My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1754 - 505: The Elephant Master of the Universe! The Lord of Blind Folly! Evil Spirits See Me as They See a Lofty Mountain!

Chapter 1754: Chapter 505: The Elephant Master of the Universe! The Lord of Blind Folly! Evil Spirits See Me as They See a Lofty Mountain!

The simplest phase of combat had already passed, and now, countless Beastmasters were steering their Pet Beasts forward, one after another, filling the gaps on the battlefield and wrapping things up.

Micah Brooks stood surrounded by his hundreds of subordinates, some of whom were his long-time brothers-in-arms, while others were newly recruited soldiers.

They were a group of prodigies from various top universities, battle corps, and small-to-medium-sized families.

Yet at this moment, these shining prides of their cities were now battered and bruised, with varying degrees of injuries. Some even had arms dangling by mere tendons, their faces etched with despair and confusion.

Many among them had already lost several Pet Beasts.

Although most of them weren’t their core pets, unless someone was born apathetic, raising a dog for years would stir emotions, let alone intelligent Pet Beasts.

Beast Control was more than a skill for Beastmasters; their beasts were comrades, confidants, and family—a piece completing the puzzle of their fractured spiritual power.

Only when assembled together could the picture be whole.

Moreover, friends who had grown up with them from childhood had their heads crushed by the alien race, their bodies devoured, leaving only shattered limbs, which were cremated and placed in tiny boxes to be taken home.

This blood-soaked reality was nothing like what they had imagined.

"Do you see it clearly now? This is war. Either you die, or I live," Micah Brooks said calmly, raising his head, his stubble-covered face marked by scars and the harsh winds and sun.

The other veterans looked indifferent; they had spent over thirty years on the border battlefield and were long accustomed to such heartbreaking farewells.

"But are we destined to be no more than cannon fodder?" asked a genius from a small family, tears streaming down his face as he stared at his dead Pet Beast, unable to contain himself.

"Cannon fodder? Isn’t your homeland behind you? Or is it that your efforts didn’t earn their deserved rewards because someone embezzled them?"

Micah interrupted him, his voice low and firm:

"War doesn’t sympathize with tears. You might think the Kings hold back their power, treating us as mere pawns, but the truth is, if the Kings initiated full-scale battles, the collateral damage would bring even greater casualties than we see now, destroying the homes on both sides of the conflict.

So, everyone endures. Waiting until the breaking point is crossed will unleash utter devastation. Be grateful because, at least now, we still have the freedom to choose, to climb the ladder amidst the chaos of this era, to grow stronger, and to survive to gain what you desire."

"Or... were you thinking that the battlefield would be like Gary Smith, the great general, tearing through the multiracial forces and ripping apart Ecological Lords barefoot?"

As his words settled, the surrounding wounded fell silent.

To speak frankly, they could not understand... ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Clearly, his starting point had been lower than theirs.

Yet that man single-handedly suppressed the prides among all races, while they struggled unbearably to even kill a few elite soldiers, nearly perishing on their journey.

The gap between people—how could it be greater than the gap between humans and dogs?

The man who had complained earlier fell silent as well, murmuring, "I understand everything you’re saying, but I just can’t reconcile dying meaninglessly..."

"The meaning of living is not something given by others," Micah responded faintly. "When I was young, I thought the same as you, believing I was the protagonist of a story, self-absorbed and exceptional. But reality struck me hard."

"’A sudden sword-like breeze cuts down twenty youthful ambitions.’"

"I, too, fell into despair, unwilling to accept it. But eventually, I realized..."

Before he could finish speaking, a horrific Spiritual Energy Storm suddenly erupted from the frontlines.

"Wooooo-didi——"

Accompanied by the horn-like cry of a Pet Beast, the alert signal resounded across the battlefield, and many Beastmasters raised their heads to see the sky...

It had gone dark.

Figures with the heads of harriers and bodies of humans took flight, wings spread wide. Black curses swirled around their forms, their expressions indifferent, as storms raged around them, surging toward the battlefield.

Micah’s face changed, his expression growing serious as he remarked, "It’s... the high-ranking Heavenly Wind Sculptor Tribe from the summit of Gale Peak. These bastards actually used concealment curses to evade other battlefields and arrive here by air. Let’s hope their Ancient Giants don’t come."

"Strategic Point No. 372 assigned by the Stone Ghost Mountain Range Alliance—while this isn’t the largest battlefield, if the multiracial forces capture it, the tug-of-war across other key battlefields will be affected. If we fall here, a chain reaction will occur, and the multiracial forces might penetrate deep into the Human Clan’s heartlands, slaughtering countless of our kind."

Micah patted his old mate—the Nether Blood Dragon. Without turning back, he addressed the hesitant new recruits frozen in place:

"Later, I came to understand—the accomplishment doesn’t have to be mine, but..."

"It must include me!"

As his voice dropped, the Nether Blood Dragon roared to the heavens, spreading its Dragon Wings and releasing a surge of dark energy before taking flight.

As one of the top-class Dragonbeasts closest to being a Pureblood Dragon, it possessed incomparably terrifying endurance.

The others gritted their teeth, and they, too, followed suit.

Perhaps it was just a momentary impulsiveness.

But recklessness surpassed...

"Charge!"

With the war officers’ loud commands and alongside countless Beastmasters, they transformed into a raging torrent, forming a flesh-and-blood wall to hold off the attacking Heavenly Wind Sculptor Tribe.

BOOM!

Yet in the next second, a crushing pressure swept across the land.

The storm arrived in full force, whirling sand and stone in an instant.

An arrogant figure clad in feathered robes stood atop the storm, gazing down at the masses on the ground with a mocking smile:

"Ants!"

The pressure belonging to an Ancient Giant descended, causing many Beastmasters to cough blood, and some of the Pet Beasts were obliterated by the storm before they could react, turning into nothing more than blood mist.

"Legendary Trait—Thunderstorm Whiskers!"

Suddenly, thunder cracked, tens of thousands of bolts of lightning roared and howled, sweeping through the battlefield as though the Thunder God’s whiskers reverberated across the mortal realm.