Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1204

Chapter 1204: Chapter 1204 - Taming the Old World - Elemental Dragons

When the flames finally began to disperse...

Everyone was fairly drained. But a profound, heavy peace settled over the smoldering crater. It felt as if the atmosphere itself had been holding its breath for centuries and finally, mercifully, exhaled.

On the distant flank, Lin observed the phenomenon up close.

The Platinum mutants she had been desperately holding at bay completely ceased all movement. They were perfectly still, standing like statues in the ash, their chests rising and falling in slow, docile rhythms, entirely devoid of the rabid convulsions they usually exhibited when fighting her paralysis.

One by one, the exhausted elites severed their fusions to save energy. The battlefield, which just seconds ago had been a blinding storm of celestial light, spiritual fire, and primordial dragon power, faded into a relaxed silence. It was the silence of soldiers who had burned away a good portion of their energy and survived to feel the emptiness as if it was a happy workout.

High above, Ren fell from the sky.

Utterly exhausted, with almost nothing left to give, his eyes closed slowly, and he plummeted backward into the void.

But he never hit the stone. The girls were already there. Luna, Larissa, and Liora caught him mid-air, their coordinated movements gentle and fiercely protective at the same time. They lowered him slowly to the white ash-covered earth, carefully resting his battered body across their six intertwined arms and Luna’s lap.

Nobody spoke a word...

Words were completely unnecessary. He was alive, and more importantly, he was still Ren. There was no massive crystalline tomb encasing his body; only a few tiny, jagged crystals stubbornly clinging to the skin of his forearms, and one highly visible, yet still small, crystalline shard resting near his cheek.

He was okay. For this fleeting, desperate moment, that was absolutely enough for them.

In some dark, quiet corner of Ren’s mana-biological system, the tiny mushroom let out a big yawn.

"...I suppose, we actually pulled it off," Mooshito mumbled, its voice thick and slurred with profound exhaustion. The primordial impulse that had jolted it awake, that terrifying resonance from the ancient dragon cores, had completely faded. Without that cosmic caffeine, the beast possessed absolutely zero energy left to maintain long term consciousness. "You humans finish... whatever garbage is left... I did my part..."

The bioluminescent fungal network slowly, methodically uncoiled from Ren’s pathways, retracting safely back into the core as the tiny, invaluable ally got ready to sleep.

Ren managed a faint, exhausted smile, his eyes half-closed as he stared up at the clearing sky.

The spiritual inferno gradually dispersed, having successfully incinerated absolutely everything the corruption had offered it to burn.

And as the thick, black smoke finally cleared, the ancient artifacts were revealed.

They were no longer the terrifying, pitch-black monoliths pulsing with sick purple light that the Vanguard had learned to fear. They were now a pristine, gleaming metallic color, lighter, flawlessly clean.

Perhaps this was the true, original face of the impossible alloy they had been forged from, whether it was mythical mithril, mithradant, or some other classified, logic-defying metal known only to the ancients.

The purifying fire had stripped away centuries of accumulated rust and the corruption on top, finally revealing the immaculate engineering beneath.

There was absolutely no trace of corrupted flesh or skin remaining.

Not on the tail section, which had been forcefully decoupled into two legs and a single arm. Not on the secondary fragment housing two conjoined arms. The scattered pieces lay perfectly motionless on the scorched earth.

Cold, metallic, and completely dead.

And the largest, central fragment, the one that had hoarded the vast majority of the hyper-dense biomass and retained three intact arms, was completely still.

The three appendages formed a lifeless, inert triangle over the smoking crater.

It was finally over...

Arturo cautiously approached the crater to inspect the remains up close, accompanied by Zhao.

The second prince swept his gaze over the scattered fragments, meticulously searching for any microscopic sign of corrupted life, any lingering thread of the corruption that might have somehow survived the blast.

Or at least, almost transparent.

Thump.

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