Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons - Chapter 519 - Taming the Whole - 2

Chapter 519: Chapter 519 – Taming the Whole – 2

The air in the corrupted chamber began to vibrate with mighty intensity.

Dragarion was pooling the left Dragons energy with the one from the potion and his own beasts. The power of the seven dragons responded to his call synergizing and growing, but his increasingly crystallized system protested violently against each energy increment.

The pain was terrible.

Like thousands of glass needles being pushed simultaneously through every vein, every nerve, every fiber of his body. His high level of regeneration, which normally would have mitigated any damage, had now become an additional curse.

Each cell that tried to repair damage in one area immediately crystallized again, creating a cycle of destruction and reconstitution that amplified the suffering. It was like being torn apart and rebuilt in an endless loop of agony.

But Dragarion had endured pain before.

He had faced the agony of having his body torn by dragon claws, had resisted poisons that would have killed any other man and had survived temperatures that melted magic metals. This pain was different, deeper, more personal, but it was still that… just pain.

And he was Dragarion. He wouldn’t stop because of pain.

The abyssal voices resonating from all directions began to increase, and intense concern was perceived in them.

Their whispers became more urgent, more annoying… their threats hadn’t worked. The corruption was beginning to understand that they faced someone they couldn’t intimidate or manipulate.

“Stop,” they screamed with voices that multiplied and divided like echoes in a labyrinth. “You don’t understand the consequences. If you release that power…”

“I understand the consequences perfectly,” Dragarion growled, his voice distorting as draconic power accumulated around him like a contained storm. “I accept them completely.”

The declaration carried finality that made the chamber itself seem to shudder.

It was then that Selthia appeared again.

But this time she wasn’t the casually-acting girl who had been sitting next to what remained of Kassian.

This was something that had completely embraced its abyssal nature, a figure that maintained the form of a girl but radiated the distilled power of thousands of monsters.

Numerous corruption threads surrounded her, each filament pulsing with energy that could have disintegrated any lesser tamer, like an armor and a crown of nightmares.

From the veins covering the walls, various creatures began to emerge: things that had no names, aberrations that existed through impure will.

“We won’t allow it!” Selthia screamed, but her voice had lost any vestige of humanity. It was the roar of something that had completely forgotten what it meant to be human.

The creatures launched toward Dragarion from all directions, coordinating an attack that would have been impossible to avoid with any conventional strategy.

Dragarion forced himself beyond any reasonable limit for his condition.

The pulse of draconic power he released wasn’t a directional attack. It was an omnidirectional explosion of pure energy that filled every cubic centimeter of the chamber with light that was both beautiful and absolutely lethal.

The monsters that had launched toward him simply stopped existing.

They weren’t destroyed; they were disintegrated, reduced to light particles that dispersed like dust. Their roars of rage were cut off abruptly, replaced by a silence that was deeper than death.

Selthia resisted better than the other creatures, but the cost was evident.

Most of the corruption threads that had surrounded her vaporized instantly, and her small body was thrown against the crystal wall with enough force to create an ominous crunch of bones.

The impact resonated throughout the entire tower.

Selthia slid down the wall, leaving a trail of purple substance that might have been blood, though it was difficult to say with certainty what fluids ran through the veins of something that was no longer completely human.

The abyssal voices, which had been whispering constant threats, now cursed with a fury that made the tower’s foundations tremble.

“Damn the Diamond Rank power!” they screamed in discordant harmonies that hurt the ears. “Because we didn’t arrive in time! The immaturity of our vessel also… But look at him…”

Even while cursing, Dragarion could hear something else in their voices: recognition.

They had realized that he too was at his limit. The cost of channeling such power again was written in every line of strain on his face, every tremor in his stance.

“It makes sense that even he can’t control such power,” they whispered with growing confidence. “Look at him. He’s destroying himself with every second that passes.”

It was true.

Dragarion could feel how his body was tearing itself apart from within. The power of the seven dragons was simply too much for any human vessel, no matter how strong.

Each use brought him closer to a point of no return, where the crystallization would become complete and irreversible.

Nevertheless, he forced himself to accumulate it one last time.

But the voices misinterpreted his resolution as desperation.

“Don’t commit suicide now, you’ll be missed,” they told him with false compassion. “There’s still time to negotiate. There’s still time to save your people.”

Selthia slowly stood up, her childish face now marked by wounds that healed rapidly.

“This egocentric action of coming here alone and tired,” she said with a voice that dripped venom, “is going to mean your own doom. You can feel it, right? How the power consumes you from within. Every second that passes brings you closer to death.”

More creatures began to emerge from the veins that were also healing, though more cautiously this time.

They had learned to respect the power Dragarion could unleash. Their movements were careful, calculating, testing the edges of his reach without committing to full assault.

“Is it worth it?” Selthia continued, slowly approaching, her voice distorting more and more as the treads accumulated again. “Is it worth suffering so much damage and dying here, far from your family, when you could live to protect them another day? Let’s stop wasting our vital energy and…”

Dragarion looked directly at her, and for a moment his expression softened upon seeing the child.

His power diminished slightly as paternal instincts warred with necessity. This was someone’s daughter, someone’s little girl who had been taken and twisted into something unrecognizable.

He thought of Larissa at almost the same age, of her resigned smile when she had accepted that this was how her father was.

He thought of Julius, of Arturo, of Victor, of all his children who seemed to have inherited not only his blood but his unbreakable determination. The legacy he had tried to build, the values he had tried to instill, the future he had sacrificed so much to protect.

He thought of all the parents in the kingdom who trusted him to protect their own children from forces like this.

The weight of that trust, that responsibility, settled over him like a mantle. Every father and mother who had sent their children to serve, who had believed that their king would keep them safe from exactly this kind of horror.

Then he smiled, the power increased like never before, and that smile was more terrifying to the corruption than any war cry.

“All I see is you’re worried you won’t have enough energy to endure… And, between your sorry unripe ass and me,” he said with a tranquility that contrasted dramatically with the power surrounding him, “I’m willing to bet that surely I’m more resistant.”

And then he exploded.