Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 1201

Chapter 1201: Chapter 1201 - Taming the Old World - Exiguous... Again!?

"Why is our core vibrating so loudly!? It refuses to let me sleep and my dream was absolutely delicious..."

Then, the small beast’s ethereal perception fully booted up. It registered the thick, glowing lines of corruption aggressively invading Ren’s system, and it immediately began to complain.

"This garbage again?! I genuinely thought my human had finally learned how to completely ignore this trash! How many times do I have to..."

The mushroom abruptly cut itself off.

"Wait. Wait, wait, wait."

The psychic link suddenly spiked with absolute, unadulterated terror.

"Is that dragon energy in our immature core?! RAMPANT dragon energy?!"

The spore beast’s voice pitched into a frantic, high-decibel scream of pure alarm.

"You are going to crystallize, you reckless lunatic! What in the world were you thinking?! Nobody with half a functional brain plays with this current! I explicitly warned you never to do exactly what Drag...!"

"You can scold me later," Ren grunted through clenched, fanged teeth, his eyes burning with absolute, monstrous resolve as he prepared to dive back into the fight.

The tiny spore beast let out a huff of profound annoyance, but its hyper-active ethereal perception immediately locked onto the most critical, fatal threat currently ravaging its host: the invading corruption.

Since whatever impossible, primordial resonance was actively pulsing from those dragon cores was acting like a concentrated shot of pure cosmic caffeine, completely eradicating its precious desire to sleep anyway, the mushroom grudgingly decided to lend a hand. It aggressively expanded its own bioluminescent aura deep within Ren’s soul. It functioned like a biological bulwark, pushing back the suffocating wave of toxic purple ether and instantly alleviating the catastrophic pressure that was threatening to rip Ren’s ancient scar wide open.

"Thanks for that," Ren gasped aloud. His chest heaved as he finally managed to snap his spine completely straight, shaking off the paralyzing feeling.

"Yes, yes. But don’t make a habit of relying on my aura since that power drains our..."

"How do I save the other two?" Ren interrupted, his mental voice laced with frantic urgency. His reptilian, slit pupils locked onto the convulsing, violently poisoned bodies of Liu and Sirius thrashing in the ground. "Tell me right now! Fast!"

But the battlefield refused to grant them a single moment of peace. The reinforced bedrock beneath their boots began to groan and violently tremble. The hundreds of trapped mutants buried in the subterranean dark were reacting frantically to the new exalted aura of corruption radiating from the artifact, aggressively clawing at the stone lid. Julius’s hyper-compressed seal would not hold forever.

Terrified of losing the razor-thin tactical initiative they had worked so hard to seize, Ren absolutely refused to halt his offensive output. He raised his clawed hand and relentlessly fired another volley of hyper-condensed lightning directly at the artifact’s remaining corrupted flesh, maintaining a suppressing fire while simultaneously conversing with his beast.

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