Just when the fanatical atmosphere of war was about to sweep over everything, it was interrupted by a sudden, faint, yet exceptionally clear rhythm of life.
“Ugh…”
An extremely suppressed cry of pain came from the soft grass nest not far away.
Chloe, who had been in a deep coma, arched her body violently, and the black blanket that had been covering her slid off, revealing her body covered in pale golden dragon scale patterns.
Her high, rounded abdomen was heaving violently at this moment, as if something inside was eagerly trying to break out, each palpitation accompanied by a visible, heartbeat-like golden halo spreading outward.
Balthazar’s giant claw, which had just been raised and was about to plan the world map, instantly stalled in mid-air.
As the source of the bloodline, he perceived that palpitation earlier than anyone else.
It was a wondrous connection, as if a part of his own body was separating, and also as if a brand new, tiny, yet tough magnetic field was peeling away from the mother.
In the dark red slit pupils that had been filled with tyranny and desire for conquest, that layer of cold iron color slowly faded away.
Replacing it was a soft light that even he himself had not noticed.
That was not just the possessiveness for an object, but an instinctive joy originating from the depths of his genes for continuing his own existence.
“Step… back.”
He lowered his voice, no longer using that soul-shaking roar, but trying to make this thunderous voice as gentle as possible, fearing to disturb that fragile life currently experiencing pain.
Although the surrounding Kobolds were at a loss, under the drive of dragon might, they quickly scattered, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Balthazar slowly moved his massive body to shield Chloe’s entire body, carefully retracting the high-temperature radiation that could burn the air and the oppressive dragon might from his entire body.
He was like a moving mountain range trying hard not to crush a flower at its feet, inching closer to that nest which, by comparison, was as small as dust.
Those huge dragon eyes were almost pressed to the ground, watching the female knight struggling in pain.
He could see Chloe’s forehead covered in fine cold sweat, her hands gripping the hay beneath her tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.
This was his first offspring.
This was an emotion he had never experienced, not even when he was once human.
The sense of anticipation for witnessing the birth of life made his heart, forged of steel, beat a little faster.
“Chloe!”
An exclamation broke the silence.
Olga’s fanatical expression, which had originally been immersed in the blueprint of revenge, instantly disappeared without a trace.
She grabbed her black robe, lifted her complicated, tattered long skirt, and without even caring about the elegance of a spellcaster, rushed to Chloe’s side.
Ignoring the scorching aura emitting from Chloe that had a strong repulsion towards non-dragon creatures, she knelt directly beside the hay pile and reached out to hold the female knight’s trembling hand. This story is hosted at novelping.com.
“Hold on, Chloe, I’m here, I’ve always been here.”
Olga’s voice carried a rare anxiety and tenderness.
With her other hand, she quickly drew a purple magic rune in the air, and a gentle shadow energy lightly enveloped Chloe’s abdomen, attempting to alleviate her pain.
“…The dragon spawn is about to be born. Her body is undergoing its final transformation to adapt to the delivery.”
Olga turned her head to look at Balthazar, her eyes no longer holding that fanatical revenge, but a solemnity and plea like a female elder.
“Please grant her strength, Your Majesty. She is the mother body nurturing a miracle for you; she needs to feel your… guidance.”
Balthazar did not speak, but followed his instinct, slowly extending the tip of his most flexible foreclaw.
Those sharp claws, capable of cutting through alloy, now retracted all killing intent, not even daring to directly touch Chloe’s skin, just hovering a few centimeters above her abdomen.
A pure, warm dragon might flowed out along his fingertip, wrapping around Chloe like invisible amniotic fluid.
“Ugh… Ah!”
Chloe suddenly raised her neck, letting out a long cry mixed with pain and release.
Following this cry, a dazzling golden light erupted from beneath her, illuminating the entire dim cave.
“Wow! Aaaaaah!”
The golden light gradually subsided with an energy hum like a cry, and in the center of the soft grass pile that had been baked dry and scorched yellow by the high temperature, an elliptical sphere the size of an adult’s head lay there quietly.
A dragon egg.
Its eggshell presented a deep obsidian luster, the surface covered with dark red natural patterns like flowing magma.
Every time the patterns flickered, they radiated a circle of visible heat waves to the surroundings, the air around it slightly distorting due to this high temperature.
The Main God’s reminder appeared in Balthazar’s mind at this moment.
[System Prompt: Valid offspring detected, birth successful]
[Mother: Variant Hybrid Dark Elf (Dragonblood Candidate) | Father: Ferro-Dragon (S-Rank Ferro-Dragon)]
[Offspring Assessment: Ferro-Dragon Hybrid (S- Potential · Variant Egg)]
[According to the [More Children, More Blessings] agreement, rewards are being calculated…]
[Obtained: 3000 Exchange Points]
[Obtained Special Item: Bloodline Purification Agent (Draconic) x1]
This series of cold, blue light screens projected directly onto Balthazar’s retina, but he was in no rush to examine those tempting rewards at this moment.
His massive dragon head slowly lowered.
That terrifying maw, usually used to tear through steel and crush bones, now approached the sweat-drenched, utterly exhausted female knight with extreme caution.
A long, slender dragon tongue extended from the mouth filled with sharp teeth.
Balthazar controlled himself perfectly; he reined in all his muscular strength, using only the softest part of his tongue tip to gently graze Chloe’s pale, damp cheek.
Once, then again.
This saliva, imbued with dragon might, produced a strange analgesic and soothing effect for Chloe, who had just endured the hellish pain of childbirth.
“Well… done…”
Dull syllables echoed within his massive chest cavity, eventually transforming into the common language through the vibration of his throat.
The voice remained hoarse and broken, carrying the harsh texture of grinding metal, yet it was filled with an unquestionable majesty and an extremely rare, clumsy appreciation belonging to a father.
“Res…t… my… Dragon Consort.”
Chloe struggled to open her eyes; those pupils, originally belonging to a Dark Elf, had now turned into slit pupils similar to those of a reptile.
Feeling the rough yet warm sensation on her cheek, her previously tense body completely relaxed.
She managed to pull her lips into an extremely weak curve, then her head tilted to the side, and she fell into a deep slumber.
“This is truly… a miracle of life.”
Olga knelt to the side, not minding the filth staining her gorgeous gown.
She quickly pulled out a relatively clean handkerchief, meticulously wiping the sweat from Chloe’s forehead, then carefully picked up the scorching dragon egg and placed it in Chloe’s arms.
The high temperature emitted by the egg was enough to scald an ordinary person, but in Chloe’s arms, it acted like a natural heater, nourishing the mother and accelerating her recovery.
Olga watched this scene, a complex light flickering in her eyes.
There was the pity of a superior for a subordinate, as well as the ecstasy of seeing a tool for revenge becoming increasingly sharp.
“Get some good sleep, Chloe.”
The former queen reached out, gently smoothing the female knight’s sweat-dampened beige hair, whispering lowly:
“You have won yourself a ticket to the future.”