hao forced himself to his knees.
This wasn’t a test of element.
This wasn’t escalation in waves.
This was final verification.
The dragon lunged again.
Zehell rolled upright, blood trickling from her shoulder.
She didn’t hesitate.
She ran toward it.
"Zehell!" Long Hao shouted.
She vaulted off a fallen pillar, spear angled downward.
LYKANA roared behind her, the spectral wolf doubling in size as she descended like a meteor.
Her spear struck directly into the dragon’s eye socket.
For a split second—
The black steel cracked.
A fissure of molten gold spidered outward from the impact.
The dragon convulsed violently.
Its wing snapped upward midair, catching Zehell and throwing her across the chamber again.
This time—
She didn’t rise immediately.
Long Hao’s vision narrowed.
Inside—
The silver fragment spoke in a cold calculation.
"Combat viability decreasing."
Longyu’s tone sharpened dangerously.
"He cannot escalate alone."
Long Hao stood slowly.
Blood trickled from his lip.
The dragon turned fully toward him.
It did not rush.
It walked.
Each step deliberate.
A declaration.
You are not enough.
He extended both hands outward.
The triangular lattice flared.
For the first time—
He did not dampen.
He did not regulate.
He issued command.
"Stand down."
The words echoed through the chamber like a decree.
The dragon halted.
Its molten eyes narrowed.
The anchor pulsed violently.
The dragon’s body trembled—
Then rejected.
The command fractured against its armor like brittle glass.
The silver fragment whispered:
"Insufficient synchronization."
The dragon roared again and charged.
Long Hao met it head-on.
He slammed his palm into its chest plate.
Energy exploded outward.
Black and gold collided violently.
For one glorious second—
The dragon was forced backward.
Its claws scraped deep trenches in stone.
Then—
It adapted.
Its internal script shifted.
His regulatory pulse dispersed uselessly across reinforced steel.
The dragon’s head swung sideways.
Its horned skull slammed into his torso.
Long Hao felt ribs crack.
The world spun.
He crashed into the base of the anchor pillar, stone shattering around him.
Zehell forced herself upright at that moment.
Her breathing ragged.
Her aura flickering unstable.
She saw him down.
Something inside her snapped.
She stood slowly.
Speared the ground.
And LYKANA manifested again.
But not as before.
This time—
The spectral wolf was not translucent.
It was solid silver light.
Teeth bared.
Eyes blazing.
Zehell launched forward with a scream that echoed off stone walls.
She moved faster than before.
Faster than the dragon could recalibrate.
Her spear carved a glowing arc across its wing joint.
Metal shrieked.
The wolf tore into its hind leg.
The dragon stumbled.
For the first time—
It bled.
Not red.
Molten gold spilled from cracked seams.
Colby seized the opening, firing specialized piercing arrows into the glowing fractures.
Marek, barely conscious, forced himself up and charged again, driving his blade into the same cracked joint Zehell had opened.
The dragon roared in fury.
Its tail whipped blindly.
Marek was struck mid-charge and sent crashing unconscious across the floor.
Colby ducked—
Too slow.
A wing blade caught him and pinned him against the chamber wall.
Zehell saw both fall.
Her breath hitched.
Long Hao tried to stand—
His legs refused.
The dragon rose fully now.
Wings extended.
Molten cracks sealing.
Armor rehardening.
It inhaled again.
This time deeper.
The chamber trembled violently.
The anchor rings began spinning uncontrollably.
Inside—
The triangular lattice shattered one node again.
Longyu’s voice trembled.
"He cannot win this state."
The silver fragment spoke without emotion.
"Trial failing."
The dragon unleashed its final breath.
A black inferno engulfed the chamber.
Stone liquefied.
Pillars collapsed.
Zehell threw herself toward Long Hao instinctively, wrapping her body over his as the blast consumed everything.
Pain.
Heat.
Impact.
Silence.
Dust settled slowly.
The chamber was ruined.
Half-collapsed.
The anchor dim.
The dragon stood at the center of destruction.
Unbroken.
Zehell lay half-conscious over Long Hao.
Her armor scorched.
Her breathing shallow.
He opened his eyes weakly.
The dragon stepped forward once more.
Unhurried.
Unstoppable.
It raised its claw—
And the chamber floor cracked completely beneath them.
They fell.
Not far.
But into darkness below.
The dragon watched from above.
Molten eyes glowing in the fading light.
And then—
It did not pursue.
It turned.
Returned to the anchor.
Guardian undefeated.
Long Hao and Zehell hit stone below hard.
Silence swallowed them.
Above—
The Black Steel Dragon coiled around the anchor pillar.
Victorious.
[Chapter ENDS]
