Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1100

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Chapter 1100: Chapter 1100 - Taming the Wall - True Ruins - Unfair Advantage, Surface

After the long dance with Selthia’s jump jammer artifacts and her beast...

The fake walls had been pulverized almost into fine dust; thick stone supports were violently snapped in half. It was the brutal footprint of a desperate odyssey.

Every step of Sirius’s ascent had required him to dodge a volume of enemies that defied all dodging possibility logic. Every leap between levels had been a frantic negotiation with gravity. Every evasion was a split-second calculation, made in a razor-thin margin where his muscles had to execute the maneuver the exact millisecond his brain finished the math.

He was a canvas of open wounds.

Shallow, jagged cuts laced his arms, his legs, and his back where the heavily armored, impossibly fast beasts, creatures with far too many legs, had grazed him in passing. A deep, ugly gash tore across his ribs, bleeding slowly in perfect, agonizing rhythm with his heavy breathing. His thighs and calves were not just slashed, but deeply bruised in a dozen places.

Yet, he kept his legs moving. Stopping, even for a single breath, was the one mistake this subterranean hell would not forgive.

Ren, remarkably, was perfectly fine.

That was the only variable that truly mattered for him. It was the sole reason Sirius bore the brunt of the injuries instead of avoiding them entirely.

He had deliberately compromised his own combat efficiency a bit. He had throttled the explosive power of his Celestial Tiger wind, reducing the kinetic force of every push just enough to safely cradle Ren within his shadow and although losing mana input he ended up getting some agility back without the extra mass anchoring him down.

As long as he didn’t attempt to rip open a spatial tear, as long as the escape remained strictly physical, the steady mana drain of housing the boy was a burden he could shoulder.

Perhaps, after a long enough sprint, the drain would become lethal.

But once they broke through to the surface and neared the city, when his core was running on absolute fumes, he could release him.

Or reinforcements would find them first.

The city’s perimeter defense grids had to detect energy signatures of this catastrophic magnitude barreling toward their walls.

They had to.

It was part of the purpose of the city’s existence, defense. Sirius had served those walls long enough to hold a desperate, unshakeable faith that the vanguard would respond.

But first, he had to close that distance.

He hauled himself up into the fifth chamber, capitalizing on a massive cave-in he had orchestrated in the floor of the sixth. He had baited the horde, dodging at the exact right angles to bring the mana reinforced stone crashing down, buying him this fragile lead in the first place.

But as he climbed, he heard it.

Behind him.

Below him.

Closing in.

It was that rhythmic clatter of the two massive, asymmetrical Platinum centipedes that would be in his future nightmares if he ever made it out. They were dragging their colossal bodies up the vertical shafts at a speed that their huge size should have made biologically impossible. He could hear the heavy, almost metallic like screech of their armored plating gouging the stone as they ascended.

They were getting closer... Inch by inch.

Despite his flawless evasion, despite every bit of the tiger’s wind accelerating his legs, they were closing the gap. Sirius confirmed the grim reality he had suspected since his very first dodge.