Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1196

Chapter 1196: Chapter 1196 - Taming the Old World - Exiguous - 9

Liu offered a grim nod. The Wendigo immediately went feral, systematically draining corpse after corpse. With every single carcass it devoured, the beast grew slightly larger, slightly darker, and significantly more terrifying.

But more importantly, with every corrupted meal, it became vastly more capable of holding a frontline that had been minutes away from completely shattering.

Back on the western flank, the princes desperately expanded their architecture.

They forced the crescent wall to grow significantly larger and vastly thicker. The towering barricade of hyper-compressed rock rapidly elevated, desperately trying to cage the fresh, overflowing tide spilling toward the civilian districts.

Julius poured raw bedrock into the foundational structure, while Victor and Arturo aggressively reinforced the outer plates, raising the defensive arc until it became a monolithic fortress, buying the physical space that the swarm’s numbers demanded to take.

They held the line.

Across all three containment fronts, and in the skies directly above the ethereal dome, humanity’s absolute best held the line.

But simply holding was not winning, and Selthia understood the suffocating math of attrition vastly better than anyone else. As long as her Platinum biomass remained practically infinite, and their borrowed dragon energy possessed a hard limit, this grinding war of attrition only had one mathematically possible conclusion.

Unless Ren found another way...

But if there was a single mind on the battlefield capable of rewriting that fatal equation, it was Ren’s. Hovering in the sky, he grasped the exact terrifying truth that Selthia had prayed he would miss.

He needed a vastly more devastating attack.

A methodical execution was no longer tactically viable. He needed an extensive strike, one capable of scouring the entire board in a blinding flash rather than chipping away at the Platinum phalanx one beast at a time. The attritional warfare was fundamentally broken; the clock was mercilessly ticking against the Vanguard. The only logical answer to a parasitic enemy that scaled faster than it could be slaughtered was a singular, catastrophic blow massive enough to instantly flip the table on its head.

And now, with Selthia proudly displaying her full hand, the overarching blueprint of the corruption’s strategy became glaringly obvious to everyone.

Selthia had meticulously prepared for the inevitable moment Ren would weaponize an ungodly volume of primordial dragon energy in a single, powerful strike. She had deliberately concealed her true number of mutated heads, the special beasts, the exponentially expanding ethereal dome, waiting patiently in the shadows. Or not so patiently...

She had intended to reveal her true power only after Ren had emptied his core in a massive, blinding flash and removed himself from the board. The dome expansion was, among its many functions, a trump card explicitly designed to aggressively expand and counterattack the moment he was drained.

However, observing that Ren had not arrived overflowing with three hundred percent of his maximum capacity, and seeing that the rest of the Vanguard only carried strictly moderated, safe fractions of the dragon’s power...

Selthia had made a fatal assumption. She decided there was no longer any tactical need to hide the true volume of her vanguard.

But it seemed she had grown profoundly overconfident.

Because who in the world had explicitly stated that Ren no longer possessed the capacity to unleash a catastrophic huge strike?

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