MY HIDDEN TALENT IS FORBIDDEN BY THE HEAVENS-Chapter 191: THE ROAR THAT SHATTERED CITIES
Chapter 191 — THE ROAR THAT SHATTERED CITIES
The order was given.
It did not tremble.
It did not hesitate.
"Fire."
Across mountains, coastlines, and scorched highways, missile silos opened like iron flowers under a jade sky.
Jets screamed overhead in formation, afterburners blazing through emerald haze.
Armored divisions aligned in layered defensive grids along the dragon’s projected path.
This was not panic anymore.
This was war.
The Jade Dragon moved slowly.
Deliberately.
Its body coiled across the horizon like a mountain range in motion, emerald veins pulsing through its crystalline scales. Every step reshaped terrain beneath it. Every wingbeat sent shockwaves rippling outward in visible rings.
It was not rushing.
It was advancing.
General Rao stood in the war chamber beneath kilometers of reinforced earth.
"Full saturation. No staggered release."
On his mark—
The sky ignited.
Hundreds of missiles launched simultaneously.
From land.
From sea.
From mobile platforms hidden across valleys and deserts.
The air filled with contrails, white streaks converging on a single colossal target.
The Jade Dragon did not look up immediately.
It felt them.
When it finally raised its head—
Its eyes glowed brighter.
The first wave hit.
Explosions swallowed the dragon’s midsection.
Fireballs layered over one another in violent succession. Shockwaves tore through surrounding clouds. Smoke blanketed half the horizon.
Radar screens went blind.
Thermal feeds overloaded.
For five seconds—
There was nothing but fire.
In the bunker, analysts held their breath.
Then—
The smoke thinned.
The dragon emerged.
Unburned.
Its scales refracted the explosions, scattering residual flames like dust.
Missiles detonated against its body without penetrating. The blasts distorted along its crystalline surface and dispersed into harmless shockwaves.
"Second wave!" Rao ordered.
Jets dove through the smoke.
Pilots manually locked on.
Railgun shells launched from naval fleets.
High-velocity penetrators screamed through the air at hypersonic speed.
This time—
Several projectiles struck the same scale cluster repeatedly.
A faint crack appeared.
Barely visible.
But real.
"Target breach point!" a commander shouted.
Tanks below fired coordinated volleys.
Armor-piercing rounds hammered the damaged section relentlessly.
The Jade Dragon finally reacted.
Not in pain.
In acknowledgment.
Its wing beat once.
The shockwave flattened the approaching jets mid-flight.
Not explosion.
Air displacement.
Aircraft were hurled backward like paper toys.
Several slammed into distant hillsides.
Others spun out of control.
Pilots ejected in chaos.
The dragon’s tail moved.
Just a flick.
The movement alone created a pressure wall that ripped armored divisions from the ground. Tanks flipped. Artillery platforms crushed beneath invisible force.
Emerald lightning crawled across its horns.
The ground beneath the advancing infantry cracked open in jagged lines.
Soldiers fell into widening fissures as jade crystal erupted upward through asphalt.
"Fall back!" commanders screamed over open comms.
The dragon opened its mouth.
Not to fire.
To inhale.
The sky bent inward.
Clouds spiraled toward its jaws.
Sound dampened across the battlefield.
In the bunker, instruments spiked violently.
"Energy concentration exceeding prior thresholds!"
"Trajectory unknown!"
The dragon exhaled.
The roar came first.
Not a beam.
Not flame.
A sound.
But not sound as humans understood it.
It was pressure.
It was authority.
It was tectonic command embedded in vibration.
The roar expanded outward in a dome of emerald force.
It did not ripple.
It consumed.
Jets mid-air were reduced to dust before flames could form.
Tanks along the frontline were flattened instantly into metallic sheets.
Entire battalions were thrown backward by invisible walls.
The roar traveled beyond the battlefield.
It did not dissipate at the military perimeter.
It rolled outward.
Into the nearest city.
Windows shattered simultaneously across thousands of buildings.
Skyscrapers swayed.
Concrete cracked.
Bridges collapsed under sudden harmonic resonance.
Subway tunnels caved in as the vibration propagated through underground lines.
People screamed as glass cascaded from above.
Hospitals lost power.
Emergency generators failed under structural overload.
The roar continued.
Across districts.
Through highways.
Into residential zones.
