Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

Chapter 453: Chapter 453 - Tamers War - Turning Points - Failed Promise - 4

Victor had a clouded consciousness, floating between battle dreams and stabbing pain.

He managed to focus enough to see he was passing through a large reinforced stone gate, its edges familiar even through the fog covering his mind.

He was entering the castle.

The soldier who had extracted him from the battlefield had succeeded.

But at what cost?

Questions swirled in his mind like nightmare fragments.

How many would have already fallen holding back Venmont and his Dragon?

How many of his men had died buying the minutes necessary for him to be evacuated?

Victor tried to speak, ask the soldier carrying him about casualties, about the state of defenses, but his voice emerged as an unintelligible moan.

The soldier ran faster.

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In the castle’s depths, Arturo prepared the last resistance.

He had gathered all soldiers who had retreated in time. Barricades were built in every critical hallway, all entrances were reinforced.

But it was useless, and he knew it.

The messages about Victor’s battle against the new ”Dragon” were clear.

Crushing defeat.

If the complete army with Victor’s maximum effort hadn’t been able to stop Venmont and his false corrupt dragon, what hope did tired defenders have inside stone walls?

Their most powerful assets had been neutralized, leaving only conventional defenses against the most powerful new threats.

Once Yino forces reached the castle, stone would fall sooner or later, despite being reinforced with decades of magical work.

Numbers wouldn’t serve to block entrances without a superior quality force either.

Arturo allowed himself a moment of bitter reflection.

Victor had believed they had more Gold ranks available than Yino, more power in reserve. They had operated under the assumption that their kingdom had better quality resources.

In the end, they had been false and empty hopes.

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Victor was carefully deposited on his bed.

His mind cleared enough to completely process where he was and what it meant.

The castle. The last bastion. The place where they would make their final resistance before everything ended.

He hadn’t dominated the skies for a month, not even a week... empty promises

He had believed his aerial superiority would be sufficient to keep any threat at bay. He had trusted tactics in the bridge that had worked against lesser enemies, had depended on his skills that had always been sufficient.

But Venmont had transcended normal combat rules.

His proud power didn’t matter anymore.

Their new enhancement had created something that operated beyond conventional understanding... not just stronger, but fundamentally different in ways that made previous experience irrelevant.

Everything was lost.

The kingdom he had sworn to protect, the people he had promised to keep safe, the royal family he was supposed to inherit... everything would crumble because he hadn’t been strong at all when it mattered most.

Victor closed his eyes, feeling defeat’s weight settling over him for the first time. The brave warrior he thought he was, seemed so small... He had been so delusional, so immature.

But it was too late to change.

Somewhere around, he could hear distant sounds of defensive preparations: soldiers running, orders being shouted.

Yet everyone knew what was approaching.

And everyone knew it wouldn’t be enough.

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Venmont and Ravenspire were surely doing the most entertaining part of the entire operation.

Bloodwyn had gotten the boring mission: ensuring the infiltration group had managed to cross and helping them destroy the World Dragon’s light if needed.

It was cleanup work, not the glory of direct combat his companions enjoyed.

Not that he wasn’t happy with general results...

Bloodwyn had also received the new potion, and his creatures had ascended magnificently to Gold.

He could feel power running through his veins like liquid fire, the intoxicating sensation of transcending limitations he had known all his life but without all the anger and ”weird heightened emotions” of a ”drunk teenager” like before.

Not just enhanced power, but fundamental alteration of his relationship with mana itself.

Poor Ravenspire had had to depart for his mission before receiving the good news... the good stuff.

But they still had three transformed high-level combatants.

With Venmont devastating the bridge, Ravenspire controlling the main field, and himself as the last wave ready to eliminate any residual resistance...

Yano was finished.

There was no possible way they could win against this power accumulation. Raw numbers simply couldn’t compete against such massive individual superiority anymore.

The famous quality difference was turned around.

And It had been a timing miracle.

The princess, as always, had provided crucial information at the exact moment when most needed. Her translations of crystal whispers had always changed things drastically... this time allowing the final potion to be perfected.

With this new power for Yino, doors would open soon and the reward would be theirs. The future the Grand Crystal had promised was within reach of their hands.

Who could defeat King Coleoran, himself, and Venmont now that they had six Gold-rank beasts each? It was power that hadn’t existed in generations.

The famous old woman had to be buried already. She had walked too long on the living side, accumulating power and influence that should have passed to younger generations decades ago.

And even she couldn’t compare...

Even the princes, the mute tiger, and all their ”abundant” Gold soldiers might be able to buy time, create some minor complications, but couldn’t stop inevitable defeat.

The castle would fall soon. The remaining ring would be Yino’s. And the princess would lead them to the new world they had been patiently building for years.

Bloodwyn allowed himself a satisfied smile while advancing toward the abyssal depths like he wasn’t going through a dangerous place. Like a stroll.

Everything was going exactly according to plan.

But then he felt strange energy.

It wasn’t something he had experienced before. It wasn’t the familiar corruption of abyssal power, nor typical golden energy of normal beasts.

It was something different. Something that made his new Gold beasts stir restlessly under his skin, like animals that had detected the scent of an unknown predator.

Bloodwyn stopped, frowning while trying to identify the disturbance’s source.

He was supposed to find only minor resistance and easy targets to eliminate.

But for the first time since receiving the transformative potion, Bloodwyn felt uncertainty.

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Ren and the others were trapped, completely unable to win and at the mercy of Kassian’s explosive mood.

While Ravenspire finished ”converting soldiers” with his messianic sermon, Kassian had surrounded the ”winners” so they couldn’t ”leave to celebrate”.

It was his way of revenge for imprisonment, problems, and that one blow. His smile was that of someone who had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Especially he had seen the ring during the fight against Selphira, that power relic he had coveted for years.

He openly mocked the battle he had just witnessed, though Selphira couldn’t hear him for being unconscious in Sirius’s arms.

”How pathetic,” Kassian murmured, examining the exhausted bodies surrounding him. ”The great Selphira Ashenway, defeated by my... well, by what used to be my father.”