The Greatest Beast Tamer of Earth



A big battle was going on in the dense forest. The cries from Agony and the battle cry caused loud sounds all over the forest. Every creature woke up and looked around to ensure they were safe.

Suddenly, the forest became silent out of nowhere, as if sound of battle from before was an illusion. They could also sense a strong presence lingering in that place.

Everyone was curious, but none dared to approach the battlefield and look for themselves. Curiosity didn't just kill cats; it spared no creature who tried to cross the line.

The colossal creature stared at the Ice Giant before him, its eyes focusing on him as if trying to access him. It then shifted to the nine-foot-tall giant who was beside the ice giant.

Soon, he looked at the tiger beast, gaping a sword in his maw. This white tiger was not intimated by the presence of the Blood Dragon. To everyone's surprise, the blood dragon nodded his head when he looked at him before looking at the rest of the army.

Till now, everyone had an idea about the situation; their eyes were looking at each other as they came to a decision. While their legs were shaking and they were sweating buckets, their grip on their weapons tightened.

They were prepared. They would not back down and face the behemoth if push came to shove. Fate played strange games; man planned fate laughed. Both armies with weapons and claws pointed out at their opponent were now forced to group up and face a Colossal creature to protect their lives.

The decision was easy; nothing was bigger than your life. The hate for the Blood Dragon from both sides only strengthened their bond; they were ready to show this creature that when you force people beyond a certain limit, and give them no choice but to fight.

The fear in them would die, and if someone is not worried about death, knowing the truth that he would most probably die, there were only two choices: one, he became so scared that his body froze away, not knowing what to do, or he said, Fuck it! I have had enough of this shit; picked up his weapons, ready to face even legends.

It was the mentality of the Lizardman tribe: If we have to die, then why not die trying to give the opponent some painful memories? Why not die in style, becoming part of a new legend?

Let the people of the future remember how badass their ancestors were. They charged at the Blood Dragon, hugging death itself. Ready to embrace it with a smile; the only fun thing was that they had their brothers going to the afterlife with them.

For shadow creatures, they didn't care about death; they lived for thrills. The dragon before them had shown them there exist beings that can obliterate them and erase them out of existence.

This would have been bad news to any other creature, but this was interesting for shadow creatures. They had experienced that their battle had no thrill until there was no risk to life.

Not being able to die was boring. Being able to die was underrated. Ask the curse of being alone to those who are immortal, living without your friends, living without the risk of dying—how boring was it?

It was like a neighbor's wife who looked very good, attractive, and glamorous from afar. It was because she revealed only her bright side to the outside world, but every moon had a dark side.

Ask his husband, and he will tell you what kind of person she is without the act. A person can't fake himself for all of life, so no matter how much they try to hide or cover, the real side is like that ultimate truth that would reveal itself at its time.

The quote 'Har Ajay Amar nahi hota' summarizes it the best: 'Every immortal is not eternal (ageless).' An average person had a choice; he could decide the time of his death to some extent. An immortal had no control over his life.

The Lizardman priest became furious when he saw the colossal creature. Even his opponents have not received such treatment from him. Every action had a starting point. If not present, then linked to history.

The history of the Blood Dragon and Lizardman tribes was far from being friendly neighbors, to say the least. It was bloody, especially when the creature itself craved blood. It had eliminated countless Lizardmen and had topped the list of reasons for death for their Tribesmen for multiple years.

It was an OG mosquito in the case of humans, while here it was a colossal, majestic creature related to the forgotten ones. Both craved blood—a coincidence! Let's leave it to your curiosity.

For Rishi, this was complicated while he had been beaten and schooled by the Blood Dragon; he didn't have a particular reason to hate it. Instead, he found the majestic beast a perfect candidate to become his Beast Companion.

Even the thought of making a grand entry by riding a beast made lightning course through his body. It was also a perfect mount to use at his wedding. Nowadays, it is a competition to see which groom will bring the most powerful and majestic magic beast and make a grand entrance.

The times when Prince used to come riding horses were gone. The only exceptions were unicorns, pegasuses, or other strong horse beasts.

While the dream was very cool and flashy, the reality, like always, was often disappointing. It was unclear whether he would be able to escape from here alive. There was no point in creating imaginary porridge.

When Blood Dragon looked at the determined expressions of his opponents, they were not able to hide their shaky legs from him. A grin appeared on his face as he looked at his opponents as a bunch of clowns.

The only reason it had not started his chariot of carnage was due to the two creatures of his size standing in their place facing each other. The presence they released was not as grand as his own, but facing them with two armies was too much for even him.

If his head revealed power and intimidated others, then traces of deep wisdom could be felt from its eyes. He had been in this game for ages and knew how to make things easier for him.

His injured state was the other reason he was unwilling to invite trouble and make things difficult for himself; he didn't want to stress his body. His goal here was to satisfy his thirst.

Everyone was looking at the two colloquial figures. One was a ten-meter-tall shadow figure with his body covered in shades of black and purple, while facing him was the creature from the myth itself, a dragon.

The only reason why not everyone was bowing was due to it being an image created using formation; the background was partially visible from its body, which exposed its reality.

The dragon's neck was raised back, and its mouth opened, sucking a huge amount of mana from the surrounding area. Its eyes shone green as it stared at its opponent. Its body started reducing in size and disapearing as it charged more energy.

Its opponent similarly tapped his spear on the ground. His spear shone brightly as a purple aura gathered on its tip, creating a circular orb that increased with time.