Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

Chapter 1342 - Taming the Old World - First Chamber - 3

The reckless descent had cost the creature significantly more mass than it had originally calculated.

Well over twenty percent it had thought it would lose, closer to forty percent of its outer armor was incinerated in the exchange. To force its colossal frame through the narrow opening quickly, it had to project two of its stolen ruin artifacts forward, utilizing them as a hardened spearhead to widen the tunnel alongside the shockwave.

By shifting those indestructible shields to the front, it left more of its fleshy torso exposed. The Hydra capitalized instantly, slamming the absolute last dregs of Ren's previously transferred draconic ether directly into the unprotected mutant meat.

Compounding the heavy damage it had inflicted upon itself with the initial directional blast, the mechanical dragon crashed into the subterranean vault actively bleeding thick, corrupted power from a dozen gaping wounds.

Yet it simply did not care.

It stretched and compressed its massive mutant mass in a grotesque manner only a creature of its corrupted nature could manage, briefly mimicking a semi-fluid state to squeeze through the still somewhat narrow bedrock tunnel.

The two vanguard artifacts breached the wall first. The vast majority of its slithering body followed, pouring through the opening with a terrifying speed that completely contradicted its titanic size. The remaining ruin artifacts dragged heavily behind it.

And it deliberately left half of one artifact sticking out of the hole in the wall.

It wedged the massive slab of indestructible metal directly into the opening. It was a living plug that completely blocked the tunnel, securely sealing the vault from the inside, ensuring that absolutely no human reinforcements could drop down to interfere and, more importantly, guaranteeing that its prey could not escape.

Up on the surface, the five elite commanders were completely spent.

They had pushed their systems to the absolute breaking point to channel that final surcharge into Ren, and the purple beast had casually swept aside the remaining Vanguard defenders holding the perimeter with a single, huge devastating explosion. Liora, Larissa, Luna, Sirius, and Liu currently lay exactly where they had fallen on the floor near what once was a castle, then a prison. Their internal reserves were completely bankrupt, and they could only stare helplessly at the huge metal-plugged crater where their enemy had just disappeared into the dark just behind Ren.

The rest of the Vanguard, the exhausted soldiers currently operating under Selphira's direct command who weren't actively defending the outer walls from the Platinum horde, swarmed that metallic plug immediately.

No one waited for a formal order and there was no coordinated strategy.

It was simply a frantic, instantaneous reaction driven by the horrifying reality that Ren was currently trapped alone underground with a primordial god, and the only possible way they could help him was by tearing that metal barricade out of the bedrock.

They threw everything they had left at the plug.

The remaining earth and wood Tamers desperately tried to pry the corrupted metal away from the jagged edges of the crater. Fire specialists concentrated their thermal output directly on the base of the artifact, attempting to superheat the stone and weaken the physical grip. Selphira directed the frantic effort with the chilling composure of a matriarch who fully understood that every passing second carried a lethal cost, even if she refused to voice exactly why.

The vast majority of the soldiers understood one grim reality: Ren had ultimately committed to a head-on brawl... For some inexplicable reason.

Those who truly grasped the high-level mana mechanics already suspected the terrifying truth. Reconstructing the suppression array had proven impossible. Something catastrophic had failed at the very last millisecond, some critical error that forced Ren and his beast to abort the hexagonal weave mid-process, and Ren had been forced to improvise a suicidal fallback.

This was never the actual plan... The plan was supposed to be the runic prison.

This desperate scramble was likely what remained when the plan completely shattered.

Understanding the failure, however, did not change the reality.

Their only remaining objective was to attempt the impossible: ripping an indestructible artifact, wedged into solid adamantium bedrock by a god that had once cracked the world in half, using hands that were already trembling from a war that had dragged on for far too long.

They fought the metal anyway.

Because it was Ren.

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Down in the dark, the mechanical dragon had already fully deployed two of its stolen artifacts into the massive chamber.

The primary vault was vast, significantly larger than the narrow crater above suggested. It was an enormous cavern carved directly into the indestructible rock from the ruins housing the ancient planetary network, providing more than enough clearance for a titan of its size to stretch out almost entirely... And the dragon was currently doing exactly that.

The two vanguard artifacts floated menacingly forward, establishing a defensive perimeter while the colossal creature finished dragging the rest of its slithering mass into the space it had just conquered.

And it kept the pressure on.

It continued tapping into that massive, hoarded energy reserve, the exact same pool it had just weaponized to shatter the surface restraints, to relentlessly punish the arrogant human who had dared to challenge it.

Beam after blinding beam of purple breath, concussive shockwave after concussive shockwave… It did not strike with the blind, erratic fury of a wild animal, but with the cold, calculated deliberation of an ancient entity that had spent far too long locked in the dark and had finally found the target it intended to bill for the inconvenience.

Ren, with his fully crystallized left arm actively splintering under the crushing weight of the purple torrent, with his seven rings still desperately trying to absorb the lethal surcharge, the spatial fabric of the room completely jammed, and his only exit firmly plugged by an unknown high rank metal, understood exactly what kind of nightmare he had just locked himself inside.

He clamped his jaw shut.

He still needed to extract the two primary rings of Yino from the heavy secondary door.

He still needed to finish overcharging the three artifacts he had just ripped from Dragarion.

And the ancient dragon had absolutely no intention of granting him a single microsecond to accomplish any of it.