Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1098

Chapter 1098: Chapter 1098 - Taming the Wall - True Ruins - Unfair Advantage

Sirius understood the two new artifacts in a fraction of a second...

Two blockades, no anchoring claws. Without the mechanical friction of talons gripping the stone, they couldn’t create the immovable bottleneck the four massive arms had formed in the narrow stairwell below.

The kinetic force required to dislodge them wasn’t remotely the same as the impossible one down there.

Sirius could push them.

But Selthia’s strategy didn’t rely solely on a physically weak barricade.

A suffocating shockwave of corruption blasted through the corridor before either man, older or younger, could brace themselves. It was the same hyper-condensed, explosive pulse she had used to violently drop Sirius to his knees in the chamber below.

But this time, Ren’s lingering golden energy flared to life again.

It wasn’t a conscious choice on Ren’s part, he was far beyond the capacity to actively micromanage his mana distribution outside himself. But the massive dose of stabilization energy he had injected into Sirius was now circulating through the commander’s veins. Sirius had accepted the pure energy fully and was essentially radiating Ren’s pure, powerful signature.

Like a fiercely aggressive autoimmune response, that golden residue instantly reacted to the corrupted threat that had spawned it.

The purple wave crashed into Sirius and shattered. Selthia’s pulse failed to drop him again.

Without breaking his stride, Sirius drew upon the absolute maximum output of his Celestial Tiger.

And he didn’t swing his fists... He roared.

The blast of wind that erupted from him wasn’t the standard, slicing gale of a conventional combat beast.

It was a concussive, kinetic detonation.

It was the devastating, hyper-dense shockwave forged by a tamer who had spent decades mastering the power of air’s pressure.

The explosive wall of said pressure slammed directly into the two unanchored artifacts. The impact created a violent gap between the two huge masses.

It was enough... Sirius shot forward like a fired bullet, hauling Ren’s almost limp body through the narrow, tearing breach a split second before the corrupted flesh recovered and slammed violently shut behind them.

They were through.

But the edge of the corruption wave had still clipped Ren.

Sickly purple lines immediately bloomed across his collarbone, creeping up the side of his neck.

Ren fought them completely passively. He couldn’t aggressively reverse the rot at the blistering speed he normally could. His primary beast, his internal anchor who was normally dormant but present was not helping now, and his core was no longer resonating with the crushing power of the fungus’ small and entangled yet robust net.

Operating on a desperate one percent baseline, his conversion process was agonizing. It was the clumsy, inefficient work of a craftsman stripped of his tools, slowly grinding down fractions of fractions of the rot.

It was absorbing agonizingly slow, but it was better than nothing.

Yet he still stubbornly refused to pass out. He forced the meager circulation to continue and the necrotic lines receded, fighting him every single millimeter, moving many times slower than they would have if he possessed the strength to simply incinerate them, but moving.

Sirius burst out of the true ruins, stepping into the sprawling expanse of the ten fake upper chambers.

But the heavy, dead silence they had left behind during their initial descent was completely gone.

From directly above them, vibrating through the thousands of tons of solid bedrock separating the true ruins from the surface layers, came a sound that froze the blood in Sirius’s veins.

It was the catastrophic, grinding roar of solid stone being shattered.

And bleeding through that noise was the suffocating, atmospheric pressure of mana so impossibly dense it warped the air itself. It carried the cold signature of entities that did not pause, did not calculate risk, and possessed no instructions other than to obliterate whatever stood between them and their target.

The Platinum beasts from Yino were finally here. They were actively tearing through the ceiling.

Sirius didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. He simply tightened his bruised grip on Ren’s arm, adjusted the boy’s weight against his side, and kept running.

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