Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

Chapter 956 - Stubborn Tamers Crisis - 2

Zhao was already positioned even against his true will.

That was the quality Julius valued above almost everything else in someone in that line of work the ability to process the situation at the same speed as the commander, to have already reached the same conclusion without being walked through it. Zhao interpreted the group in seconds, who had flying beasts, who could carry an additional person without sacrificing the speed theyʼd need, which order minimized bottlenecks at the exit point, and organized the first wave out with the methodical efficiency of someone who had made these calculations in worse conditions than this and knew which variables actually mattered.

”Yes, take the faster ones and you go first,” Julius told him.

Zhao opened his mouth.

”Itʼs not negotiable,” Julius added.

Zhao closed it again, with the expression of someone who disagrees but recognizes when the conversation is already over.

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When Julius had pushed a lot and was just a few meters from the exit, the frightened twins had already switched to their barrier and fled. Which, if Julius was honest… Was a relief because it allowed him to conserve some of his energy, which would soon run out if he maintained the fusion much longer.

So they emerged from the ruins with more energy reserves than he had expected.

And Zhao was gone the next moment.

Outside, Julius oriented himself and read the mutant flow. His groupʼs earth affinity gave him a natural sensitivity to the way large numbers of creatures moved across the ground, the pressure they exerted, the direction that pressure was building toward, and what he read stopped him for a moment.

The flow was moving upward. Toward the massive bridge connecting Yino and Yano.

Mutants without direction normally scattered. These werenʼt scattering…. The line was deliberate and consistent, organized in a neat way that very likely didnʼt come from the creatures themselves. Julius traced it to its most probable destination and held that conclusion in his mind for a second before accepting it.

They were crossing from Yino to Yano.

He noted where Zhao had gone. The energy traces his beastʼs fusion left in the air were readable to anyone with sufficient mana sensitivity, and they pointed toward Goldcrest territory, the direction the twins had taken when they ran. Julius didnʼt yet know what the twins were about to do there or what their next move looked like, but Zhao had decided to follow their direction until its probable end in seconds and Julius just trusted that kind of decision was good since it came from a scout that always understood without needing much explained to him. Zhao had even left someone shadowing the twins already, quiet and good for hiding from good senses, also fast… So tracking two people considerably slower than Zhaoʼs flying group would be easy.

That was enough for now.

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Julius moved toward the bridge. Earth tamers were rarely fast, and the beasts his group ran with were built for endurance and strength rather than speed of movement. But the bridge was considerably closer than Goldcrest territory, and crossing alongside the mutants, through the noise and mass of them rather than against it, turned out to need some specific techniques applied with patience. Earth had a long list of tricks for situations that glanced impossible from a distance and merely difficult from up close.

They arrived faster than heʼd expected.

The castle was still holding.

Hundreds of fighters at the entrance to the vault, the marks of hours of sustained combat and slow retreat to the deeper zones of the castle visible in the way they stood and in how they managed their mana, that particular economy of movement that tamers developed when they knew they couldnʼt afford to spend anything beyond the strict minimum. Each use was measured against what remained and what was still coming. They were holding. But it was the kind of holding that had a deadline on it, and anyone who had spent enough time in long fights could read the deadline in the posture.

Julius had arrived ready to be the relief.

 Then the mutant flow stopped.

Not gradually... It stopped the way something stops when it receives an instruction, which is entirely different from how something stops when it runs out. Julius now knew the difference because heʼd ʼwatchedʼ the corrupted mutants under the twinsʼ control long enough underground to have formed clear opinions about how directed movement looked versus undirected movement. This was directed. Something had changed for the mind behind all this. Then the flow reversed direction.

Julius felt the movement and tracked the new line, and the feeling that settled in his chest wasnʼt quite fear, but it shared enough characteristics with fear that he didnʼt waste time arguing about the distinction.

 The academy.

He left a third of his group at the castle, just in case the mutants came back, and moved the rest.

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What Julius found when he reached the academy was not something he could have prepared for even with a warning… Maybe not even with full knowledge in advance.

Eight artifacts had formed a structure in the center of the academy grounds, and his brain took several seconds to finish processing it, the kind of thing the eyes recognize before the mind accepts what it is actually seeing, that brief gap between perception and classification where the only available word is wrong. Wrong…

There was no coherent anatomy to it. No logical reference point in anything Julius had studied or faced in combat, except maybe loosely a spider, and even that comparison broke down immediately when you considered the range of movement and what it was clearly capable of. The construct wasnʼt built around any principle he could name. But it was still built around a purpose, and the purpose was visible in how everything about it oriented toward ʼholdingʼ the figure above.

It was ʼelevatingʼ something.

The energy emanating from that central point made the combined presence of every tamer on the field feel irrelevant by comparison. Julius had sensed the distortion from a distance, had felt it building as he approached, but the rate at which it had escalated since then sat at the edge of what he was willing to call alarming without sounding like someone who panicked easily. He was truly not someone who panicked easily… He was also not going to pretend the number was something other than what it was.

 In the elevated position, in the palm of what might generously be called one of the ʼspiderʼs handsʼ, if you were willing to stretch the definition, stood something that didnʼt fit any prior category Julius had available.

 His father was the first thing that arrived to mind. Then the feeling arrived, and it was the complete opposite, and the power was much larger.

 Hybrid... Human, dragon, and corruption in one, and maybe something beyond all three that none of those terms fully reached. The entity stood at height, still, in a way that wasnʼt the stillness of someone waiting. It was the stillness of a process that hadnʼt finished yet.

 But that amount of energy…

Something that large should have been felt from much farther away. Even from inside the ruins, from Goldcrest territory, Julius calculated that Zhao must have sensed it too, or would have by now.

But he didnʼt know that this didnʼt work like ordinary mana.

The dark energy radiating from the entity in the palm wasnʼt expanding outward the way energy always expanded, dispersing and thinning with distance. It was accumulating inward, pulling toward a central point that Julius could only perceive at all because of how close he now was, because it was actively interacting with the energy around it, drawing it in rather than pushing it out. Like a void that fed on everything within reach, growing more efficient the closer you came, the pull increasing with proximity in a way that suggested it wasnʼt close to finished.

 If you could feel it, that was only thanks to how plentiful it was. Even escaping the voidsʼ vicinity.

And around that void, a wall of mutants moved in a continuous churning mass, channeling into the center with the single-minded consistency of something that had surrendered any individual direction. Not attacking but feeding and defending. Delivering what they had to what was accumulating above them with the blind momentum of a current that no longer needed anyone to sustain it.

Julius assessed his reserves.

They werenʼt enough to make a difference here. Maybe they wouldnʼt have been enough at full capacity. That wasnʼt pessimism. It was simple arithmetic.

 Then his heart lurched… He saw the girls in front of the entity.

All three of them in maximum fusion, though Liora looked like she was forcing hers just a second on mana fumes. Luna and Larissaʼs stances had that particular quality of people who had already decided something and were past the point where additional information was going to change it.

 Julius advanced forward without calculating the odds further. But he already knew he wouldnʼt reach them in time