Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

Chapter 1198 - Taming the Old World - Exiguous… Not! Just Enough

The silence that preceded the blast lasted exactly a microsecond. Then, the world shattered.

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After the explosion…

"HE IS DOING IT AGAIN!"

Min's voice miraculously pierced through the dazed ears of Taro and Liu just after the deafening roar of the initial shockwave and as the kinetic force violently rattled their bones from hundreds of yards away. The jester tamer threw his arms up, his face a bizarre mask of absolute awe mixed with profound, theatrical indignation.

"He is stealing my essence again! I invented that! That was MY technique, Ren!"

Absolutely no one on the frontline had the breath or the sanity to answer him, because the explosion had executed its job flawlessly and there still was work to urgently do.

The detonation scoured Selthia's vanguard from the physical plane with a level of violence that not even hyper-scaled Platinum mutants could endure… It was an absolute erasure.

The diamond-dense shrapnel effortlessly shredded through entire armored columns, ripping beasts to ribbons before they even registered the pain. The chaotic, superheated plasma of the fire and water core instantly cremated whatever the shrapnel missed. And the amplified wind carried the localized apocalypse outward, aggressively pushing the radius of pure destruction vastly beyond the initial point of impact.

Where Ren had previously been meticulously picking off Platinum horrors one by one with single digit lightning strikes, he had now wiped the entire center of the board completely clean in a single, blinding flash.

Yet, as the dust began to settle, Ren registered a fleeting, sharp pang of disappointment.

The ancient dragon cores had not activated.

They were still embedded in the jade scales of the Hydra's back, fiercely vibrating and responding to some stimulus, but they had contributed absolutely no raw output to the blast. It would have been incredibly useful to finally unlock whatever primordial secrets they harbored, but their silence was not fatal to his tactical blueprint.

He ruthlessly shoved the mystery aside and let them vibrate… The puzzle would have to wait.

Because near him, Liora was already holding her finisher.

He ruthlessly shoved the mystery aside and let them vibrate… The puzzle would have to wait.

Because near him, Liora was already holding her finisher.

While Ren had been charging his 'nuclear strike', she had meticulously prepared her own apocalyptic payload. A colossal sphere of pure, soul-burning spiritual fire hovered above her head. Her not merged Spiritual Bashe orbited her helping, continuously feeding and compressing the roaring miniature sun, concentrating an incinerating mass that grew exponentially more volatile with every passing second.

She waited for the absolute perfect microsecond.

The moment the blinding light of Ren's explosion faded, the exact second Selthia's invincible vanguard was reduced to a sprawling, bleeding crater of pulverized flesh and shattered chitin scattered across the courtyard…

Liora dropped the sun.

The sea of spiritual fire washed over the remains.

And she wasn't alone. The Vanguard's wind users, Zhao, Victor, Liu, Sirius, Selphira, Larissa, and Luna, instantly synchronized their outputs. They summoned a localized, hyper-directional hurricane that aggressively fanned Liora's flames, spreading the spiritual fire like an unstoppable, continental wildfire.

The inferno consumed nearly one hundred percent of whatever biomass remained of Selthia's vanguard.

It didn't merely execute the survivors; it purged them…

Every single shattered corpse, every severed chunk of corrupted meat, every Platinum horror bleeding out from Ren's shrapnel, absolutely all of it burned to ash before they could recycle a single microscopic drop of that energy.

And the roaring tide of fire didn't stop at the courtyard.

Carried by the unified winds of the Vanguard, the incineration wave reached most of the scattered mutants that the Qilin princes had successfully corralled within the massive crescent barricade. Trapped against the massive stone wall, with the subterranean bedrock completely sealed off by the earth users, the fleeing horrors had absolutely nowhere to run. The spiritual fire washed over the barricade, incinerating the flanking forces as well.

In a matter of seconds, all three containment fronts were almost cleared.

The tactical board had been flipped on its head.

In the blink of an eye, the suffocating, supposedly infinite biomass advantage that Selthia had arrogantly relied upon was reduced to a pathetic fraction of its former glory.

Her vanguard was gone... The flanking mutants dispatched to slaughter the city were reduced to cinders.

As the thick, black smoke slowly cleared, Selthia's mechanical dragon emerged from the crater.

It had survived… It possessed a true Diamond-tier chassis, after all, and the eight indestructible ancient artifacts had instinctively woven together to shield part of its biological core, but the operation had still cost her dearly. The scales were scorched, the biological flesh was scarred, and the surrounding army was gone.

For the very first time since the siege began, Selthia was the one bleeding momentum. She was at an absolute disadvantage.

And Grandma Selphira did not waste a single millisecond celebrating the shift in the wind.

She executed the final phase of Ren's message flawlessly. She teleported directly with Sirius's help, grabbing Liu and Zhao, and instantly materialized the four of them in the sky directly hovering around Ren.

Without exchanging a single word, they raised their hands and forcefully channeled their reserves into him, desperately trying to replenish the astronomical volume of ether his nuclear strike had cost him.

And Liu was the true linchpin of this maneuver.

Liu had ordered his spectral Wendigo to absorb a massive, dangerous quantity of corrupted energy from the slaughtered mutants to hold the line, and the physical toll was beginning to show. There was a terrifying, hollow darkness bleeding into his eyes, and the suffocating shadows of the corruption were scraping against the absolute limits of his sanity.

By forcefully channeling that energy into Ren, the transfer did not merely refuel the Glorious General… It simultaneously saved Liu.

It drained the toxic, volatile excess from his system, pumping it into a host whose biology was uniquely adapted to process and weaponize the corruption before it could permanently shatter Liu's mind.

It was a brilliant, flawless tactical loop, and Ren had specifically orchestrated it when he drafted the secret message.

The hyper-dense energy flooded into the Diamond Hydra. Ren felt his half hollow core expand as his reserves shot back up. He had recovered from the apocalyptic strike vastly faster than Selthia could have ever calculated.

And Ren had absolutely no intention of giving her a single second to breathe.

With his core roaring back to life, and Selthia's supposedly infinite army reduced to a smoldering pile of ash for the first time in the entire war, the perfect window had opened.

It was no longer time to play defense. It was no longer time to grind out a war of attrition.

It was time to execute the king.

Ren physically pivoted the colossal Diamond Hydra, locking its three jade heads directly onto the scarred, smoking mechanical dragon. He stared straight into the dark heart of the ethereal dome where Selthia orchestrated the attack from her crystal.

He was going straight for the artifacts.

Right now… Before the corruption even had a chance to rebuild what it had just lost.