Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1135

Chapter 1135: Chapter 1135 - Taming the Wall - Incidentally - 2

The days settled into a steady, quiet and pleasant rhythm.

One after another, the autonomous towers began to sprout across the Great Wall’s vast perimeter. They rose from the blood-soaked dirt like a dotted line of carnivorous sentinels, blanketing a massive portion of the defensive line.

On the side, Ren tirelessly polished his three-way fusion. Every single time he summoned the colossal, Platinum-tier Hydra, the violent strain on his system lessened a bit.

The harsh spell that had initially brought him to his knees, rapidly hollowing out his core in minutes, was bending to his will. He could now sustain the beast’s mountainous mass with barely a spike in his heart rate.

Canceling the fusion soon also no longer left him gasping for air; the energetic rebound barely even moving his expanding system veins.

Meanwhile, on the surface, the towers proved so lethally productive that they fundamentally altered the way the enemy behaved.

Mutant attacks in the fortified zones dropped drastically. The relentless, screeching waves of Silver-tier beasts became more sporadic. It was as if the corrupted swarms were slowly, collectively learning a brutal lesson: violently throwing themselves against the wooden monoliths didn’t breach the Wall at all. It merely fed the structures, making the roots thicker and the automated defenses much more lethal.

So attacking those specific sectors had become an evolutionary dead end. As a result, massive stretches of the Great Wall fell into a strange, eerie lull that the grizzled veterans hadn’t experienced since the years preceding the recent wars.

There was barely any work...

The shifts grew incredibly long and mind-numbingly peaceful. A single, silent wooden tower was now effortlessly executing the exact same defensive quota that used to require dozens of tamers fighting for their turf.

It seemed to be the beginning of a new era.

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Ren didn’t restrict his fusion practice solely to the safe, subterranean confines of Selphira’s private vault after some time.

Occasionally, he started to take his experiments outside... Far outside.

His iron-clad alibi as the Vanguard’s premier "Installation Sergeant" afforded him the exact window of freedom he needed to execute two massive objectives simultaneously. He could practice his apocalyptic fusion miles away from prying eyes, and he could physically scout the Gold 3 zone for the final, missing Wood ruin.

He never ventured into the deep rings entirely alone. He was always flanked high above by either Zhao or Victor, hovering in the clouds. They served as both an elite escort and a crucial second pair of eyes sweeping the horizon.

Despite the backup, he remained completely out of luck.

The fundamental problem was the sheer, geographical scale. The concentric rings surrounding the city grew exponentially larger the further out they pushed, and the Gold 3 zone was simply gargantuan. It was one thing to fly across the zone in a straight line, at maximum velocity, that only took him less than an hour.

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