Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1142

Chapter 1142: Chapter 1142 - Taming the Wall - Test - 2

One Gold 1 rank was not enough, so Selthia made the second one push...

The two Gold-rank monsters immediately began to coordinate. They aggressively tag-teamed the autonomous tower in Roran’s sector, violently biting at the wooden roots, throwing their massive weight against the trunk, desperately trying to unbalance the structure through sheer, combined power.

Watching the synchronized assault, Ren instantly decoded the entire maneuver.

This wasn’t only an attack.

It was a measurement. Selthia wanted the exact, mathematical damage report. She wanted to know precisely how much power it cost to break one of his toys.

She needed to know exactly how many beasts, of what specific rank, applying what specific method, over what exact duration of time, it took to snap the monolith in half.

And standing there on the parapet, Ren felt a burning, genuine curiosity flare up in his chest. He actively wanted to see what would happen if he just let the brutal experiment play out. He desperately wanted to observe how far the roots could be pushed, to measure the absolute breaking point of his own engineering against a real high-tier assault.

A very loud part of his brain, the insatiably curious, logic-driven architect, screamed at him to just stand back and let the scene unfold purely to harvest the raw data for himself.

But he absolutely refused to hand Selthia that completed report.

The less the Witch knew about the real discrepancies between the towers, the less she understood about his hidden mechanical tricks, and the more blind she remained to where the true limits actually lay, the better.

Pure, actionable intelligence was the absolute most dangerous weapon Selthia wielded. Freely gifting her a precise measurement of his defensive grid’s breaking point would be handing her exactly what she had sacrificed her pawns to find.

He wouldn’t give her a single number.

So, Ren attacked the weak-for-him ’poor’ Gold rank beasts.

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Selthia threw the absolute totality of her pressure against the soldiers of the Southwest sector all at once.

The autonomous tower was dead. The massive, bleeding splinters of the wooden monolith lay shattered in the mud, and there was absolutely nothing left standing between the corrupted swarm and the stone face of the Wall.

Up on the parapets, the paralyzing reality of the situation crashed into the defenders. Garret, Dunn, and the rest of the grizzled veterans had spent months getting dangerously comfortable. They had grown soft, casually leaning on their spears while the automated meat-grinder did the heavy lifting.

Now, they were suddenly staring down the throat of a roaring tidal wave of Gold-tier mutants, spearheaded by a colossal Platinum horror.

And vastly more terrifying than the monsters charging them was the one glaring absence on the Wall.

Red Pathfinder was gone.

For the very first time in months, the soldiers of the Southwest sector had to stare a genuine, apocalyptic threat dead in the eye. Their stomachs violently knotted into ice-cold lumps as the exact same horrifying question echoed in all their minds: How in the hell are we going to survive this without him?

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