Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

Sirius hadn’t received the message about the battle’s beginning from Selphira, but from Julius.

She was always like that with him… ignoring him when he tried to be serious, treating him like a child despite everything.

Even despite the fact that she needed the ring he carried to demonstrate her maximum power, it seemed she was always reluctant to give him major responsibilities.

This time had been no exception.

The pattern was frustratingly familiar. Selphira would make grand pronouncements, issue dramatic threats, and then proceed as if everyone else was merely a supporting character in her personal drama.

But at least Julius had people paying attention to warn him the moment Selphira moved. Both knew that any promise Selphira made wouldn’t be in vain… when she said she would have someone’s head, that someone ended up unable to stop that prophecy.

Kharzan was dead.

The certainty was cold and absolute in Sirius’s mind. Not because he had seen it happen, but because he understood Selphira’s nature.

Although Sirius had no idea exactly what Selphira would do to initiate her attack, at least Julius had a plan. A plan that depended on Sirius fulfilling his part to reduce the march’s speed.

Winning against 10,000… even 1,000 Silver ranks would be impossible. But he didn’t need to win, if it was just about scaring the front line…

He only had to give Julius time to gather all possible soldiers at the wall and help him connect a tunnel with shadows, so Kharzan’s earth elementals couldn’t sense them approaching so easily. They would notice at the end due to the mana signature, but if he could disorient them a bit, it might be enough to prevent them from discovering the route before initiating battle.

Sirius was waiting for one of two things: for Julius to finish his preparations, or for Selphira to appear.

And without planning it, both showed signs of life at the same time.

When he felt in the distance the sudden increase of his master’s power, he knew something had begun in Kharzan’s rear guard.

It was quite far, but hitting Kharzan’s castle wasn’t a bad beginning.

Sirius was certain. The energy was unmistakable… the type of power only Selphira Ashenway could deploy when she truly took off the gloves.

Even at this distance, the raw magnitude of her unleashed power was enough to be felt.

‘Julius must be almost ready too,’ he calculated mentally upon seeing the agreed signal at the wall. ‘Selphira is far, but someone like her will take only minutes to arrive.’

It was time to do his part.

The plan was audacious but feasible.

If he could stop the main advance, maybe they could divide the army before Kharzan gathered it completely and allow Selphira to separate about 5,000 troops from the main cluster. Meanwhile, Julius would help him delay the advance to the bridge as much as possible until Kharzan received the announcement that they were attacking his home.

‘If Selphira can fight directly against him and I activate the ring for her, she’ll surely win.’

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Sirius jumped from his own shadow, the movement carrying him several hundred meters backward in an instant. It was time to show why he had been chosen for this apparently suicidal mission.

He began charging power with his Celestial Tiger, but first sent his Black Serpent to merge with his shadow and expand it. The creature obeyed instantly, preparing to amplify what was about to come.

Then he completely fused with his Gold 3 Celestial Tiger.

The transformation was always spectacular for any observer. Golden light patterns ran across his skin like circuits of pure power, while his eyes acquired the fierce glow of a predator whose very presence commanded respect and fear.

But there was something different this time.

Since his encounter with Ren’s mushroom, he had begun to shine a bit more intensely during fusions. He hadn’t paid much attention to the change… he had set it aside thinking it was subjective perception, since it hadn’t been very pronounced and he hadn’t felt a real power change.

But now, seeing the whirlwind of energy forming before him and the color of the glow emanating from his fused body, the change seemed a bit more obvious. There was a purity in the white light that hadn’t been there before, a clarity that made his power feel more refined.

Still, there was no time to focus on the visual improvement. He concentrated on accumulating power. There was work to do.

The wall ahead should be destructible if he charged enough, and Kharzan seemed reluctant to send people from his aerial squadrons to attack him directly.

It was the perfect opportunity to unleash all his power.

The Black Serpent created a zone of pure darkness that amplified his attack’s brightness. The synergy between light and shadow made power concentrate in ways that would have been impossible with either beast individually.

The interplay was beautiful, shadow serving as a backdrop that made light more brilliant, darkness that gave meaning to illumination.

Sirius saw that finally the enemy flyers had decided to stop him, but it was already too late. They had waited too long, probably waiting for orders that hadn’t arrived in time.

“This far,” Sirius murmured, and released all his accumulated power.

The attack that followed was like a concentrated whirlwind of pure destruction. At first, the dozens of earth elementals in the enemy army desperately reinforced the wall they had built, pouring their collective energy into a barrier that should have been capable of stopping any individual attack.

The coordination was impressive, earth tamers working in harmony to create something greater than the sum of their parts. Stone flowed like liquid, hardening into crystalline formations that could withstand siege engines and elemental storms.

But Sirius had an ace up his sleeve.

He activated the ring on himself, feeling how the artifact’s power combined with his energies and fused them even further.

The sensation was unlike anything else. The ring didn’t just amplify his power… it refined it, purified it, transformed raw energy into something approaching perfection.

He concentrated all that amplified power into a smaller area of the wall, focusing the destruction.

The reinforced earth barrier held for a moment that seemed eternal.

The defenders poured everything they had into maintaining their creation. Sweat beaded on their foreheads as they channeled power beyond their normal limits, drawing on reserves of strength they hadn’t known they possessed.

But in the end, it disintegrated.

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The concentrated attack pierced through the wall as if it were paper, sending fragments of rock and earth flying in all directions. But it didn’t stop there… it continued straight toward the soldier formations behind.

Dozens of soldiers were thrown into the air by the pure force of impact. Some managed to activate last-moment defenses that saved them from instant death, but many others weren’t so lucky.

The sound was deafening, as if thunder had decided to touch earth and stay there. The ground trembled, nearby buildings shook, and for a moment, the entire battlefield stopped to observe the devastation one man had caused.

Where the wall had stood moments before, there was now a gaping breach.

But the physical destruction was only part of the message. The psychological impact was even greater, seeing their carefully constructed defenses reduced to rubble by a single attack broke something in the enemy soldiers’ confidence.

Sirius remained standing, his form still radiating the afterglow of unleashed power. He had sent a clear message: the path to the bridge wouldn’t be easy, and every meter would have to be won with blood.

The ring on his finger had cooled, but he could still feel its potential humming beneath the surface.

Now it remained to be seen if Julius had completed his preparations, and how much time would pass before Selphira arrived to complete the pincer that would trap Kharzan’s army.