Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 450

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Chapter 450: Chapter 450 - Tamers War - Turning Points - Failed Promise

All fallen soldiers lost the infection quickly. The golden fungi that had been growing on their bodies withered and disappeared, absorbed by the light roots. Their breathing became more stable, their colors healthier.

The intense glow that began emanating from Ren finally attracted the attention of infected soldiers who were still conscious in the vicinity.

"What is that light?" one of them murmured, approaching instinctively.

Several more followed him, and when their bare feet or broken boots touched the roots that now extended widely across the ground, something extraordinary happened.

The roots began healing them too.

"It’s healing!" shouted a soldier upon seeing how the spores on his arms vanished. "Look, the infection is going away!"

It was like a savior appearing in the middle of misfortune that many of them had never wanted to experience.

"Don’t get close to him!" Liora shouted, alarmed by the uncontrolled bunch of soldiers approaching, but Larissa immediately saw the opportunity.

"But you can bring all the infected to the vicinity!" Larissa shouted to approaching soldiers. "Everyone you care about can be brought close to the light network on the ground to be cured!"

The response was immediate and emotional.

Soldiers who felt better after only seconds in contact with the roots began remembering companions, friends, brothers who had also been infected. Many decided they had important people to save and began searching among the unconscious.

"My brother is over there!" a young soldier ran toward an area where several infected lay motionless.

"Help me with the sergeant!" another shouted, carefully dragging an older man toward the expanded network.

With power absorbed from the first cured, Mooshito grew the network again, extending roots even further.

Soldiers who carried unconscious people toward the healing zone attracted the attention of more conscious infected soldiers.

The procession began advancing rapidly toward the light.

More soldiers arrived carrying infected companions. Some dragged several at once. Others organized groups to transport the most gravely affected.

In few minutes, hundreds of soldiers had been purified of golden infection, and each cure fed an enormous network that didn’t stop growing.

Ren had become the center of a phenomenon that transformed not only infected bodies, but morale and perhaps in some cases the old "loyalty" to the enemy army thanks to having witnessed the miracle.

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Victor was being dragged by retreating soldiers, his unconscious body swaying on the back of a beast and its tamer who ran desperately toward the city’s interior.

Behind them, hundreds of earth elemental tamers did everything in their power to absorb Venmont’s storm blows. Massive rock walls sprouted from the ground only to be destroyed by the beast that seemed to have transformed into a true dragon.

The defensive line had completely fallen.

Yino soldiers from the bridge poured into the city like an unstoppable tide, following Venmont who devastated everything in his path.

It wouldn’t be long before they reached the terrorized evacuation groups, and it looked increasingly difficult for them to get Victor to the castle before being overrun by Yino forces.

Victor now depended completely on the speed of others’ legs to survive.

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In the main arena of battle against Kharzan, yet another tragedy unfolded.

Selphira spat blood while screaming with effort that tore her throat.

The drop in environmental temperature hadn’t stopped Kharzan...

But in direct contact, Selphira’s power was much more than simple cold.

It was the absolute absence of heat, the type of power that could stop time itself.

When the ancient woman touched Kharzan’s arm with both hands...

Not even the monster’s enormous regeneration was sufficient to counteract it. In direct contact with the ancient woman’s ice mana, his arms ended up completely frozen, then his entire body followed.

Even with the crystal’s voices guiding him desperately.

Selphira destroyed Kharzan’s frozen arms with a single blow.

Fragments of ice and corrupt flesh flew in all directions while she, without time to treat her own mortal wound, only allowed extreme cold to stop the bleeding from the enormous perforation in her side.

The injury was devastating, yet her determination seemed to transcend physical limitations in ways that spoke of a willpower forged across centuries.

But freezing him wasn’t enough.

Internal heat grew again, Kharzan’s arms were already regenerating at visible speed, and his body broke ice from within while vapor sprouted from every pore.

The regeneration was relentless, powered by even older energies that refused to acknowledge defeat.

Selphira pulled her glaive from the ground where she had buried it and swung with all her strength to cut his neck in a decisive movement.

The blade separated Kharzan’s head before he could free himself completely and finally ended the battle.

Or that should have been the case.

But halfway through the cut, the blade found unexpected resistance.

Corrupt forces had transformed Kharzan’s neck thickness into something enormous and much more resistant than expected. Muscles had expanded, skin had hardened, and the glaive got stuck before completing its work.

Fatigue and pain from the wound hadn’t helped either.

Her strength was rapidly fading, each movement costing more effort than her reserves could sustain.

But Selphira found enough time to take her main spear and tear it from Kharzan’s torso with a desperate pull that shattered ice and reopened wounds that the monstrosity Kharzan had now become had already managed to heal.