Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1105

Chapter 1105: Chapter 1105 - Taming the Wall - Rescue

The scream tore from Luna’s throat before she could even consciously decide if shouting was appropriate. It was the raw, furious cry of an elite tamer who had just watched a perfectly calculated, lifesaving strategy shatter into pieces.

They couldn’t abort the spell on time. The synchronized, high-cost dual-element ray was already at critical mass; breaking the stabilization too fast would cause it to detonate in their hands.

They also couldn’t dive fast enough to physically pull him out of the way, either. The discharge sequence of the massive spell was making an spatial jump impossible and falling there was agonizingly, fundamentally slower than the jaws snapping shut around him.

They were going to watch him die.

But then, saving the entire strategy by a fraction of a millisecond, Ren’s wind exploded upward.

It was absolutely, undeniably clutch.

The colossal jaws stalled, violently knocked off-balance by the sudden, upward kinetic burst from below.

Larissa and Luna had a free target now...

The powerful rays carried energy over the 20% maximum mana that a common tamer could draw as instant mana, since a fused double could draw 40% thanks to having two beasts as a support medium.

By perfectly combining their efforts with the two beast copies, they had used 30% each.

But Luna’s blinding spike of raw panic and frustration at the attempted sacrifice found the exact conduit it needed in the charging spell. Larissa’s profound, mirroring worry fed into the exact same channel at the exact same moment.

They were holding hands, their souls completely synchronized by the network being inside Ren’s mind had taught them to navigate. It was almost biologically impossible not to channel that explosive, adrenaline-fueled emotional spike directly into the magic.

The thirty percent output they had originally calculated spiked violently. It slammed into the absolute maximum of forty percent, every single drop of quick-action mana the two girls had available.

The black and white spiraling ray descended from the heavens.

It completely erased the first beast.

It didn’t even shatter the exoskeleton. It simply deleted the colossal monster from reality. The sheer, overwhelming density of the dual-energy left absolutely no room for anything other than a smoking, empty absence.

The beasts swarming directly behind the vanguard mutant caught the brutal, almost unmitigated excess of the impact. The shockwave was apocalyptic. It instantly destroyed the front rows of the Gold-tier mutants and violently blasted the remaining horde backward in a deafening, concussive explosion.

Hovering in the sky above the crater, the residual aura clinging to the two girls was blinding. Their hands were still locked together.

To Sirius, who was staring up from below, entirely stripped of his mana, his fusion broken, and hovering on the very edge of unconsciousness, there was only one way his failing brain could process the sight.

It looked exactly as if the heavens had forcefully dispatched two otherworldly demigoddesses to solve a nightmare the mortal world simply could not survive on its own.

They hovered above the battlefield, the dust settling around them. Deep beneath the shattered earth, they could still feel the eight colossal artifacts. The oppressive, corrupted aura bleeding out of the sinkhole was undeniable. Their senses picked up the terrifying, churning mass of corruption waiting in the dark.

The rapid action mana was fast to accumulate, they were close to 20% again, they could stay. They could probably fight and slaughter the remaining Gold-tier beasts that had survived the blast.

Perhaps.

But the artifacts were not something they could simply destroy with brute force. And facing them wasn’t the objective today.

Today’s mission was extraction.

It was about pulling these two impossibly stubborn men out of hell after they had burned their absolute souls to secure the right outcome. And that outcome remained agonizingly fragile as long as they lingered on this cursed battlefield.

There was no deliberation, no vote... Neither of them even had to voice the retreat as an option.

In perfect synchronization, the two massive felines banked hard toward the distant walls of the city. Each beast carried a battered, unconscious passenger who was in absolutely no condition to protest.

They left the scarred clearing behind. The oppressive, purple aura continued to bleed out of the earth, settling into the heavy, profound silence that always follows another skirmish of a war that ends without a ceremony.