My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1734 - 498: Kings Shocked! River of History Riot! Taboo Truth Funeral!_3
Chapter 1734: Chapter 498: Kings Shocked! River of History Riot! Taboo Truth Funeral!_3
Since the opponent offered praise before their death, she would not be stingy in returning the favor; this was also a reciprocal gesture to the handkerchief.
The disciple unceremoniously took the scepter and stored it in the Void Treasure Chest, then said:
"The payment is complete, the Old Gods are useless."
"No need, let’s go, leave the Kingdom of the Sky Tree, the farther the better," the Elf Queen shook her head, her expression bewildered.
The disciple is different from herself; he is not of the Elf Race, there is no need for him to die along with the Kingdom of the Sky Tree.
If he survives, it would also leave a mark in this world, and when he stabs someone with a stick later, she would feel somewhat involved.
"Madam, I do what I say, don’t worry..." However, the disciple shook his head, put on his hat, adjusted his formal attire, and smiled:
"Next, watch as I slay a god!"
Before the Elf Queen could speak, she heard a laugh that shook the world.
"Hahahahaha!"
As the laughter fell, the Chaotic Spirit God Fiend, who had been paying attention all along, unleashed a merciless mockery:
"Arrogant fellow, even though you are a proxy of the Taboo, you are ultimately not the Taboo itself, a mere mortal daring to dream of slaying a deity."
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While speaking, with the desire to devour the Heavenly Dome Tree King, her strength had already climbed to the limits of a False King, only one step away from a True King.
She knew Gary Smith wasn’t dead, simply to give the Taboo Existence some face, that’s why she hadn’t killed him.
Otherwise... a single finger could crush the disciple countless times, even if he burnt his lifespan numerous times, it would be futile.
This is the absolute disparity in strength!
But this mockery soon came to an abrupt end.
Because the disciple took out a broken stone spear, inscribed with numerous sun patterns, without a strong aura or phenomenons of rules surrounding it.
Yet, it instantly broke the defense of the Chaotic Spirit God Fiend: "The Ancient Spear, how is it in your hands? Wasn’t it in his hands?"
"Because, praise the sun!" the disciple smiled: "Since you recognize it, it saves me the trouble of explaining."
In the meantime, he took a step forward, frightening the Chaotic Spirit God Fiend to retreat thousands of meters, his expression guarded, even though his body surged with vast strength, he felt not the slightest sense of security.
"You see, you’re being hasty again," the disciple shook his head.
The Chaotic Spirit God Fiend’s expression turned ugly, and he said nothing, because his true body had not completely escaped the shackles of the Old Days Era; once it was stabbed, it would be sealed again in the River of History, never to see the hope of return for all eternity.
Could it be that he was sent by that person to take action?
However, the disciple, looking at the terrified Chaotic Spirit God Fiend, said indifferently: "Stop pretending, you just want me to help you erase your original consciousness."
Even an Old God does not wish to become the nourishment for another self.
Is the new ’I’ still me?
This is a philosophical question.
"Such a smart fellow, after all, this is not the Old Days Era, but the present world," the fear in the Chaotic Spirit God Fiend’s expression disappeared.
Apart from being slightly shocked, she was not afraid because...
This place is the Kingdom of the Sky Tree.
"Spirit Aberration Legion, awaken!"
Accompanied by a piercing shriek, numerous Pureblood Elves ravaged by desire, emaciated and shriveled, revealed various true forms of desire, sprouting pincers, fish tails, etc., their forms terrifying, exploding with dreadful auras, appearing in the sky, dense and blocking the sun.
Their forms distorted, gaunt, spitting long tongues, crimson eyes greedily staring at the disciple.
Not only were there dozens of giants, three Ecological Lords and one close to a False King, but also millions of Pureblood Elves.
They formed a special wall, standing between Gary Smith and the Chaotic Spirit God Fiend.
Countless pale papers fluttered in the sky, adhering to many Spirit Aberrations, fortified by the laws drawn from the Heavenly Dome Tree, enhancing their strength.
This is...
The Wall of a Billion Spirit Aberrations!
A flesh wall composed of newly arisen Spirit Aberrations, blocking the Ancient Spear!
Besides, although most of the power of the original beings in the Ancient Kingdom was suppressing the Heavenly Dome Tree King, they were willing to abandon the Divine Land, and could also resist the power of the Ancient Spear.
"Why do you always refuse to follow the plot? Although the Ancient Spear has a special effect on life from the Old Era, it could only be used once or twice at most. If you had kept it hidden, I might still have been vulnerable, but now..."
The Chaotic Spirit God Fiend, looking at Gary Smith’s gaze, displayed a hint of pity and pleasure:
"Your strength is not enough to overpower me, and I also have over a million beings who can die for me, enduring your Ancient Spear, your trump card is really mediocre."
The Elf Queen didn’t know why the disciple revealed his trump card so early, but still stood up, gritting her teeth:
"I will intervene, do my utmost to block them, and buy you a chance."
"When an ally is in trouble, the Human Clan will naturally provide help." Accompanied by a whisper, "Gary Smith" clad in a black and red cloak appeared, standing atop the Ruins, casually tossing away the finished Cola bottle.
A hundred and thirty-two armed Heavenly Demon God shadow appeared, striking the Spirit Aberration Wall, yet even with a full-strength hit, it could not be shaken.
"Well... maybe." Crimson Moon Dawn continued eating her bun, following behind.
She had been waiting for a night raid, but ended up falling asleep while waiting, waking up to find...
The sky had collapsed.
Although strange, the buns still needed to be eaten.
But her gaze lingered on the disciple and Gary Smith, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.
Such similar desires...
