Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1292

Chapter 1292: Chapter 1292 - Taming the Old World - Compulsory Reaction - 3

Within minutes, every high-ranking Tamer across the kingdom knew the truce was over.

Having the city’s new defensive perimeter compressed down to a mere fifteen percent of its original size turned out to be a blessing for communication.

With the entire surviving population packed shoulder to shoulder inside the central districts, urgent dispatches did not even need messenger birds; the news traveled from mouth to mouth through the crowded streets in a matter of moments.

Selthia was marching ahead of schedule... Everyone had to mobilize right now.

Less than ten minutes after the horns sounded, the strongest dual-contract Tamers in the Vanguard had already formed a tight line in the subterranean vault beneath the royal castle.

Only those with systems and mana channels sturdy enough to stomach the raw flow of the underground ley line were permitted down here. The colossal pillar at the center of the cavern, studded with ancient fixed dragon cores, hummed as it filtered the volatile earth energy and refined it into pure, Diamond-grade power.

One by one, the kingdom’s elite waited in front of Ren to receive their share of the boost.

In any other era, bestowing the power of ancient dragons upon humanity’s champions would have been a grand, solemn ceremony full of kneeling and formal oaths.

Today, it looked like a rushed assembly line for relief food.

Ren handed out primordial dragon essence the exact same way a tired cook ladles out midday stew to a line of hungry, overworked laborers on a short break. He stood at the base of the pillar, grabbed an outstretched wrist, measured out a safe dose of energy for each different system, pushed it through, and let go.

There were no inspiring speeches or dramatic pauses...

"Next," Ren said, tapping a commander’s palm. A brief flare of light. "You’re good, move along. Next." The very same draconic surcharge that had encased a King in solid crystal after some degree of overuse was being portioned out with the brisk efficiency of a neighborhood soup kitchen.

The next three people waiting in the queue were his friends.

Liu looked the worst for wear among them...

The grueling clash in the south, combined with the sheer volume of purple rot his Wendigo form had digested to keep the hope from breaking, hung heavy on his frame. His eyelids drooped and his posture sagged, kept upright mostly by Taro, who stood right behind him with a broad, steadying hand planted against his shoulder blades.

Min, naturally, still had enough spare breath to run his mouth forever.

"Do I get a double scoop for putting in the overtime yesterday?" Min asked, holding both hands out like a beggar with an empty bowl. "What about a frequent customer discount? Come on, Ren, how many end-of-the-world sieges have we survived together at this point? I should have enough loyalty points saved up for a free upgrade!"

Ren rolled his eyes and let out a long sigh, grabbing Min’s wrist to inject his just share.

Filling Min’s tank with high-grade dragon mana was only going to make him louder. Worse, it meant unleashing him alongside Mayo, the other half of the Vanguard’s resident chaos duo. She had already received her dose five minutes ago and was currently stationed at the top of the stairwell, appointed by nobody to get the departing troops into the proper mindset for a final stand.

"IT IS THE APOCALYPSE, PEOPLE!" Mayo’s voice echoed all the way down the stone shaft from the courtyard above.