Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1215

Chapter 1215: Chapter 1215 - Taming the Old World - Respite

When the apocalyptic clash finally concluded, the mutant army simply dispersed.

No one could articulate exactly why the siege broke...

Perhaps the mindless horrors had completely lost their tactical tether the moment the five-headed Hydra communication collapsed, aimlessly scattering into the wilderness to seek out zones with denser ambient mana.

Perhaps they had actually registered genuine fear of the Vanguard defenders, assuming a weirdly mutated, corrupted entity was even biologically capable of processing such a complex emotion.

Or perhaps, far away in the subterranean dark, they were subconsciously answering the desperate, terrified weeping of someone who suddenly felt overwhelmingly, profoundly alone.

The absolute truth wouldn’t be uncovered anytime soon.

All the Vanguard knew was that the brutal, grinding siege was finally over. After the relentless slaughter without a single second of respite, the sudden silence was more than welcome.

Soldiers had simply collapsed where they stood... They dropped their bodies into the ash and slumped against the shattered barricades. Absolutely no commander had to issue a formal order for the Tamers to recall their exhausted beasts; the elites severed their fusions and dismissed their summons completely on instinct, desperate to preserve whatever microscopic fractions of their mana remained.

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Selphira and Lin arrived at the epicenter shortly after the vanguard successfully contained the terrifying crisis involving Sirius. The two veterans were rapidly briefed on the catastrophic string of events they had missed while holding the rear.

They listened in grim silence to the horrifying details of the attempted possession. The reckless, sacrificial gambit of Luna’s shadow wolf.

And from Mayo, in a very theatrical manner... The sheer absurdity of Lykea abandoning the Great Wall, commandeering Mayo’s massive cloud-bird, and plummeting from the sky purely out of desperate love.

And despite their hardened combat experience, neither woman could tear their eyes away from the colossal, monolithic dome of hyper-compressed metal and bedrock that now dominated the courtyard, resting exactly where the royal castle used to be.

Julius and Selphira slowly approached the star-prison.

The surface of the adamantium was still noticeably warm to the touch, and the entire structure hummed with a deep, rhythmic vibration. Julius pressed his palm flat against the impossible alloy, closed his golden eyes, and allowed his profound affinity with the earth to read the subterranean tremors echoing inside.

"It is scratching," the Qilin prince reported after a long, heavy silence. "It is utilizing the ancient artifacts. It is focusing entirely on the side leading to the vault doors at the base."

"Can it breach the stone?" Selphira asked, her voice dropping to a harsh whisper.

"Given enough time..." Julius didn’t pull his hand away. "The indestructible artifacts are still harder than the hyper-compressed bedrock. It is like... trying to dig through a solid brick wall using a metal spoon. Yes, the spoon will eventually win the war of attrition, simply because the wall is softer. But it is an agonizingly slow process."

Two weeks...

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