Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1331

Chapter 1331: Chapter 1331 - Taming the Old World - 0.5 hours

Nearly a thousand Platinum-tier beasts were marching on the capital.

The very first wave of the corrupted tide had already reached the outer trenches, and every single available Vanguard soldier manned the fortifications to hold the line with everything they had.

The siege commenced exactly as the command staff had anticipated, largely because a magical signature of this magnitude was impossible to conceal. A surge of power that massive rippled across the continent like a seismic tremor, meaning the corruption did not need to deploy forward scouts to locate the most pressing threat on the board.

It was like a blinding lighthouse in a sea of absolute darkness.

At his core, that was exactly what Ren represented. He was the radiant beacon providing hope to the remnants of humanity, yet he was simultaneously the irresistible flame drawing the purple aberrations out of the shadows.

The towering behemoths converged on that brilliant flare, driven by an urgent imperative to eradicate the only enemy they could not afford to ignore.

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Ultimately, the fast expansion of Selthia’s army had been indeed contained despite all.

Just as the Vanguard’s strategists had projected, once the swarm surpassed the critical mass of six hundred units, stunting their reproduction became exponentially more difficult. There were simply too many scattered packs roaming the wilderness and far too many blind spots for the human strike teams to monitor effectively.

However, those raids had accomplished exactly what they needed to.

While the initial six hundred beasts did manage to swell into a thousand over the following twenty-four hours, the final tally could have been vastly more devastating.

Standing on the ramparts, Arturo ran the grim arithmetic in his head as a bitter form of comfort.

Without the Vanguard’s relentless interference, the initial four hundred monsters would have doubled to eight hundred in the first sixteen hours.

They would have hit sixteen hundred by hour thirty-two.

And by the forty-eighth hour, the Witch would have commanded a staggering three thousand and two hundred Platinum titans.

That unchecked exponential growth would have buried the city beneath an insurmountable ocean of purple flesh.

Facing one thousand beasts after fifty-one hours of preparation was a quiet, uncelebrated triumph. It was a silent victory that no one would ever sing songs about, yet it had successfully spared the capital from facing more than three times the lethal force.

But that war hardly mattered right now.

The true battle for survival was unfolding in Yino, right on top of the castle dome.