Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

Chapter 1213: Chapter 1213 - Taming the Old World - Flawed Star

Luna grabbed his shoulders first, Larissa secured his back and Liora caught his legs. Operating with flawless synchronization, the three women completely arrested his freefall.

They lowered him gently, carefully resting his battered, unconscious body across their six intertwined arms, directly on top of the hyper-compressed stone he had just merged.

They had severed their fusion the second they arrived at the epicenter, having watched him from below as he poured his soul into sealing the final breach of the massive, castle size, awe-inspiring dome.

Luna had briefly left her convulsing father draped across the broad back of her shadow wolf to help secure Ren.

Ren was breathing steadily despite everything. The crystals had miraculously halted their advance just outside his core system. He was still functional and his mana had just small flow problems.

"This again," Larissa murmured softly, gently cradling the back of his head, her analytical eyes scanning his vitals. "Our angel is always falling out of the sky..."

"Good thing we are always right here to catch him," Liora replied, though her voice trembled noticeably.

Luna didn’t speak. She just pressed her fingers against his chest, searching for a pulse. Finding the steady, reassuring beat beneath his skin, she finally released a long, shaky breath she felt she had been holding since she saw him plummet from the clouds...

But the overwhelming relief was instantly shattered by a terrifying realization. Now, absolutely no one possessed the expertise to help her father.

They had rushed Sirius to the epicenter, using Luna’s shadow wolf as a makeshift stretcher.

The logic had been decently sound: close the distance to Ren immediately in case the boy genius could offer a sliver of guidance, an idea blueprint, or shout them any method to halt the spreading infection. But by the time the shadow wolf reached the perimeter of the newly forged star-prison, Ren was completely unconscious, and he wasn’t going to be offering advice to anyone for quite some time.

The thick, pulsing veins crawling up Sirius’s neck were no longer a toxic purple.

They had turned pitch black.

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The monolithic star-prison stood absolute and unyielding before the vanguard, completely ignoring the faint, rhythmic tremors that occasionally rattled its foundations.

Deep inside the hyper-compressed chamber, the trapped dragon roared furiously against walls that simply refused to answer. The five sovereign cores maintained their flawless, synchronized orbit atop their respective pillars around the dome’s perimeter, continuously broadcasting the canceling frequency weakening the beast within. The corruption’s ultimate prize was permanently sealed deep beneath the bedrock. The surface of the courtyard fell completely silent for the very first time in hours.

Liu arrived shortly after, leading the battered remnants of the Vanguard strike force.

The girls had aggressively sprinted ahead to secure Ren; the rest of the elites had followed as quickly as their exhausted beasts would carry them. The exact second Liu laid eyes on Sirius convulsing violently atop the shadow wolf, the quiet tamer didn’t hesitate or ask for permission.

He vaulted onto the wolf’s back, slammed his hand flat against the older man’s chest, and seamlessly synchronized with his Wendigo. He immediately initiated the exact desperate maneuver he had perfected in the crucible of this battle: aggressively absorbing the corruption directly into his own system.

The corruption had grown terrifyingly dense. When Liu clamped his hand down and yanked on the ether, the energy fiercely resisted the extraction. The quiet tamer ground his teeth together until his jaw ached, fighting a desperate internal tug-of-war.

He finally managed to tear a fraction of the poison away, a thick, agonizingly cold black thread that immediately slithered into his own system, forcefully darkening his aura.

But it wasn’t even remotely enough.

Perhaps, Liu thought, desperately analyzing his failing runic parameters, he could stabilize the extraction if he...

Sirius, lying flat on his back in the wolf, began to laugh.

It was a broken, entirely humorless sound. And more terrifyingly, it absolutely was not Sirius’s laugh.

"You cannot do it, human," the voice rasped. The cadence was horribly wrong, completely devoid of the veteran’s usual gruff warmth. "Your vessel simply lacks the requisite capacity... And quite frankly, migrating to your core wouldn’t be worth the effort. Your spatial mana affinity is pathetically weak. You possess almost nothing of value..."

The hollow, grating laugh echoed again.

"You would need to grow the Dark mana affinity of your vampiric beast to the Platinum rank before your system even registered as a decent secondary vessel. Much like this one... This human, at the very least, possesses the requisite structural integrity to house a tenth of my consciousness in its current state. He boasts a good mastery over Darkness. He effortlessly commands advanced spatial jumps... that specific combination yields a highly desirable spatial aptitude that I’m glad my mind could overpower... I already attempted to breach a better vessel before, you know... With him."

Sirius’s eyes slowly rolled over to lock onto the unconscious body of Ren. And they were absolutely not Sirius’s eyes.

"He proved to be an impossibility I never expected. But this time... I normally succeeded."

Every single Vanguard elite standing in the courtyard instantly snapped into a combat stance. A suffocating, profoundly wrong aura permeated the air.

Luna’s massive shadow wolf let out a deep, guttural growl, its hackles raising as it felt the fundamental essence of the man resting on its back completely mutate.

"Let us start by systematically eliminating a few of these irritating, exhausted containers..."

The corrupted energy pooling inside Sirius began to exponentially multiply.

And then, from high above the shattered battlefield, a scream tore through the sky.

It was a sharp, fiercely unhinged cry, absolutely dripping with a profound, desperate love that possessed zero hesitation about screaming itself raw in front of an entire army, whether they were allies or mutants.

It was the voice of a woman who had completely abandoned her somewhat crucial post on the Great Wall for love, who had frantically shoved two of the Guard girls into her defensive position and recklessly commandeered Mayo’s to bring them in her massive cloud-bird, for the sole purpose of reaching this exact coordinate.

"SIRIUUUUS!"

Lykea.

And the exact microsecond that voice echoed across the courtyard, Sirius’s body violently convulsed.

It was not a spasm triggered by the corruption. He was convulsing against it.

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The ancient entity currently piloting Sirius’s biology experienced a sudden, baffling spike of genuine confusion.

Everyone in the courtyard witnessed the anomaly: the grating, alien laugh was abruptly strangled halfway up the man’s throat. The veteran’s muscles tensed in a direction the corruption absolutely had not ordered. It had genuinely believed the conquest was complete, that absolute biological control had been secured.

Yet suddenly, the mortal vessel was fighting back with a ferocity that no human host it had ever invaded had successfully mustered.

It was ridiculous. Even though the entity was only projecting a microscopic fraction of its true, cosmic will into the vessel, a mere mortal absolutely should not possess the psychological bandwidth to...