Beast Taming Star Journey

Chapter 390 History Witnesses and Inspires Lofty Ambitions

Chapter 390

I pointed at the relics and turned to look at the metal-clad beast tamer. "You think these are just scrap metal?" My tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable firmness.

The beast tamer crossed his arms and scoffed disdainfully, "Isn't that right? What good is it besides proving that beast tamers once existed? It doesn't change the predicament we're facing now!"

I walked to a weathered stone wall and reached out to touch the ancient patterns carved on it. It was a lifelike image of a warrior holding a spear and riding a giant bear, as if he were about to leap out of the stone wall. "Do you recognize him?" I asked.

The beast tamer shook his head. "Don't recognize it. What era is it from?"

I took a deep breath and slowly said, "His name is Xiong Pi, one of our ancestors as Beast Tamers. Three hundred years ago, the Demon Clan invaded, causing widespread devastation. It was with this spear in his hand, riding his companion—the Earth-Splitting Bear—that Senior Xiong Pi decisively defeated the Demon Clan's vanguard, buying us a precious respite!" I reached out and picked up a rusty spearhead beside the stone wall. It felt heavy, as if I were holding the weight of history. "This is the tip of that spear. It witnessed the glory of our ancestors and the power of the Beast Tamers!"

My voice grew increasingly impassioned, as if the surrounding air itself were ablaze. The tungsten boy stared wide-eyed at the tip of the spear in my hand, as if he could see that earth-shattering battle from years past. The rhenium drummer and the osmium messenger also held their breath, a glimmer of hope gradually igniting in their eyes.

"This...this is just a legend..." The beast tamer remained defiant, but his tone was noticeably weaker.

I smiled and walked to another stone wall. This wall depicted a female warrior in light armor, wielding a bow and arrow, her figure valiant and spirited. "Her name was Feiyan. A hundred years ago, a beast tide erupted, countless ferocious beasts ravaged the land. It was Senior Feiyan who, with her superb archery skills, slew the beast king and quelled this catastrophe!" I picked up a broken bow from a corner. The bowstring was long since broken, but the bow still exuded an ancient and powerful aura. "This is the bow she used back then. Although it's damaged, it still symbolizes the courage and wisdom of us beast tamers!"

My voice echoed through the stone hall like thunderclaps, striking the hearts of everyone present. Tears welled in the eyes of the tungsten boy; he clenched his fists tightly, as if drawing strength from his ancestors. The faces of the rhenium drummer and the osmium envoy also hardened; their fear was gradually dissipating.

I walked to a tattered scroll and carefully unfurled it. The scroll was covered in dense text, recounting the story of a beast tamer and his companions fighting side-by-side to ultimately defeat a powerful foe. "This is more than just a record of history," I said, pointing to the scroll, "it's the legacy of our beast tamer spirit! It tells us that as long as we have unwavering faith and never give up, we can overcome any difficulty!"

My gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on the face of the metal-clad beast tamer. "Now, do you still think these are just pieces of scrap metal?"

The beast tamer fell silent, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

I walked up to him and handed him the tip of the spear. "Hold it, and feel the power of our ancestors!"

The Beastmaster hesitated for a moment, then finally accepted the spearhead. His hand trembled slightly, as if he were holding not a piece of cold metal, but a beating heart… He raised his head, his eyes flashing with complex emotions… “I…” He began, but was interrupted by hurried footsteps. A figure rushed into the stone hall, panting, shouting, “It’s terrible! The demon army…” The Beastmaster gripped the rusty spearhead, his eyes gleaming with complex emotions. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but was interrupted by hurried footsteps. A figure rushed into the stone hall, panting, shouting, “It’s terrible! The demon army is approaching the border, and will arrive in three days at most!”

The sudden news struck like a thunderbolt, extinguishing the newly kindled flame of hope as if doused with a bucket of cold water. The tungsten youth turned deathly pale, his body trembling slightly. The rhenium drummer and the osmium envoy also looked terrified, their newly kindled hope extinguished once more.

I felt a warm hand gently rest on my shoulder, and a surge of strength flowed through my body. I turned to look; it was Su Yao. She stood beside me, her eyes filled with love and unwavering resolve, as if telling me that no matter what happened, she would fight alongside me. This silent support filled me with strength.

“That’s all in the past,” the Beastmaster sneered, throwing the spear tip to the ground. “The forces of darkness now are far stronger than they were three hundred years ago, or even a hundred years ago! Can these scraps of metal stop the demons’ iron hooves?” His words were filled with despair and irony, as if he wanted to extinguish the hope that had just been ignited.

I took a deep breath, bent down to pick up the spearhead, and gripped it tightly in my hand. I knew this wasn't the time for arguments; what I needed to do was rekindle everyone's hope, to make them believe that we could still defeat our formidable enemy!

I looked around at everyone and said in a deep voice, "Our ancestors were able to defeat powerful enemies, so why can't we? Their strength and their spirit have been passed down to us! These relics are not only witnesses to history, but also symbols of power! As long as we unite as one and carry on the legacy of our ancestors, we will surely be able to defeat any enemy!"

My gaze fell on the tungsten-armed boy. I walked up to him and handed him the spearhead. "Take it," I encouraged him. "Remember the glory of your ancestors, remember your hatred, and use your power to protect everything you want to protect!"

The young man with trembling hands took the spear tip, his eyes burning with both hatred and hope.

I walked up to the rhenium drummer, "Sound your war drum, let its sound awaken our dormant courage!"

The rhenium drummer nodded heavily, walked to a huge war drum, and picked up the drumsticks.

I looked at the Osmium Envoy and said, "Tell everyone that we will not yield, we will fight to the end!"

The Osmium envoy straightened his back, his eyes gleaming with determination.

I took a deep breath, walked to the center of the stone hall, closed my eyes, and sensed everything around me. I knew I needed to do more; I needed to let everyone feel a greater power, to make them believe that we could create miracles! I slowly raised my hands, and a strange energy surged from within me, forming a huge halo in the air…

"What is he going to do?" the beast tamer asked, his voice filled with doubt and surprise.

I slowly opened my eyes, golden light gleaming within them. "I will show you the power of a Beastmaster!" I declared in a deep voice, my hands forming hand seals, ancient and mysterious incantations flowing from my lips… A strange energy fluctuation began to permeate the air, and the relics within the stone hall began to glow faintly, as if responding to my call…