Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 741

Chapter 741: Chapter 741 - Taming the Fifth Year - Stars of the Past - 7

Sirius took the light spirit while Orion engaged the dark one, their tigers working in parallel despite the hatred between masters. Coordination born from years of training in similar styles rather than any remaining affection.

Ten seconds of combat before both spirits fell, efficiency born from desperation and skill that hadn’t been completely eroded by exhaustion.

The rewards: four artifacts and a pile of crystals that would have made them happy under different circumstances. Now they just felt like a small payment for huge suffering that couldn’t be compensated.

SIXTH CHAMBER

Four spirits materialized, a mix of light and darkness that attacked perfectly coordinated to the level of shared consciousness or central control. All of them touching the threshold of low Gold-rank power, actually threatening despite the soldiers numerical advantage.

The soldiers who’d followed Sirius and Orion began helping here, their presence making the difference between manageable fight and potential disaster.

"Conserve your beasts without using mana," Sirius ordered with the voice of someone used to command even in crisis. "Reinforcements will come eventually, and forcing yourselves beastless is dangerous in these ruins."

They had sent two soldiers to call for reinforcements...

The battle took several minutes, both brothers ending up gasping for breath. Every subsequent fight was draining reserves that were already nearly empty.

The prizes: six artifacts and even more crystals that were starting to pile up.

EIGHTH CHAMBER

The chamber opened before them like an enormous cavern, twice as large as any of the previous ones they’d encountered.

Eight spirits floated in the central space, all mid-Gold rank in power, moving in perfect coordination with each other like dancers following a choreography written centuries ago.

One of the remaining soldiers let out a strangled sound. "This is suicide."

He wasn’t wrong, and nobody could blame him for the assessment. Of the more than a hundred men who’d begun the battle against the draconic wolf, only fifteen remained standing, and those looked like one more hit would send them straight into unconsciousness or worse.

Sirius evaluated them with a cold gaze. "Stay back then."

The terror on the soldiers’ faces was evident, fear warring with duty and pride. None would dare let their leaders fight and die alone, not when retreat meant living with that shame for whatever remained of their lives...

Better to die trying than survive as cowards.

Sirius looked at Orion. Orion returned the look without flinching. There were no words of coordination, no "let’s work together" or sentimental stupidities of that nature. Just Sirius’s silent understanding that they needed to not kill each other in the next few minutes if they wanted to survive what came after.

They advanced into the chamber side by side, brothers now united by necessity rather than affection.

The spirits reacted instantaneously, launching themselves in waves that forced the soldiers and both Sirius and Orion to separate. Sirius’ Celestial White Tiger roared, its concentrated light claws tearing through the first spirit that dared approach too close.

On the other side of the chamber, Orion’s Black Tiger consumed another in its jaws of pure light, the contrast between their techniques highlighting how similar their training had been despite philosophical differences.

But he didn’t dare question his brother yet, not with Sirius’s face carrying hatred toward him barely contained by circumstances...

Not when one wrong word might shatter whatever fragile cooperation kept them both alive.

NINTH CHAMBER

The ninth chamber was the same size as the eighth, but what waited inside made Sirius stop dead in his tracks.

Only two spirits, which should have been relief after fighting eight. But these weren’t like the previous ones, not even close.

They were fused together, light and darkness intertwined so perfectly it hurt to look at directly and think about the way two contrary elements could exist like that. Not a chaotic mixture but impossible balance, as if someone had taken opposing forces and compelled them to coexist in lethal harmony.

They were high Gold-rank, yes, but it wasn’t the rank that made them dangerous. Rank made them only twice as strong as individual spirits from before, but the problem was the elemental synergy that shouldn’t be possible.

And the density of their connection. Two spirits, each containing power equivalent to not just two but four from the previous chamber, all that energy compressed into smaller, more concentrated forms.

That meant more solid defenses, greater resistance to conventional attacks, efficiency that turned normal advantages into liabilities.

The spirits didn’t wait for analysis or strategy... They attacked with huge speed.