Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1228

Chapter 1228: Chapter 1228 - Taming the Old World - Lead - 7

The tactical blueprint for Selthia was identical to the one that had broken the other five guardians: do not attempt to slaughter them in a single, decisive engagement that could erase thousands of weaker units via apocalyptic breath, but relentlessly exhaust their stamina with high resistance big units until they inevitably broke.

A slow, safe strategy that should still take too long, but no one trusted corruption now...

So Liu and Sirius were fundamentally forced to maintain their dual-fusion state to check and simply to prevent the indigenous, Platinum 2 and 3 avian predators naturally inhabiting their surveillance zones from violently driving them out of the airspace. Those huge aerial beasts were practically the only native fauna currently escaping the suffocating, cannibalistic wave of the mutant hordes.

But sustaining their fusions indefinitely would have catastrophically drained their cores. Hence, the strict three-minute operational window per hour. It was a grueling logistical balance. Barely sustainable, but technically manageable.

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The strike force abruptly halted...

Ren took a slow, deliberate step forward, aggressively expanding his ethereal perception. He stared at the two motionless, crystalline figures occupying the absolute dead center of the first sanctuary’s final chamber, and a terrifying chill instantly extinguished the measured calm of the exploration.

"Wei," Ren ordered, his voice very quiet, his eyes locked onto the statues. "Expand the network... We analyze this... With extreme caution."

They had fully anticipated one of the figures. Li’s statue, having been dragged beneath the bedrock the moment he extracted the corrupted core, was guaranteed to materialize somewhere within the sanctuary’s depths. It was the known variable; the calculated price of admission they had proactively accepted.

The second statue was not.

Because the existence of a second petrified victim meant the corrupted core wedged in the threshold had absolutely never been a simple, abandoned prototype engineered by Selthia, as they had originally hypothesized. Someone else had crossed this threshold long before them. Someone who had already paid the door’s horrific toll, years, perhaps decades, before their Vanguard or Selthia had ever set foot in these ruins.

Li’s statue was the voluntary sacrifice they had knowingly made.

The second statue was a very weird question that absolutely no one had even thought to ask.

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Selphira meticulously reviewed both dispatches, the northern report from Liu and the southern update from Sirius, and a deep frown carved lines into her ancient yet young face.

Julius stood beside her, reviewing the logistical maps.

"Ever since Ren’s strike force breached the perimeter of the Wood ruin," Selphira noted, sliding the second general city and silver ring dispatch across the table toward the prince, "the mutant horde is moving with a highly irregular pattern."

"Irregular in what specific capacity?"

"They are behaving as if they are desperately trying to marshal their forces for a massive, coordinated offensive," Selphira stated, rereading the encrypted lines, desperately hunting for the tactical logic. "But they completely lack a definitive target. Sometimes the army aggressively realigns toward one of the sovereign dragons. Then, abruptly, it pivots back toward the capital. It is entirely erratic... I cannot read the board."

Julius scrutinized the tactical report. "The corruption has absolutely never behaved erratically."

"I concur," Selphira nodded grimly. "Perhaps this localized chaos is a direct consequence of whatever our resident genius just executed inside that star prison or the ruin. But I absolutely do not like unknown variables..."

They stood in heavy silence for a moment, both commanders staring down at the ink strokes summarizing military maneuvers unfolding miles away.

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A second, slightly smaller messenger bird arrived several minutes later...

"I have a logistical matter I must attend to," Julius finally announced, straightening his posture. "Keep me continuously updated on the movements... And ensure Arturo is briefed too. He has the defensive grid fully primed, and the absolute fastest messenger birds are locked and loaded on the runway in the event we must urgently recall the external strike forces."

’No, think of anything else...’

’Am I a fundamentally terrible grandmother for permitting my granddaughter to venture out into that slaughterhouse, and actually feeling relaxed about it?’

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