While the three Golden Ant Kings were distracted, Macon and his two companions didn't stop. Under the cover of fireworks smoke, they broke through the Golden Ant Kings' blockade and reached Logan.

Logan was still calmly sitting on the ground, showing no sign of fighting back.

Seeing this, the three of them all looked angry.

"Stop looking down on us! Get up!" Macon waved his claws and rushed at Logan first.

But before Macon could even swing his claws, a huge turtle suddenly appeared under Logan.

In an instant, the space in front of the three was filled with huge turtle shell edges.

With no choice, they kicked off the turtle shell to jump back to the ground.

But when they pulled back and looked at Logan's mount again, they were shocked.

Toren stared at the turtle, which was as big as a basketball court, and let out a curse: "Wow! What the hell is this thing? It's way too big!"

Marcel summoned his defensive familiar and created a wall of stone in front of the three, then frowned at Logan, looking shocked: "No wonder he's so confident!"

But Macon wasn't convinced. He directly activated the skill array in his familiar's space and used a long-range attack—[Multi-Fireball Spell].

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Three fireballs full of terrifying energy flew toward the turtle. But before they even touched the shell, they exploded in midair.

Under the firelight, the group finally realized that the turtle wasn't just big and tough — it also had a transparent barrier around it, sparking with energy.

Macon clenched his teeth and growled: "Damn it! This turtle is surrounded by a defense skill called the Blood Cultivation Realm — it's a top-tier defensive technique!"

Seeing this, Philip General and Darwin General, who had been sitting nearby, both stood up.

"Damn, that kid really kept this hidden," Philip muttered, pointing at Nabo's huge body. "That turtle must be no ordinary creature. I remember it wasn't this big back when we fought in the Genius Training Camp."

"Size isn't everything," Darwin said, watching the turtle's protective barrier. "If it's just big but weak, it's just a big target. But if it can use the [Protection Blood Cultivation Realm] — that's a divine technique. That gives Logan a huge strategic advantage."

As soldiers, they both understood well.

Once a familiar tamer reaches the later stages of training, each one can build their own small army using their familiars.

So, the familiars each have different roles: [Guardian], [Destroyer], [Controller], [Assassin], and [Supporter].

And in the eyes of the two old generals, Nabo was clearly a top-tier Guardian.

"Looks like I made a big mistake judging Logan earlier," Darwin sighed. "I never expected a kid like him to already be building his own familiar army. And he even has a super rare [Guardian] like this."

Philip nodded in agreement. "Just that one turtle makes Logan untouchable. Unless it gets exhausted, no one here — not even the strongest veterans — can break through that defense."

In other words, Logan was invincible.

Natalia stood behind the two generals, rolling her eyes continuously.

Even she didn't know that Nabo had such a powerful ability as the "Protection Blood Cultivation Realm."

"Hmph, I'll go talk to him later," she thought to herself, her eyes locked on Logan.

On the battlefield, Macon, Toren, and Marcel kept launching all sorts of attacks, but they couldn't break through Nabo's defense at all.

Even when the Golden Ant Kings managed to subdue their own familiars, they didn't notice. They just kept attacking wildly.

Logan told the Golden Ant Kings to stay put, letting the three attack him as he vented his anger.

After a minute, Macon and the others were covered in sweat, collapsing to the ground as if they had just finished a 24-hour non-stop battle.

"God damn it, fighting for just one minute was harder than fighting all day before! There's something wrong with that turtle's 'Protection Blood Cultivation Realm'!" Macon sat on the ground, barely able to open his eyes.

Toren and Marcel sat next to him, just blinking in response to Macon's anger.

They didn't even have the strength to speak.

Logan looked at their tired faces and smiled, gently patting Nabo's shell.

[Name: Nabo (Baby → Teen)]

[Race: Mountain-Carrying Tortoise (Ocean's Guardian)]

[Stats: Sea, Stone]

[Ranking: A-level, 3 stars]

[Stage: Master, 2 stars]

[Talents: Tortoise Prism Armor, Move Mountains, Turn Seas, Sleep Regeneration]

[Skills: Protection Blood Cultivation Realm, Fatigue Aura, Enlarge, Shockwave, Water Dragon Cannon]

[Stats: Power 382, Stamina 508, Mind 135, Agility 165]

[Fatigue Aura: Anyone fighting near Nabo will use 2 times more energy, mental power, and stamina. If you attack Nabo directly, the cost jumps to 3 times.]

