Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

Chapter 446: Chapter 446 – Tamers War – Crystallized Fury

Selphira retreated, surprised by Kharzan’s sudden release of power, but was already preparing her next attack.

On the ground, Valdris’s body lay motionless, having paid the final price for decades of unwavering loyalty.

Kharzan’s roars of pain over Valdris’s death resonated across the battlefield, but something deeper was happening. Pure emotion, unfiltered rage, had broken not only the ice chains, but also the last barriers he maintained between himself and abyssal power.

The transformation was more complete than anything he had experienced before, not just physical enhancement, but the absolute abandonment of everything that had once made him think as a human.

Kharzan let himself go completely.

He allowed the beasts to take his body, fusing at a level that transcended simple symbiosis. His form reconfigured, muscles and bones flowing like malleable clay while six creatures became a single perfectly integrated entity.

The process was beautiful and horrifying to witness.

He was so merged with abyssal power that he even managed to feel something that should have been impossible at this distance.

The crystal’s voices.

“New child of the abyss controlled by the stasis strings,” they whispered in his mind, arriving from kilometers away like echoes from a deep cavern. “You can hear us…”

The connection was startling in its clarity.

Kharzan stopped for a moment, surprised by the clarity of communication with voices he had heard completely unintelligibly only once before. The Grand Crystal, which should have been too far away to be heard on this side of the kingdom, had somehow established direct connection with him.

“Let us see through your eyes,” the voices continued, and Kharzan felt a strange presence exploring his perception.

Through his multiple eyes, the crystal observed Selphira, analyzing every nuance of her power, every energy pattern that emanated from her. The inspection was thorough, like a scholar studying a particularly interesting specimen.

“Interesting… She has purifying power… it’s weak, but strange,” the voices murmured with something that sounded like concern. “Could this be the one who has stolen the parts that the light core needed?”

Kharzan didn’t completely understand what they were talking about, but he could feel the evaluation the crystal was making.

“In the end it doesn’t matter,” the voices concluded with cold indifference. “If the parts aren’t together with the correct method, they’ll never reach their maximum expression. But this woman… could be a future problem.”

The crystal’s attention then focused on the battle developing around Kharzan.

“As our child of the abyss fights against the possible usurper. It would be better to eliminate her if possible.”

And then Kharzan felt how something massive and ancient directed its enormous capacity toward him.

Power flowed through the abyssal connection like a cascade of purple energy. It wasn’t just raw power; it was control, precision, crystallized knowledge being transferred directly to his fused form.

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Kharzan began moving as if the mutated body had been his from birth.

Where before he had been somewhat clumsy with his new hybrid form, now every movement had lethal grace that defied his monstrous appearance. His many extremities coordinated perfectly, and his agility increased to levels that made Selphira blink with surprise.

“What…?” She murmured, immediately noticing the change.

Her centuries of experience told her that what she was witnessing shouldn’t be possible.

Kharzan smiled with all his mouths simultaneously.

The expression was more unsettling than any battle roar.

Selphira responded with her new spear, executing that technique she had perfected during decades of combat. The ice spear moved as if it were alive, creating attack patterns that should have been impossible to predict or dodge.

Each movement was a masterwork of martial artistry, the culmination of centuries spent perfecting the deadly dance of close combat.

But Kharzan blocked them all.

His form contorted in ways that violated normal anatomy, dodging by centimeters while counterattacking with combinations that forced Selphira to retreat step by step.

“Impossible!” Selphira panted, blocking a claw that would have decapitated any other opponent. “Your control shouldn’t be so…”

“Precise?” A combination of voices within Kharzan completed the sentence while his scorpion tail sought an attack angle that Selphira barely managed to avoid. “Surrender, old usurper.”

The battle had completely reversed. Where before Selphira had been controlling the combat’s rhythm, now she could barely defend herself. Her energy diminished with each exchange while Kharzan’s seemed to grow constantly.

But the effect wasn’t limited only to Kharzan.

The energy the Grand Crystal was channeling spilled over to other abyssal combatants in the battle. Julius noticed the change immediately when the triple tamer he had been facing suddenly moved with feral speed he hadn’t shown before.

“What the hell…?” Julius murmured, barely dodging claws that moved like purple lightning.

Throughout the battlefield, abyssals who had been fighting in relatively controlled manner became faster, wilder, more lethal. Their eyes glowed with more intense purple light.

“They’re strengthening!” shouted one of Yano’s commanders, watching how an abyssal soldier tore through one of his men’s defense with ferocity he hadn’t shown moments before.

Things that had been so in Yano’s favor began to tilt dramatically toward the Yino-Goldcrest alliance.

The reversal was sudden and complete, the kind of battlefield shift that could determine the war’s outcome.

“Regroup!” Julius shouted, recognizing that the battle’s dynamics had changed.

But even while giving orders, Julius knew they were in trouble. The change wasn’t simply power; it was something deeper, more fundamental. It was as if an external force had decided to tip the scales.

In the center of everything, Selphira fought desperately against a Kharzan who seemed to have transcended his previous limitations.

“Your technique is impressive,” ’Kharzan’ admitted while his attacks forced Selphira to retreat even more.

Three out of five claws found their mark, tearing through Selphira’s ice armor and leaving three bleeding lines on her left arm.

“But four centuries of life are nothing compared to millennia.”

Selphira realized with growing horror that she wasn’t fighting only against Kharzan.

The voice, the coordination, the impossible recovery, all spoke to something far older and more dangerous than any individual tamer, no matter how enhanced.

“What are you?” she demanded, using a defensive technique to gain a few seconds of respite.

“I am the future,” Kharzan responded, his voice carrying harmonies that weren’t human. “And you are the past.”

The next attack came with force that made the ground crack under Selphira’s feet. For the first time in decades, the legendary warrior found herself genuinely outmatched.

And for the first time since the battle began, she considered the possibility that she might lose.

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The small mushroom remained outside of Ren, sitting comfortably on top of his head like a living hat. Lately it felt more comfortable being outside in the world for periods and talking with its boy… It was quite… entertaining.

The creature had developed something approaching personality, preferences and opinions that went beyond simple biological imperatives.

“How strange to see you so relaxed,” Ren murmured, observing how Mooshito seemed to be enjoying the panoramic view from Sky Tasty tower.

From their elevated position, they could clearly see that the battlefield had divided into two completely distinct zones. The part that wasn’t divided by the powerful battle developing at the front, where enormous walls of ice and earth separated the others, was full of infected soldiers.

The vast majority of those common soldiers were already falling victim to constant bombardment from the 2,000 Yano soldiers attacking from distance, combined with the devastating effects of the golden spore infection itself.

“Look at that,” Larissa pointed toward a section where infected soldiers staggered like zombies, some with golden fungi sprouting from their extremities. “They can barely stay standing.”

“And the bombardments don’t stop,” Luna added, observing how energy projectiles constantly rained on enemy positions.

But Mooshito, who had been observing placidly, suddenly tensed.

Its small eyes directed toward something the others couldn’t see, and its form began pulsing with anxiety that Ren had never witnessed before.

Something strange was happening.

An energy that even made Julius’s 2,000 attackers stop for a moment, as if an invisible presence had passed a giant hand over the battlefield.