Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1171

Chapter 1171: Chapter 1171 - Taming the Old World - Endurance

High Command hadn’t brought a sprawling army.

When the reinforcements finally crashed into the broken Yino perimeter, it was just a handful of the absolute strongest fighters the kingdom possessed. It was the bare minimum required to plug this leak after sending extra people to the boys other 2 places lacking strong double fusers. Bringing anyone else would have fatally compromised the three-dimensional defensive grid protecting the rest of the city.

It was a cruel reality... Every single elite Tamer pulled from the inner perimeter or the Yano borders would have left a gaping hole in humanity’s shield. And leaving holes for this seemingly endless tide of corrupted mutants was not just a matter of risking empty territory.

It would be infinitely worse than that.

A breach would mean the corrupted swarm would spill into populated zones. They would reach the residential districts packed with defenseless civilians, terrified academy recruits, and families of old members that hadn’t breached the Silver rank. These people possessed absolutely no means to defend themselves against horrors that were currently digesting genuine, Diamond-tier dragons.

And in this new phase of the war, every single civilian that fell wasn’t just a tragic casualty. They were high-octane fuel.

Human systems were rich, refined packets of ether for corruption’s net. Letting the weak die meant actively feeding Selthia’s runic cannibalization cycle. It provided fresh meat for her meat grinder, effortlessly inflating an army that was already scaling completely out of control.

To fail the weak was to literally arm the enemy.

So, the reinforcements were painfully sparse. They had no choice but to be enough.

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Julius stepped up to the shattered frontline. He was the absolute anchor of this desperate operation.

His role wasn’t to slaughter the vanguard. His first role was to put the wall back together.

The Qilin prince possessed an unparalleled mastery over rock and soil, the exact same terrifying geological control that made him practically untouchable in the subterranean trenches. That precise affinity was exactly what the bleeding Great Wall desperately required.

Julius didn’t hesitate. He fused, dropped to one knee and slammed both palms flat against the trembling dirt.

The earth responded immediately. A deep, resonant groan echoed through the bedrock as Julius reached out with his mana, grabbing the severed edges of the broken wall miles apart. He began to forcefully knit the perimeter back together. He pulled massive slabs of stone up from the deep crust, sealing the breaches where the corruption had chewed through the reinforced stone and ironwood.

He didn’t try to reclaim the original border. He angled the new walls inward to his place, deliberately shrinking the overall size of the defensive circle and making a funnel.

Ceding ground was a perfectly acceptable tactical trade here to make defending this push for the castle easier.

Taking a step back and handing Selthia a few miles of already abandoned, empty land was not a defeat, provided they didn’t surrender the assets that actually mattered.

The military academies and the Royal Castle.

Those specific coordinates were too valuable.

Under Julius’s command, the stone funnel sealed shut. For the very first time since the initial wave broke the treeline, the bleeding stopped. The frontline began to stabilize.

Yet, looking down from his newly forged ramparts, Julius noticed something chilling.

Selthia wasn’t trying to spread her forces to find weak points in his new wall. She was completely, obsessively focused on pushing straight through the center no matter what.

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