Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1189

Chapter 1189: Chapter 1189 - Taming the Old World - Exiguous - 2

Selthia processed the implications with lightning speed. There was an astronomical, unforgivable difference between merely wielding that forbidden energy and wielding it correctly.

Dragarion had catastrophically overcharged himself years ago; he had absorbed such an ungodly volume of ether that he became nearly invincible for a terrifying even if small window of time, but he had simultaneously pushed his physical vessel to the absolute edge of catastrophic, crystalline collapse.

These humans were different.

They hadn’t overcharged... Ren, who was clearly orchestrating the entire deployment, had meticulously portioned out the energy. Every single one of them carried a strictly controlled, heavily monitored fraction of the power, safely tucked far away from the dangerous threshold of systemic failure.

They were undeniably stronger than normal now, boasting a noticeable combat buff and fully restored stamina reserves, but they were not carrying enough raw divine output to transform into unkillable, god-like anomalies.

Not against her... Not with the heavy-duty arsenal she still had hidden up her sleeve.

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Selthia smiled.

It was a genuine expression, a deeply satisfying, almost euphoric manifestation of pure relief. She had genuinely feared, for a fleeting, agonizing second, that they would conjure some incomprehensible, logic-defying miracle that her centuries of calculation had completely failed to anticipate.

But they hadn’t. They had played the exact card she expected...

And more importantly, they had played it with pathetic, cowardly prudence.

They had absorbed small parts of the ancient dragons’ energy to keep themselves far from turning into glass statues, completely terrified of the crystallization price. By choosing the safe path, they had inadvertently locked themselves firmly within the tactical parameters that Selthia was fully equipped to annihilate.

Fifteen formidable enemies, overflowing with forbidden primordial energy, absolutely desperate to defend the castle gates with just that much.

And standing directly across the blood-soaked courtyard was Selthia. Armed with an immortal Diamond-rank draconic artifact, a monstrous arsenal of unrevealed trump cards, and centuries of meticulous, unyielding preparation.

She smiled and prepared to slaughter them after this.

This would undoubtedly be the final engagement... The absolute end of the road for one side or the other. Because if Selthia claimed victory today, if she successfully breached the castle gates and secured the ultimate prize resting within its depths while all of humanity’s greatest champions couldn’t stop her, it was over.

Humanity would never recover... There would be no second chance.

They could never amass enough power to match her new caliber, nor would they ever possess the tactical opportunity to arm them with stronger than her dragon energy again because she will have way more capacity than them.

Absolutely everything would be decided right here.

Selthia aggressively expanded her ethereal influence. She synchronized her sprawling consciousness with the mechanical artifact, tightening her grip on the special beasts writhing within its core. She mentally unlocked every single classified contingency she had brought to the field, preparing for the battle that would finally reshape the globe in her image.

The purple crystal origin smiled maliciously in the dark.

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The corruption was absolutely, completely sick of Ren.

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