"Roar!"
Right at this moment.
An ill-tempered Hell Tyrannosaurus Dog let out an angry roar.
Another ball of light shot toward Ethan and the others, but this time Nostradamus got pissed off right away, opened its mouth, and spat at it.
"Ptooey!"
Nostradamus was a stone man, so naturally its saliva was little stones. As soon as it spat, it immediately cursed, "You think you're the only one who can spit? I can do it too!"
Boom!
And the next second.
The "spit" Nostradamus launched was like a meteor.
It streaked across the night sky, leaving a flashing trail of starlight, then smashed the light ball the Hell Tyrannosaurus Dog had spat out, and went straight for its head with a heavy slam.
Bang!
"ROAR!"
The Hell Tyrannosaurus Dog let out a pained howl.
After that, the way it looked at Nostradamus changed from aggression to hesitation.
"Hmph!"
Nostradamus snorted arrogantly, "Let's see if you still dare to act tough!"
Then, with a smug look on its face, Nostradamus opened the fence of the small ranch and walked straight in. The moment it stepped inside, the ten Hell Tyrannosaurus Dogs all backed away in unison, giving it a huge open space.
That made Nostradamus even more pleased with itself. It lifted its head high and looked at Genie Sylas with a cocky expression, "See that? Now you know what it means to be good at taming beasts. Think you can do that?"
"That's it? What's so impressive about you?"
Genie Sylas got provoked and instantly got angry.
Its ethereal body floated straight into the small ranch, drifting toward the Hell Tyrannosaurus Dogs. It thought it could borrow a bit of Nostradamus's momentum and scare these beasts too.
But who would have thought, the moment it floated in… those Hell Tyrannosaurus Dogs, one after another, suddenly exploded with temper like they'd swallowed gunpowder.
They all started condensing light balls, and before Genie Sylas could even get close, they opened their mouths and spat countless light balls at it.
Boom!
Boom! Boom!
In an instant, the small ranch looked like a miniature fireworks show.
Countless flashes of white light lit up, raining down onto Genie Sylas, then disappearing into its misty body. How should you put it?
It looked kind of like… that kind of shooting. White stuff going in and vanishing without a trace.
But obviously… Genie Sylas was getting hit hard enough to hurt.
Parts of its misty body were blasted through in several places, scaring it into quickly drifting back out toward the edge of the ranch.
"Hahahaha!"
Seeing this, Nostradamus laughed like crazy, "I told you to act all badass! Now you've turned into a coward, huh? Embarrassing or not? Come on, say it, embarrassing or not!"
"Embarrassing my ass, you old thing! You did that on purpose!", Genie Sylas finally realized what was going on and said, "You knew these Hell Tyrannosaurus Dogs hate Spirit-Seizing Voids, hate anything non-physical, and you still tricked me into going in! You old bastard, you're just asking for a beating!"
"Come on then! Hit me if you can!"
Nostradamus stood right in front of the enraged Hell Tyrannosaurus Dogs, but strangely enough, none of them attacked it. Each one just stared at Genie Sylas from afar with red eyes.
It was like… the moment Genie Sylas stepped into their territory, it would be hit with a terrifying barrage.
"If you've got guts, come out!", Genie Sylas stood by the fence, yelling back at Nostradamus, "See if I don't beat you to death!"
"Haha! I'm not coming out."
Nostradamus put its hands on its hips, even casually wrapping an arm around the head of one Hell Tyrannosaurus Dog as it laughed, "I just love watching you get mad at me but can't do anything about it. What are you gonna do."
"Master, um…", Ethan said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Can I go in?"
"Come on! Come on!"
Nostradamus waved at Ethan, "Come here, little disciple, I'll teach you how to deal with these beasts."
"Alright, thank you, Master."
As he spoke, Ethan braced a hand on the fence and flipped over it.
And the moment he entered the fenced area, those Hell Tyrannosaurus Dogs started getting a bit restless again.
Smack!
But without a word, Nostradamus directly gave the leading Hell Tyrannosaurus Dog a hard knock on the head, forcing it to swallow back the light ball it hadn't even finished spitting out.
"Awuu~"
The Hell Tyrannosaurus Dog let out a pitiful cry.
Seeing that all the Hell Tyrannosaurus Dogs had settled down, Ethan quickly ran over to Nostradamus and asked, "Master, how did you do that? Why do these Hell Tyrannosaurus Dogs listen to you so much?"
"It's simple. You just have to become their leader."
Nostradamus smiled as it passed on its experience to its disciple, "Back when I was guarding the wilderness, I saw plenty of battles for dominance among groups of Hell Tyrannosaurus Dogs."
"And their fights are pretty simple too. It's just about whose light ball is bigger and stronger."
"As long as the light ball you spit out can beat theirs, you're the boss."
"And the underlings naturally have to listen to the boss."
"Huh?"
Ethan looked completely confused, "It's that simple?"
"What else would it be?", Nostradamus rubbed its smooth stone head and said, "This is what you call wisdom from life. Sometimes relying purely on brute force doesn't work. You've got to use your brain to conquer these dumb things."
"Using your brain means joining them?", Ethan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
But when Nostradamus heard that, its expression turned cold, "I was originally planning to teach you how to speed up the growth and reproduction rate of the Hell Tyrannosaurus Dogs, but now—"
"Master, what you said makes perfect sense!", Ethan hurriedly praised, "I also think you've got rich life experience. A lot of times, if you can avoid using brute force, you should. That's what real wisdom is "
"Hmph! Slippery little brat."
"Master, um, about speeding up the growth of the Hell Tyrannosaurus Dogs… how do you do that?"
"Of course, you upgrade the small ranch," Nostradamus answered casually.
But that one sentence made Ethan freeze, and a chill crept up his spine, 'Could it be that Nostradamus is also a player, or someone who knows the rules of the game?'
'Otherwise…'
'How does he know that the ranch can be upgraded?'
"H-how do you mean?"
Ethan was so shocked he didn't even know how to respond.
But Nostradamus didn't seem to notice the change in Ethan's expression and just continued sharing its experience, "As long as you can upgrade the ranch into an environment suitable for the Hell Tyrannosaurus Dogs, they'll naturally grow better, and their reproduction rate will increase too."
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