Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

Chapter 1099 - Taming the Wall - True Ruins - Unfair Advantage - 2

So Selthia had vast, hidden reserves and resources...She controlled three fully functional ruin's chambers complexes in Yino. And she still commanded the chamber Sirius and Ren had just fled, a fortress they wouldn't dare re-invade from fear of being imprisoned again by the crushing artifacts.

So she had four massive, subterranean 'laboratories' to experiment with ancient runes and forcefully mutate her beasts.

And now, the last test of her power had arrived: seeing if the enhanced horrors hidden in the nearest Yino chamber could capture Ren, Sirius or secure more Gold rank pawns for her chessboard.

These beasts possessed a staggering level of power. Any tamer with even a fraction of Ren's mana sensitivity could feel their oppressive auras radiating through the bedrock, even with the long detour around Yino some may have felt them.

But if they were coming as reinforcements... they were likely going to be just a few hours too late.

The beasts tearing through the ceiling were not Guardians and they didn't carry Selthia's chatty consciousness like the artifacts below, they were not at that level, they'd need one extra rank up...

They were simply feral.

Fast, heavily armored, and brutally strong.

And fast was the absolute worst possible trait they could possess when hunting an exhausted man who couldn't use his spatial jumps.

Sirius simply couldn't rip open a long-distance shadow portal.

The cost of the spell was basically suicidal. To execute a jump, he would have to physically carry Ren's dead weight, plus the eleven living non mana born people currently tucked away inside the spatial stomach of Ren's Wolverine.

He would have to actively coat every single one of those twelve entities in his own mana to shield them from the dimensional friction. Attempting that while somewhat drained from the earlier failed jump and fighting the corruption, and running solely on the residual fumes of Ren's golden energy, would instantly deplete him.

The equation didn't balance. Jumping wasn't going to save them.

All that remained was the common, brutal, agonizing act of running uphill… Basically climbing.

Two near-Platinum nightmares, dozens of Mid and High-Gold horrors spilling down behind them.

And a battered Sirius Starweaver, dragging a half-dead teenager up the stairs.

Two near-Platinum nightmares, dozens of Mid and High-Gold horrors spilling down behind them.

And a battered Sirius Starweaver, dragging a half-dead teenager up the stairs.

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Down below, Selthia was still throwing a tantrum.

Furious and screaming, she forcefully commanded the two massive, long legs of the main artifact in the stairwell. It dragged its horrific, black mass upward in a jerky, almost comical display of desperate movement. She was violently trying to reposition the grotesque purple-meat-carring-tower, desperate to keep Sirius trapped within her spatial-jamming radius while continuously firing long, purple shockwaves of corruption up the shaft.

Sirius's eyes narrowed. The world around him slowed down to a crawl.

What he was looking at right now wasn't a military engagement. It was something entirely different, a scenario of retreat while surrounded.

He couldn't know, but it was basically… An American football game.

But he was the only player from his team left on the field. There were dozens of massive, lethal defenders standing between him and the endzone. He had been handed an impossible pass. He was carrying the ball, a young man whose "genius" title didn't even begin to cover his true value to the world. And the endzone was the safety of the city walls, miles and miles away across the longest, deadliest football field in existence.

This wasn't just a game of evasion tactics. It was the most intense, high-stakes sprint a human body could possibly endure. The only difference was that getting tackled wouldn't result in a lost down or a change in the scoreboard. It meant the boy in his arms, the single most important key to humanity's future, would stop breathing.

Sirius ruthlessly adjusted his grip on Ren's arm, hauling the boy tighter against his side.

Above them, the ceiling of the tenth fake chamber violently detonated.

The first Platinum beast shattered the bedrock, raining massive boulders and choking dust down upon them. It launched itself at Sirius before the debris even hit the floor. It was a terrifying blur of jagged, interlocking armored plates and blinding speed. Sirius had less than a fraction of a second to evaluate it.

He didn't brace for an impact.

He didn't try to block.

Sirius jumped to one side and violently twisted his torso. He channeled the Celestial Tiger element, pushing the beast's powerful wind currents through his own legs. The maneuver possessed the liquid, flawless fluidity that only comes from decades of perfect synchronization between a tamer and his beast.

He manipulated his own mass, forcing his body entirely out of the trajectory. The armored horror violently crossed the exact empty space Sirius had occupied just a millisecond prior.

The beast's immense momentum worked against it. It skidded across the stone, its claws screeching, taking a crucial second to violently brake and reorient itself toward its agile prey.

One second… That was all Sirius needed.

He was already two massive steps higher up the crumbling new entrance, or more like a new exit for him.

"Hold on," Sirius grunted to Ren, completely unsure if the bleeding boy was even conscious enough to hear his voice.

Above them, nine fake chambers still separated them from the surface. Each cavernous room was an open expanse, empty space the hyper-fast beasts would use to run them down if Sirius lost even half a step of the impossible, lung-burning rhythm he had to maintain.

A deafening roar shook the stone as the second Platinum beast violently breached the chamber right behind the first.

Sirius sucked in a ragged breath of dust-filled air, locked his jaw, and anchored his burning legs for the next explosive push of the tiger's wind.

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Sirius was utterly exhausted. He had only managed to reach the sixth fake chamber.

For the very first time in this entire, harrowing escape, he was actually running ahead of the mutant horde. But securing that lead hadn't been easy, and it certainly hadn't been fast.

In fact, a grueling amount of time had passed.

Behind him, the lower chambers were a graveyard of shattered architecture.