My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1730 - 497: Before Me, The Gods Should Remain Humble!_3

Chapter 1730: Chapter 497: Before Me, The Gods Should Remain Humble!_3

Inside, there were memories, shock and...

Guilt.

He agreed to this plan, which spanned hundreds of years, to repair the ancient tome and craft the framework of the story.

Even Heristasha found the plot amusing – the supreme father had somehow written such bizarre storylines.

The Elf Race suffered invasions, the Elven Girl lost everything, and could only struggle anew, even writing that the True King himself died, and bestowed everything to the girl, ushering her rise to the throne.

However, as the plot in the ancient tome spiraled out of control toward the end, beyond their command, it even birthed characters such as Hundred-Eyed Angels, but this also drew in far greater Power of Faith.

Just at the moment of nearing success, they lost control, summoning the bizarre Ancient Kingdom, nearly annihilating the entire Elf Race.

Heristasha expected a scolding from her father, but he merely watched her quietly, then sealed the Ancient Kingdom, and calmly helped her manage the aftermath.

As for the Mother, she forever dwells amidst the dust, never caring about what they are doing.

Always so cold.

Yet Heristasha was not happy about this, even a scolding would have been better than such indifference.

As a daughter of the king, must she also endure the same loneliness?

Before, Heristasha had never doubted, but amidst the words of the Chaotic Spirit God Fiend, she suddenly noticed something amiss.

Why...

Why would two unloving True Kings wish to rule a kingdom together?

Is it just out of a sense of duty to protect their Race?

Since they do not love, wouldn’t it be better to establish two separate kingdoms?

The Chaotic Spirit God Fiend continued to stir the pot: "Law is the most xenophobic of things, but you’ve seen the Law of Heavenly Dome Tree, seen the Dust Moon Law, but have you seen them used together?"

"What!?" Heristasha gasped breathlessly, tremblingly said: "What nonsense are you speaking?"

But she was already panicking, because she truly hadn’t seen it.

Even now, it was the father taking action, the mother indifferently watching everything.

Despite it being a do-or-die moment whether the Elf Race survives, she remains that indifferent.

Indifferent like a bystander.

She looked towards the Dust Moon True King, pleadingly said: "Mother, she is lying, right?"

However, the Dust Moon True King remained silent and did not speak.

The Chaotic Spirit God Fiend delighted in watching this kind of high and mighty queen’s mental breakdown, but the Law of Heavenly Dome Tree swept across, its vast and mighty pressure overwhelming.

The Heavenly Dome Tree King no longer held back.

The Chaotic Spirit God Fiend was not afraid, her fair belly’s flesh writhing, a face emerged that bore a ninety percent resemblance to Heristasha, only more mature, gentle, and tenderly said:

"Saphatharid, you... how did you age so much."

Saphatharid, in the language of the elves, means...

The place closest to the Sky.

At the moment she spoke, the Law of Heavenly Dome Tree halted in mid-air, then dissipated.

The eternally supreme Heavenly Dome Tree King, surrounded by Law, uttered:

"Love... Alfheim?"

His voice, unlike his previous superiority and detached view of everything, was exceedingly cautious.

Even Heristasha was seeing her father show such attitude for the first time, not like a ruler of the Mortal World but more like...

A fragile being.

But Alfheim, isn’t that the mother’s name, meaning mirror of the Dust?

But isn’t the Dust Moon True King here?

Then who is she?

Soon, the Chaotic Spirit God Fiend provided the answer:

"Don’t you see? There’s no dual kingship over one kingdom, just a coward, too ridiculous to accept his wife’s death."

"You think he looks up at the Sky because he loathes the Dust? He just doesn’t dare see his own cowardice!

"That endless Dust is just the Great Earth’s mirror, he can’t bear to look down, afraid to see his own weakness and incapacity, afraid to see that buried corpse long turned to Dust."

The Elven Girl in the ancient tome was a replica of his - even though the Elf Race used to be powerful, the Ancient times had many powerful Races, especially the beautiful elves naturally attracting quite a few Ancient Races’ covetness.

Thus, they faced invasion from foreign enemies, but the bloody counterattack plot from the story never happened, instead, it required the sacrifice of the wife to barely survive, only after all enemies left, he dared to stand alone atop his people’s corpses wailing.

Even after later obtaining the favor of natural will and ascending to kingship, he never dared to challenge Death, but rather fantasized that his wife had not died, and after being crowned, he even altered the past.

It must be said, the power of the Spirit Race is strong, managing to concoct a false ’wife’.

Making everyone believe she was still alive, attempting to reshape, not just the Main World, even the Kings were deceived, but alas, you can never fool your own heart."

"So, you placed your Hope on me, attempting to use the Primordial Grimoire to rewrite a new Destiny."

"As for you... Heristasha, you truly are their Child, only crafted from the combination of the last flesh and blood of Alfheim with his Seed."

This barrage of words left Heristasha’s face pale white, her spirit nearly shattered. freeweɓnovel.cøm

She wanted to yell "You are deceiving me!", but it stuck in her throat, voiceless, she subconsciously reached out wanting to touch the Dust Moon True King beside her, but was blocked by a Radiant barrier.

The Dust Moon True King spoke: "Heristasha, let’s go."