Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1275

Chapter 1275: Chapter 1275 - Taming the Old World - Shadow Dragons - All Reinforcements

Isaac, a man who belonged in front of a forge rather than on a battlefield, found himself in a situation very similar to Klein’s. Using his two fire beasts and a deep understanding of beasts fusion usually reserved for shaping crystals, he proved surprisingly effective at cornering a stray mutant.

He did not fight with the elegant grace of a trained soldier. He fought like a blacksmith striking an anvil; he used heavy force mixed with the practice of his trade.

The princes’ half-siblings contributed to the meat grinder as well.

They lacked overwhelming firepower and they were not dual tamers, yet they stood their ground. They plugged minor gaps, held precarious defensive lines, and fed their own strength into the massive machine keeping the city alive.

Ren’s old neighbors, the children of the humble villagers who lived near the hill outside the inner wall, fought shoulder to shoulder. Wielding their mostly plant-type beasts, they defended their territory with the exact same communal loyalty they had shown Ren over the past few years.

And surprisingly enough, even Larissa’s mother stepped onto the stage.

Lutea had spent years isolated in her quiet, aristocratic corner.

Today, she proved her worth.

She was, after all, a genuine dual tamer. A relic of the older generation, certainly rusted from years of avoiding combat, but a powerhouse nonetheless. When the vibrant city Ren had shown her from the high tower, the sprawling capital filled with the common people who truly sustained the kingdom, began to burn around her, something shifted inside Lutea. She refused to just sit and watch it crumble.

She fought... She moved with rigid, haughty posture, constantly muttering bitter complaints about the sheer indignity of the dirt and the noise. Yet she unleashed her beasts, casting powerful spells that halted advancing mutants in their tracks, saving lives that would have otherwise been lost.

Perhaps Ren’s little educational tour had paid off after all.

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But every well eventually runs dry...

Without the four most powerful earth tamers anchoring the frontline, the Vanguard’s defense lost its sturdy foundation. Julius, Taro, and the remaining earth specialists had completely drained their internal reserves to break the massive wave.

A double fusion offered an incredible surge of combat prowess, but it came with a strict expiration date. Facing a staggering two hundred and seventy-five mutant apex predators, even the most resilient warriors had bled their cores dry.

Min was also running on fumes, his relentless aerial bombardments slowing to a mere trickle.

They had accomplished a monumental task. Through sheer grit, they had carved the enemy numbers down from two hundred and seventy-five to roughly one hundred and eighty. In any standard engagement, that remaining figure would have been highly manageable for the city as a whole.

However, the surviving beasts were already beginning to cannibalize the fallen...

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This was the exact nightmare Arturo had anticipated from the very beginning.

Lacking a specialized tamer to incinerate the almost full residual energy trapped within the corpses as mana, every single fallen monster transformed into premium fuel. Now, with the human defenders completely exhausted, the rotting corruption stepped forward to collect its debt.

The surviving beasts ravenously devoured their dead kin. They rapidly replenished their stamina, and the terrifying headcount began to crawl back upward. One hundred and eighty-five...

Then almost one hundred and ninety.

The monstrous army they had sacrificed so much blood to decimate was actively reconstructing itself using the husks of its own slaughtered ranks.

It felt like everything was lost.

In the eyes of any one outside his mind, Arturo’s controversial decision to divert crucial reinforcements south right when the capital needed them most appeared painfully greedy. It looked like a catastrophic tactical error destined to cost them the entire city.

Or at least, that is what someone might assume if they failed to trust Arturo’s flawless arithmetic.

He had not been greedy... He had executed a precise calculation, timed down to almost the exact minute.

The fast message he received earlier, the specific intel that had soothed his nerves and given him the tactical clearance to risk helping the southern front, was finally manifesting into reality.

Arturo never gambled blindly.

He placed his chips on hard data, banking on a meticulously scheduled arrival.

And that precise minute had just struck.

Down in the mud, the hundred slaughtered beasts that were actively fueling the enemy resurgence suddenly ignited.

The ignition was systematic. One pile of flesh caught fire, then the next, rapidly spreading across the perimeter of the capital. The corpses erupted in blinding purple flames mere seconds before the scavengers could sink their teeth into them.