Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1298

Chapter 1298: Chapter 1298 - Taming the Old World - Light Dragons - 2

Ren scanned the cramped notes without slowing his mount.

Far from bothering him, the news came as a welcome relief. Knowing the enemy was backing off meant he did not have to push his Mantis into a frantic sprint anymore, allowing the group to maintain a steady cruising speed and save every bit of their stamina for the fight itself.

A week ago, watching the enemy scatter to deny him a clean multi-kill would have annoyed him. Now, looking at the bigger board, he could not care less about the rank-and-file mutants. He was not flying south to pad a body count; he was here for the dragon, the ring, and the core.

Whether Selthia lost a hundred Platinums today or two hundred made very little difference in the grand scheme of things, not when her mountain incubators and outer-ring hunting packs could replace those losses before tomorrow afternoon. Trying to win this war by burning individual beasts was like trying to empty a beach from its sand with a broom.

The only metric that mattered anymore was denying the corruption of any new capabilities.

Every guardian core Selthia wired into her hive unlocked a fresh branch of magic for the entire swarm. If she got her hands on the Light Core, her beasts would gain access to light-attributed mana and higher-speed cellular mending, no light weakness would mean patching up the single greatest weakness in their biology.

So Ren would gladly let five hundred high level mutants walk away unharmed if it meant keeping that upgrade out of her reach.

The fact that her troops were scattering told him everything he needed to know: Selthia had run the math and realized she could not kill the guardian before he touched down.

So let the fodder run for the hills; the real prize was anchored to the mountain, and it wasn’t going anywhere.

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Over the next half hour, each fresh wave of scout reports painted the exact same picture in sharper detail.

Selthia was playing scared...

Mile by mile, her siege rings were loosening, the heavy packs pulling back from the slopes as the Witch pulled her hand away from a stove she knew was about to get hot. She had bled too much yesterday across three failed fronts, and she had no stomach for throwing away another army in a lane where Ren was personally taking the field.

When Ren and his five companions finally crested the final ridge and brought the southern peak into view, they found the exact scene the spotters had promised.

The Light Guardian was still in remarkably good shape.

The great white dragon towered over the rocky crags of its mountain sanctuary, its pale scales catching the morning sun with barely a scratch on its hide. A few dozen straggling mutants led by a Diamond one were still loitering along the lower ledges, lobbing occasional, half-hearted attacks up at it, yet there was no real conviction behind the push.