Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1140

Chapter 1140: Chapter 1140 - Taming the Wall - Automation - 2

As soon as Ren left the plan started...

Because the Witch of corruption had absolutely not been wasting her time during the long calm.

She hadn’t just been quietly mutating new horrors in the dark of her ruins. She had been meticulously studying the macro-movements of humanity’s most lethal asset. She had been mapping Ren’s behavioral patterns, analyzing exactly how the young commander used his time and responded to localized pressure.

And her twisted mind had reached a terrifyingly simple, absolutely correct conclusion: If she applied heavy, irregular pressure to an adjacent sector, the boy’s inherent heroic complex would force him to abandon his own post to help, blindly trusting his automated toys to cover his absence.

That was exactly what Selthia wanted.

A window. Just one clean, unobstructed window without him probing the rings near her ruins or on his side of the wall.

The exact millisecond Ren’s boots touched down in Yino’s Southern sector, Selthia violently attacked Yano’s Southern one.

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What Ren actually found when he landed in Roran’s section was highly irregular, and deeply concerning.

There was a massive swarm of standard Silver-rank mutants, as usual. But they were static just outside the tower reach and being commanded by three distinctly advanced Gold-rank mutants, ranging from Gold 1 to Gold 3.

And they were behaving in a weird way too.

They weren’t attacking. They were waiting.

The three Gold mutants stood at the absolute forefront of the swarm, firmly planted exactly one inch outside the maximum lethal engagement range of the sector’s autonomous tower. They were silently measuring it. Testing the boundaries of its aggro radius, priming their muscles for an assault, but absolutely refusing to commit to the charge.

’It’s a probing test for the towers...’ Ren realized the exact second his eyes saw the formation, his eyes narrowing at the uncommon situation.

But this wasn’t the only test currently being conducted.

Miles away, in his own abandoned sector, the situation was conceptually identical, but the execution was completely, violently different.

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For Garret, Dunn, and the rest of the grizzled grunts in the Southwest sector, the threat that suddenly broke the tree line wasn’t a swarm of Silvers commanded by a few Golds.

It was a roaring, suffocating tidal wave of Golds. Dozens of them.

And they were being commanded by a colossal, Platinum-rank monstrosity.

And this Platinum horror absolutely did not wait patiently on the perimeter like the Gold mutants in Roran’s sector.

It launched itself directly at the autonomous tower.

The enchanted bows sang. And they fired with great accuracy thanks to Ren’s constant help. The small runes of purifying light inflicted effective burning damage against the corrupted flesh. The modular control runes, the localized freezing bursts and chaining lightning, also staggered and slowed the charging Gold beasts.

But it simply wasn’t enough.

If this had been a standard swarm of Silver mutants, those enchanted bows would have decisively annihilated the wave. But against the drastically superior vitality and dense armor of Gold-tier beasts, every single creature required a concentrated, sustained volley of fire to actually drop.

And against the towering Platinum horror leading the charge? The mass produced arrows were almost useless.

Its massive, corrupted bulk absorbed the enchanted mineral broadheads as if it were being pelted with dull pins.

The downed tower fought savagely from the mud, thrashing and bleeding ether until the bitter end.

But without Ren there to provide the required support against a Platinum level enemy, surrounded and vastly outnumbered by beasts that were as strong as its operating rank, it was an impossible fight.

Soon, the wooden monolith was violently, completely dismantled.

And somewhere far, far away in the dark, staring through the corrupted, rotting eyes of the Platinum beast, Selthia finally obtained exactly what she had wanted to learn. She possessed a good measurement of how much power and concentrated biological mass was required to violently uproot and destroy one of "Red Pathfinder’s" miraculous towers. And she had absolute confirmation that, if the pressure was correctly applied in the right place at the right time, it could be done.

She had successfully measured the strength of the tower without Ren being present to save it.

The bizarre attack on Roran’s section had been nothing more than a calculated, noisy decoy. Ren’s abandoned sector had always been the true target.