Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 436

Chapter 436: Chapter 436 - Tamers War - Coordinated Storm

Selphira had rested well in the underground shelter Julius had prepared.

Ashenway recovery pills, combined with constant support from water tamers specialized in regenerative techniques, had maintained her at the highest possible level of recovery during the extended break.

With such careful attention, her energy had recovered to seventy-five percent. Instead of the six hours she had initially calculated, Kharzan’s army had taken a full eight hours to resume movement. So Julius had convinced her to rest a bit longer and reach this quite acceptable energy level.

The delay had been worth it. She could feel the difference in her mana reserves, the steady pulse of power that flowed through her connection with her beasts. Her White Serpent stirred restlessly within her, eager for the coming battle, while her turtle’s defensive energy provided a calming counterbalance.

Ren and Larissa had sent several hours ago some protective skins covered with Ren’s own spores to manipulate the bombs or handle any infected in case there had been accidents during transport or handling.

Fortunately, that hadn’t been necessary. The flying teams had handled the bombs perfectly, following protocols with the precision that military training demanded.

But the protective equipment would perhaps serve Selphira for the final phase of her mission. They gave them to her along with instructions on how to use them appropriately, though she doubted she’d need such precautions.

Julius was now ready to initiate the coordinated bombardment they had been planning. His eyes held the focused intensity of a commander who had spent hours perfecting every detail of what was about to unfold.

The waiting was over.

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A bit earlier, in Kharzan’s main army encampment, the leader received reports alongside Valdris in a command tent that had become the nerve center of multiple simultaneous crises.

The leaders of the main families, Strahlfang, Blackwood, and even the recently rescued leader of the Zhao, were present. They had temporarily set aside direct command of their family forces to jointly address the precarious situation that had developed.

Each face bore the weight of command decisions that could determine not just the battle’s outcome, but the survival of their bloodlines.

An infection had emerged on the right side of their formation and was expanding slowly but surely through the troops. The reports were disturbing in their consistency.

"Current containment status?" Kharzan asked, observing the changing terrain maps that showed the extent of the problem.

"We have isolated the contaminated," reported Blackwood’s leader, his weathered face showing the strain of managing an impossible situation. "But they continue releasing particles with a range of several meters. Gradually, some careless soldiers are emerging as new contaminated from the proximity."

His voice carried frustration, every precaution they implemented seemed to create new vulnerabilities.

Kharzan knew from previous reports that abyssal soldiers could combat the infection. The information had come from the failed mission in the forest where they hadn’t been able to capture "that damned brat"... The details of that failure remained painful to consider.

But after consulting extensively with the Yino forces they had available, about 500 soldiers distributed throughout the army, Kharzan had learned of a critical complication.

If there was too much exposure to the infection without appropriate rest, the abyssal beasts could be lost forever. It wasn’t simply a matter of fatigue or temporary damage. It was permanent destruction of bonds that couldn’t be recovered.

Each abyssal tamer represented resources that couldn’t be replaced.

"How many infected do we currently have?" Valdris asked, his mind already calculating the mathematics of attrition.

"Around one hundred," Blackwood responded, consulting the most recent reports. "But the number continues growing slowly."

Kharzan found himself facing a complex tactical dilemma. He had to consider how much those hundred infected soldiers mattered versus the risk of permanently losing some of the valuable abyssal tamers.

The regular soldiers were his true force, one he had to try to preserve for the war’s end. But unlike Yino’s less aggressive and battle-useful abyssals... It was painful to admit, but true from a cold military perspective, the abyssal tamers represented capabilities that couldn’t be duplicated if Yino didn’t provide them.

"Options?" he asked the assembled leaders.

"We can attempt total quarantine," Strahlfang suggested, his voice carefully measured. "Keep the infected isolated until the infection naturally exhausts itself."

It was the safest option.

"Estimated time?"

"Unknown. But we could be talking about days or weeks."

The uncertainty was almost worse than a long definitive timeline. Planning became impossible when the variables couldn’t be controlled or predicted.

"We don’t have even a bit of that time," Kharzan growled, his frustration bleeding through his careful composure. "Not when we must reach the bridge as soon as possible."

Every hour of delay gave their enemies more time to prepare, more opportunities to strengthen their defenses, more chances for reinforcements to arrive and tip the balance permanently against them. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Zhao cleared his throat, drawing attention. "We can also use the abyssals in short rotations. Limited exposure, mandatory rest periods."

It was a compromise solution, the kind of middle ground that satisfied no one completely but offered something to everyone.

"Risk of loss?"

"Reduced, but not completely eliminated."

Half-measures in war often led to half-victories. Kharzan studied the maps.

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