Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 458

Chapter 458: Chapter 458 - Tamers War - Dragon

Arturo found himself at the top of the castle’s highest tower, desperately struggling to maintain structural defenses while observing Venmont’s silhouette standing on his beast’s back, floating arrogantly in the sky.

The sight filled him with impotent rage... their castle reduced to a target for casual bombardment while the enemy commander posed like some conquering hero from a children’s tale.

There were 6 creatures, 3 of them fused and 3 of them free.

The conversational tone was more unsettling than any battle roar could have been. This was the voice of someone so confident in their superiority that ’formalities’ like anger or urgency had become unnecessary.

The King of Yano materialized from the air as if he had been invisible, but hadn’t been there moments before. The speed had been so absolute that for Venmont it was indistinguishable from teleportation.

"I know what a dragon is."

Venmont’s corrupt Wyvern attacked immediately, launching acid that would have melted the strongest Gold tamers.

But he had won that battle. And he had learned elemental secrets that transformed his understanding of his beast’s power forever.

The laughter wasn’t mocking or cruel, it was genuinely delighted, as if he had just heard an excellent joke. That somehow made it infinitely more insulting than contempt would have been.

Its wood elemental power had been refined to maximum during a battle that had pushed Dragarion to the absolute limit of his capabilities, an experience that only Zhao’s ridiculously opportune arrival had saved him from paying with his life.

The tone was that of a teacher patiently waiting for a student to demonstrate they had understood a lesson, already knowing the answer would be disappointing.

His final form was truly monstrous: a hybrid of Wyvern, scorpion, crocodile, and three more beasts he had fused into a living nightmare of arms, claws, teeth, and wings.

"Hello," Dragarion said casually, as if he had bumped into Venmont at the market. "Nice day for invading other people’s kingdoms, isn’t it?"

The process was as fascinating as it was repulsive, artificial enhancement pushed to limits that should have been impossible to survive.

Before Venmont could respond, an emerald fist crashed against his stomach with force that made the air itself ripple. The impact sent him flying again, this time directly downward, his body carving a path through the sky like a falling meteor.

Venmont was launched through the air like a rag doll, his concentration destroyed and his carefully charged attack dispersing. His body pierced through three clouds before managing to stabilize, stunned and bleeding from multiple wounds he didn’t understand how he had received.

It was like watching a shooting star reverse course and slam into a mountain.

"What...?" he murmured, looking around desperately to identify his attacker.

But it remained to be seen whether even the King’s power would be sufficient against what Yino had created.

But it was his Azure Dragon that truly made clear what Dragarion was talking about.

Why would he?

But Dragarion laughed louder and clapped instead of becoming frightened.

The Azure Dragon ignored it completely.

Its whiskers and beard shimmered with primordial wisdom, ancient knowledge made manifest in crystalline structures that sang with harmonics beyond human hearing. This was power that predated kingdoms and would outlast civilizations.

Dragarion’s Platinum Qilin manifested first. The true "Yellow Dragon" of legends, whose mere existence confirmed celestial mandate to rule.

"Very well," Venmont murmured, preparing for complete fusion. "If you want to see how real power works..." View the correct content at f|ree(w)ebn\o.vel.co(m)

Venmont screamed in frustration and pain while flying uncontrollably toward the clouds.

His father had returned just in time.

The memory of that battle was written in every scale, every whisker, every perfect curve of the Azure Dragon’s form. It had been forged in conflict that transcended normal understanding of what constituted overwhelming odds.

His soldiers had established a perfect perimeter around him, their formations tight and relaxed despite the chaos below. He was simply dedicating himself to systematically bombarding a castle that could do nothing more than cover itself pathetically from below.

"Dragon?" he repeated with genuine incredulity. "You call that sick lizard a dragon?"

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