Buildings did not explode.
They imploded.
Their internal supports buckled as if gravity had multiplied.
Streets folded.
Cars were lifted and crushed against walls.
An entire commercial complex collapsed inward in a rising cloud of dust.
In the bunker—
All external audio feeds cut.
Seismic graphs spiked beyond measurable scale.
Rao gripped the edge of the command table.
"Report!"
Static.
Then—
"City Four structural failure across seventy percent grid."
"Civilian casualties unknown."
The roar faded.
But its damage remained.
The Jade Dragon lowered its head slowly.
Its emerald eyes surveyed the devastation it had just wrought.
It had not aimed.
It had not targeted.
It had spoken.
And the world had broken.
Military units attempted regrouping.
Remaining jets circled at safe distance.
Artillery crews repositioned.
But morale had shifted.
This was no longer engagement.
It was survival.
Rao’s voice remained steady despite the tremor beneath his boots.
"All forces maintain evacuation priority. Do not cluster. Avoid direct convergence."
The dragon moved again.
It did not rush toward the academy.
It turned slightly toward another urban cluster beyond the shattered fourth city.
Its claws dug into earth.
Entire highways were uprooted like vines.
A tank battalion attempted flanking maneuver from elevated terrain.
They fired concentrated rounds at the previously cracked scale.
The crack widened marginally.
The dragon’s eye flicked toward them.
It did not roar this time.
It exhaled a narrow emerald beam.
The beam cut across the hillside.
The battalion vanished.
The hillside itself was carved into smooth jade slope.
In coastal waters, naval forces launched final reserve payloads—deep-penetration torpedoes and high-yield kinetic impactors.
The ocean erupted in violent pillars as the dragon’s tail struck water.
Waves rose fifty meters high.
The coastline vanished beneath a wall of crystallized emerald tide.
Destroyers capsized.
Submarines lost structural integrity as jade spread through the water like living frost.
In the bunker—
"Sir... naval grid is gone."
Rao did not close his eyes.
He did not shout.
"Is the containment grid ready?"
"Partial activation possible."
"Do it."
Across the region, massive underground pylons rose from hidden vaults.
Energy barriers flared between them.
A translucent dome formed around the next projected city in the dragon’s path.
The Jade Dragon paused.
Its head tilted slightly.
It advanced.
The dome shimmered as emerald aura pressed against it.
For three seconds—
It held.
Then—
The dragon struck it with its horn.
The dome shattered instantly.
Energy pylons exploded in sequence.
The city’s skyline trembled.
The dragon inhaled again.
Emerald light built in its throat.
General Rao whispered—
"Brace."
The roar came again.
Stronger.
Wider.
The wave expanded beyond the city.
It tore through farmland, flattened rural villages, collapsed highways miles away.
Wind turbines snapped like twigs.
Power lines disintegrated.
The emerald shockwave traveled for hundreds of kilometers before fading.
When it did—
A scar remained across the land.
A long, smooth corridor of jade stretching from battlefield to horizon.
The sky above flickered faintly.
Two.
Still two.
Constraint did not intervene.
Heaven did not descend.
This was origin reclaiming foundation.
In the war room, silence fell.
Casualty numbers flooded screens.
Evacuation counts.
Structural loss percentages.
Critical infrastructure failure reports.
Rao spoke slowly.
"All offensive units stand down."
A colonel turned sharply.
"Sir?"
"We can’t stop it."
Outside—
Smoke rose from five shattered cities.
Emerald crystal spread slowly across fractured terrain.
Military forces retreated to evacuation perimeters.
Jets withdrew to distant airspace.
Artillery fell silent.
The Jade Dragon lifted into the sky once more.
Not exhausted.
Not wounded.
Unchallenged.
Its wings cast shadow over entire regions.
Its roar had redrawn geography.
And now—
It turned toward Azure Dragon.
Toward the fracture.
Toward the remainder.
The military had done everything within human capability.
Missiles.
Jets.
Tanks.
Railguns.
Resonance dampeners.
Containment grids.
Nothing had pierced its core.
Nothing had halted its advance.
The dragon’s emerald eyes locked onto the distant silhouette standing amidst academy ruins.
Its voice rolled across the horizon one final time.
"Foundation reclaims itself."
The earth trembled again.
And the shadow over the academy deepened.
[Chapter ENDS]
