Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1333

Chapter 1333: Chapter 1333 - Taming the Old World - Seconds

Furthermore, it hardly mattered what desperate countermeasures the small humans decided to deploy... They would inevitably fall short.

The ancient entity locked within the mutant meat chassis harbored the unshakeable certainty of a being that had already weathered the apex of human strength.

It had already tasted the absolute ceiling of Ren’s draconic output. And it had survived.

During their initial clash, this stitched-together mutant vessel had been significantly smaller. It had not yet absorbed the stolen guardian cores currently sitting in its chest, and its overall physical mass was a mere fraction of its present towering state.

Even in that incomplete, fragile condition, the ancient parasite had successfully endured the synchronized, maximum-output barrage from Ren and the kingdom’s heaviest hitters. It had been sealed away in the end, true, but it had not been broken.

It had walked away from the most devastating strike humanity had ever managed to coordinate.

Today, the half mechanical titan was a vastly superior weapon.

It possessed overwhelming physical mass. It wielded the raw ether of the stolen cores, actively feeding through the blind spot in the harmonic interference grid. It commanded a sheer output that had previously proven sufficient to shatter Ren’s best tower, a defensive construct boasting a structural density rivaling true adamantium.

If it possessed the strength to fracture an adamantium-grade shell, then no pathetic human artillery was going to slow its ascent. Defeating the ancient machine in a straightforward brawl was a mathematical impossibility. Engaging in open combat was, by a massive margin, the most foolish tactical route the Vanguard could have possibly selected.

Yet the only viable alternative, reconstructing the runic lock, would not save them either.

The parasite had run the equations meticulously during its long, silent days of captivity. Regardless of whatever meager advantages the Vanguard hoarded, and no matter how meticulously they prepared their ritual, weaving a suppression matrix of that magnitude required a tangible investment of time.

The very second they breached the steel dome to initiate the overhaul, the creature would reclaim its connection to the purple energy network. It would instantly shatter the compromised bedrock floor before the Tamers could finish their incantations. It would slip seamlessly into the deeper basement of the castle, claiming the ultimate prize it had sought from the very beginning, long before the humans could secure even the first runic node.

At this juncture, a total victory was an inescapable certainty.

Consequently, when the Vanguard actively cracked the prison wide open, momentarily pinning the mechanical chassis in place with a net of shadow magic just to launch a frontal assault, the primordial entity almost laughed.

They had actually chosen to fight...

They had selected the worst, most profoundly idiotic path available on the board. It was the exact brand of suicidal arrogance it had come to expect from insignificant pests who deluded themselves into believing they could challenge the divine.

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The light energy impact crashed down like a divine judgment.

Ren’s strike, heavily amplified and completely overcharged, descended upon the beast carrying the crushing weight of a lethal draconic overload and the synchronized fury of six elite shadow commanders. Against any standard creature on the continent, that single blinding flash would have spelled instant annihilation.

The ancient machine simply raised its stolen artifacts to weather the storm.

The indestructible limbs snapped upward, interposing themselves between the falling mass of ether and the creature’s vulnerable core, soaking up the staggering force exactly as they had absorbed every previous assault.

The purple mind actively measured the incoming pressure while holding the line, analyzing the damage output with the chilling calm of a predator that already knew the final score.