Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

Chapter 511: Chapter 511 - Taming the Beasts

The Tree of Light radiated purifying power like a beacon.

The corrupt soldiers closest to the tree immediately began to flee, writhing in agony as the pure light burned the corruption from their systems.

Screams that weren’t completely human filled the air as the abyssal transformation began to disintegrate against their will.

Coleoran, or what remained of him, writhed against the roots.

His body, swollen and deformed by concentrated corruption, convulsed violently as the tree’s light attacked every corrupt fiber of his being. It was like watching someone being electrocuted, but the pain was spiritual as much as physical.

The tree’s roots continued expanding, brilliant filaments of pure light that sank into the corrupt earth like healing fingers.

Each tendril carried cleansing force that promised to restore what had been twisted, to bring light back to places where only darkness had reigned.

In the sky, Victor and the flying soldiers allowed themselves a moment of triumph.

”He did it!” Victor shouted, his voice charged with relief and exultation. ”He’s purifying everything!”

The joy in his voice was infectious. After years of corruption spreading like a cancer across the land, finally they were witnessing it being burned away by pure light.

Zhao smiled for the first time in days, watching how the light roots extended, chasing the corrupt farther and farther away, promising to heal kilometers of corrupted territory.

”The nightmare finally ended,” one of the doubles murmured, lowering his guard slightly.

The words carried hope that had been suppressed for too long. Victory seemed not just possible but inevitable, written in the spreading radiance below.

But then a pulse was heard.

What made it unpleasant wasn’t a sound or physical vibration. It was something deeper, more visceral.

An unpleasant heartbeat that sent chills down everyone’s spines, like the echo of a diseased heart. It was wrong... not the irregular flutter of something dying, but the steady, purposeful beat of something gathering strength.

The light roots stopped.

Not gradually, not with resistance. They stopped abruptly, as if they had collided with an invisible but impenetrable barrier.

The halt was so sudden it was almost violent. One moment the roots were expanding with inexorable purpose; the next, they were frozen mid-growth like time itself had stopped.

What remained of Coleoran pulsed again, but this time the rhythm was different.

It was the constant, powerful heartbeat of something that was feeding.

”No,” Dragarion whispered, feeling hope transform into horror. ”It can’t be... it’s not over.”

The realization hit him like a physical blow. Everything... it had all been insufficient.

The soldiers who moments before had been fleeing from purification now transformed completely.

They were no longer humans who had been corrupted; they were pure abyssal beasts, creatures that had completely abandoned any vestige of humanity.

The transformation was total and seemed irreversible. Flesh flowed like liquid, reforming into shapes that followed no earthly evolutionary pattern. Limbs multiplied and specialized, creating killing machines optimized for destruction rather than survival.

In the sky, these new abominations attacked with rage that transcended simple hostility.

It was pure hatred, the absolute antithesis of the light they had seen born and now wanted to destroy with every fiber of their corrupt existence.

”Defensive formation!” Zhao shouted, but his words were lost in the chaos.

The flying beasts lunged at the group with chaotic violence.

Victor and Zhao’s soldiers managed to match their level thanks to their fusions, but quickly realized they didn’t have much advantage.

The enhanced humans could hold their own, but barely. Each exchange of blows revealed how thoroughly their enemies had transcended normal limitations.

”They’re too excited!” Victor shouted as his beast dodged the claws of something that had been a soldier but now looked like a logical collection of appendages and mouths.

The light roots began to be destroyed.

They didn’t wither or fade. They were actively attacked by hundreds of thousands of purple threads that emerged from the ground like gigantic worms of corrupt energy.

Each thread was connected to one of Yino’s soldiers, creating a massive network of abyssal power that surrounded and strangled the light roots one by one.

This was the systematic annihilation carried out by a collective intelligence that understood exactly how to counter their victory.

The Tree of Light lost brightness with each passing second.

Its radiance dimmed gradually, like a candle being slowly suffocated by invisible wind. The dark pulsing of the heart that had been Coleoran intensified in inverse proportion, as if it was increasingly happy to counter the light with the very corrupt existence of its soldiers.

The beasts that had once been soldiers swirled in a grotesque dance of perfect coordination.

Their movements weren’t random; they were following a specific pattern, a whirlpool of intentional destruction that spoke to an organizing intelligence far beyond individual will.

They began to dig.

Not individually, but as a coordinated mass.

Claws, tentacles, and appendages impossible to distinguish in the overcrowded mass plunged into the earth, excavating an enormous tunnel with efficiency that would have been impressive if it hadn’t been so terrifying.

The tunnel expanded rapidly, becoming an abyss that swallowed daylight.

Purple lines guided the beasts inward, creating an infernal procession that descended toward the depths of the earth.

Dragarion desperately tried to accumulate power again to stop all this, but his body finally began to rebel against the abuse it had suffered.

The pain was tremendous, as if every muscle fiber was being torn simultaneously.

He tried to channel draconic energy, but his system was at its limit and refused to accumulate it. The power refused to flow correctly, creating blockages and interference that felt like daggers being driven into his nervous system.

He vomited blood.

It wasn’t a small amount, but a crimson cascade that splattered the ground beneath him.

His body was clearly telling him he had used more power than any mortal was designed to handle. The metallic taste filled his mouth as his internal organs protested the impossible strain.

”Father!” Victor screamed from above, watching in horror as his King visibly swayed.

But the corrupt lines didn’t wait for him to recover.

They moved with inexorable purpose, wrapping around the pulsing heart that had been Coleoran and beginning to drag it into the tunnel the beasts had created.

The process was gentle, almost reverent. Whatever Coleoran had become was precious to the corruption, worth preserving and protecting even as everything else was sacrificed.

In the sky, the battle intensified.

The beasts fought against the fused doubles with ferocity that seemed to feed on desperation. Each exchange of blows made the air tremble, each impact created waves of power that rippled through reality itself.

Zhao managed to ground one of the flying abominations, but it was immediately replaced by two more that emerged from the tunnel like nightmares made real.

”We can’t win like this!” he shouted, dodging claws that would have pierced his resistance even in fusion like paper.

The Tree of Light gave one last desperate pulse, like the final beat of a dying heart.

Then it shattered into pieces with a crystalline sound and disappeared.

It fade gradually... simply ceasing to exist, as if it had never been there in the first place.

The light that had promised salvation was extinguished, leaving only the memory of what could have been.

In the place where the purple crystal had been, the crater where it had begun its growth as a crystalline rock no more than a meter in diameter years ago, where it had been born and grown until becoming the heart of a corrupt civilization, and where it had finally been briefly replaced by a tree of hope...

There was nothing now.

Only a hole.