Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 419

Chapter 419: Chapter 419 - Tamers War - Promised Anxiety

Kharzan kept his attention fixed ahead as if he could see through the wall.

There, ahead, a solitary figure surely still stood disrespecting his army on the road forward.

According to reports, Sirius Starweaver seemed to be slowly retreating, keeping himself just outside the range of foot soldiers, as if he were carefully measuring the distance.

He didn’t seem to be doing anything threatening. He was just there, observing the advance with the patience of someone who perhaps expected something specific to happen.

Kharzan didn’t understand what kind of purpose or utility such behavior had. Was it really a distraction? Or simply the arrogance of a man who refused to accept the reality of being outnumbered and outpowered?

The numbers should have been overwhelming for anyone. Twenty thousand soldiers against one man, no matter how skilled, should be an inevitable victory. Yet something in Sirius’s calm demeanor suggested he knew something Kharzan didn’t.

"Maintain formation," Kharzan murmured to General Valdris, who advanced at his side. "No matter what he’s planning. Our troops will continue gathering until the complete march is unstoppable and flanks those blocking the bridge. A single man cannot ever stop us."

"Understood, my Lord," Valdris responded, though his tone suggested he too felt something was strange about the situation.

The troops continued their inexorable march. They already had about 13,000 soldiers and soon the complete forces would join, 20,000 soldiers would be an unstoppable mass. The numbers were on their side, the strategy was solid, and victory seemed inevitable.

Sirius continued retreating, step by step, maintaining that precise distance as if he were executing some type of ritual.

Then there was a small tremor.

Barely perceptible at first, a vibration that might have been caused by so many soldiers marching in formation. But there was something different about the sensation, something that didn’t fit with the natural rhythm of the military march.

The tremor intensified slightly, and Kharzan felt a strange sudden weakness in his legs.

Without warning, he fell to his knees.

It wasn’t fatigue, it wasn’t a wound... it was as if something fundamental had been altered in his own body. The sensation was disorienting, like having his very essence disconnected from his physical form.

"My Lord!" Valdris immediately approached, genuine concern in his voice. "What’s happening?"

Kharzan tried to respond, but the words didn’t come. His mind felt strangely clouded, as if he were seeing the world through thick fog.

"My Lord!" A messenger approached flying from the rear, his urgency cutting through the air. "Report from the wall!"

But Kharzan didn’t react. His eyes remained fixed on Valdris, but his expression was empty, distant.

Valdris automatically took charge.

"Report," he ordered the messenger.

"The abyss wall no longer has soldiers, General," the messenger reported quickly. "It appears they’ll try to intercept us with between 2,000 and 4,000 soldiers from the wall just before reaching the bridge."

Valdris frowned. It was a significant force, but manageable given their big numerical superiority.

"Anything else?"

Before the first messenger could respond, another approached from a different direction.

"General Valdris!" the second messenger shouted. "Massive attack reported in the center of Goldcrest territory! We don’t have casualty information yet!"

Valdris felt a chill of alarm. Simultaneous attacks on multiple fronts weren’t coincidence.

"My Lord!" he tried to get Kharzan’s attention again, but the leader remained motionless, as if in a trance.

A third messenger arrived, this one practically jumping from his beast.

"General! Sirius is glowing! It looks like he’s charging some kind of attack! We request permission to attack with flying patrols!"

Valdris looked ahead and could see it was true. An intense light was beginning to be visible from the highest part of the wall, surely Sirius’s work, and it continued growing in intensity with each passing second.

"My Lord!" he tried once more to wake Kharzan. "We need orders!"

But Kharzan remained completely motionless, his eyes fixed but empty, as if something had disconnected his consciousness from the surrounding world.

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In the heart of Goldcrest territory, Kassian found himself somewhat battered in front of a crystal wall that hadn’t existed moments before.

His room had been split in half, furniture scattered like broken toys, and his surprise, which had been enormous, could be seen on his face... very probably looking the same as most others in this Goldcrest castle right now.

He didn’t know how his mother, sisters, or other relatives were doing after what had just happened.

The crystal wall before him wasn’t simply that. In fact, it was the tiniest visible part of an enormous ice crystal that extended throughout the building. Its emergence had been what created such chaos, splitting walls, destroying structures, converting entire sections of the castle into a frozen nightmare.

Only one person was capable of such a display of power.

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