[Training Advice: Providing life energy can speed up Nabo's growth. Note: The mountain-carrying tortoise in its teenage stage is as big as a football field. Please train carefully.]

...

These days, Logan had been feeding Nabo non-stop.

After all, his familiar space was huge, and he didn't care about Nabo's size. As long as Nabo could absorb it, Logan never held back in giving it life energy.

In the end, Nabo not only grew into his teenage stage, but also learned new talents and skills.

Especially that "Fatigue Aura" was so annoying. Anyone who fought against Nabo would end up wanting to curse.

Seeing Macon and the others lying on the ground, Logan turned around and looked at the surrounding veterans with a smile. "Don't waste time. Next group!"

The soldiers looked at each other, shocked by Logan's shameless tactics.

They couldn't beat the Golden Ant Kings, and Nabo's defense was impenetrable. What was the point of fighting?

But these soldiers had some guts. Even though they knew they couldn't win, they still formed small teams of three and stepped into the battlefield.

"Hmph! I don't believe you can beat all of us by yourself!"

"Right! Even if it's a wheeling strategy, we'll wear you down!"

"Take turns attacking, drain your energy, and kill you!"

After making up their minds, the soldiers surrounded Logan in the center.

Logan didn't hesitate. He quickly recalled his three Golden Ant Kings and smiled at the soldiers. "This is what you want, right? Don't come crying later when you're all exhausted!"

At that moment, an old soldier stepped forward and shouted, "Logan, we admit you're a genius. With that turtle, you're practically unbeatable. But we're soldiers. We don't believe in fate. No matter how strong your defense is, we want to try — just to see if we can leave a single scratch on you!"

Logan smiled, clearly impressed. "Alright, come on. I still say, I'll take all of you down within eight hours."

Next, under Logan's challenge, the soldiers formed groups of three and took turns charging at him.

Logan sat on Nabo's back, watching wave after wave of fighters collapse in front of the turtle. He was secretly surprised.

He had underestimated Nabo's skill. Based on how it worked, Nabo's defense was almost impossible to break down.

Either the enemy had strong enough attack to break through the defense, or they had no choice but to run away or collapse from exhaustion.

As for trying to wear Nabo down? Don't even joke about it. Unless they faced a million beasts, even a few thousand soldiers wouldn't be enough to even warm up Nabo.

By the time the last soldier fell to the ground, Logan checked the time. Only four hours had passed.

At that moment, Darwin and Philip General walked up to Logan.

They took the chance while Nabo was still out, and both reached out to touch the "Protection Blood Cultivation Realm" shield.

Soon, Darwin noticed something strange and gave Logan a sly smile. "You little trickster!"

Philip also realized the existence of the [Fatigue Aura] and started yelling at Logan.

But after just a few words, Philip was already panting from exhaustion. He looked at Darwin and laughed, "Damn it! That kid's skill is unfair. Anyone who attacks him gets more tired. God, that's so annoying!"

Then both Philip and Darwin pulled out a [Philosopher's Stone] and gave Logan a cheeky look. "Logan, you want to sell that [Fatigue Aura] skill?"

Logan didn't expect the two old men to react so differently. He laughed and said, "Sure, take ten blank [Philosopher's Stones] and I'll give you one with the 'Fatigue Aura' carved in. Deal?"

When Logan said the price, General Darwin's eyes lit up. "I want twenty-one! Just right for everyone in the Military Committee!"

Philip General, seeing himself listed in the Military Committee, nodded in satisfaction. "I want thirteen. This thing given to the city guards would be like a miracle!"

Logan watched the two old men playing along and smiled, agreeing to the deal.

In reality, both the "Protection Blood Cultivation Realm" and the [Fatigue Aura] required a lot of energy and mental power.

Only Nabo, with his huge body, could produce enough energy to keep both skills going.

A normal human would probably lose all their energy the moment they used the skill, drained by the Philosopher's Stone.

Even just one minute of using both skills would be enough to kill a normal person, unless they were at least a Legend-level warrior.

Thinking about this, Logan suddenly looked shocked and turned to Philip General. "Old man, you don't plan to use this thing to go all out, do you?"

Philip just smiled. "If risking your life can beat the enemy, every soldier would be willing to do it. Our warriors need a last-resort method when things get desperate."

Darwin, who was standing by, also laughed. "Logan, you can rest easy. The dozens of Philosopher's Stones we take will only be used on monsters!"

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