My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1756 - 505: The Elephant Master of the Universe! The Lord of Blind Folly! Evil Spirits Behold Me as They Behold a High Mountain!_4
Chapter 1756: Chapter 505: The Elephant Master of the Universe! The Lord of Blind Folly! Evil Spirits Behold Me as They Behold a High Mountain!_4
If it weren’t for their scarcity, they would have long since ruled the entire Main World.
Yet the former Cataclysmic Royal Clan once served as the Prophet of the Kingdom of Cosmic Elephant Monarch for a period of time, worshipping the Ancient Family’s Elephant Master.
It can truly be called one of the strongest Ancient Families.
But they haven’t appeared for nearly ten thousand years; ordinary forces have sparse records of them, though the Thorn Church, with its long-standing heritage, retains relevant notes.
Unexpectedly, they’ve surfaced today!
And not only them—there are two other Ancient Families.
One, a figure wrapped entirely in radiant light; the other, a massive shark traversing the Void and illusions.
With each vision, Ginger Thorn’s heart sank a bit further, plummeting into despair.
For the former... is most likely the Radiant Royal Clan known as Manipulator of Light, wielding dominion over all radiance.
The latter, an ancient demon species among Demons—the Void Illusionary Rift Shark—of which only one exists per generation. Upon reaching adulthood, it becomes a top-tier Ecological Lord blessed with dual powers of the Void and illusions. Wherever it passes, it leaves behind Void illusionary rifts that distort both fantasy and reality.
Its targets, if it wills, cannot distinguish between reality and illusion even unto death.
Both are Ecological Lords of ancient races!
"I accidentally overslept for ten thousand years and now awaken to a new age of Chaos."
The Elephant Royal Clan’s Ecological Lord laughed lightly, facing the sweeping Legendary Trait of the Human Giant head-on without avoiding, enduring the strike of billions of Thunderbolts.
"Succeeded?"
When the Thunder dispersed, the Elephant Royal Clan emerged unscathed, electricity coursing around them, Thunder Snakes slithering, yet no trace remained on their porcelain elephant-hide.
"The power wasn’t bad, but unfortunately, from a young age, my father had high expectations of me, subjecting me to countless Thunderbolt temperings, forging my heartfire upon the sun’s surface. Long ago, I tempered an indestructible body."
As his words faded, a black hole unfolded, instantly tearing apart the Human Giant’s form, leaving only half a mangled body.
A one-hit kill.
If not for the Ancient Giant’s resilient vitality, they likely would have perished instantly.
"So weak, incomparable to the mighty foes I slaughtered back in my day."
The Elephant Royal Clan’s Ecological Lord chuckled: "If I hadn’t fallen asleep and drifted into a dream back then, I probably would’ve had the chance to be crowned king before even the last Chaos Era."
"You’re the son of the Cosmic Elephant Monarch!" Ginger Thorn’s expression trembled, astounded at the terror of this monstrous prodigy who had slaughtered countless geniuses.
He had once suppressed an entire era; as the son of the Elephant Monarch, he possessed extraordinary gifts unparalleled in history, deeply cherished, with a body forged to ultimate strength.
But in the mid-era of the earlier Chaos Period, he suddenly disappeared.
Assumed to have fallen, no one imagined he’d merely been asleep.
"I didn’t expect anyone in the human race to still remember me. I had hoped to test the skill of this era’s champion, to see if they could break through my defenses—but alas, I encountered you first." The Cosmic Elephant Prince, with his four eyes glaring down at Ginger Thorn, who clutched the Eye of the Sinful King, laughed lightly:
"The Eye of the Sinful King—a supreme artifact granted by the Lord of Thorns to the mortal world, forged from the eye of a true demigod. It bypasses the suppression of the Mortal World’s ecological systems, allowing power to be exchanged with pain. Unfortunately, transcendent strength must always be bartered with life itself—that’s the sorrow of the weak."
Ginger Thorn said nothing. She already knew their target was Gary Smith. The Thorn Ring tightened; endless agony began to spread, compounding her suffering.
Fourfold...
Fivefold...
Sixfold...
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, such a sentimental woman. Don’t worry. Earlier, I thought you might serve as bait to lure Gary Smith—but now, it seems, there’s no need. He’s as unimpressive as this." The Elephant Prince sneered dismissively.
But Ginger Thorn paid him no heed. She’d long since resolved never to be a burden, never to become anyone’s leverage against him.
Only... she hadn’t expected it would come so soon.
Her days with him had merely spanned 137 days, five hours, and forty-seven minutes.
Goodbye...
Gary Smith.
Even at the cost of everything, she’d force the Eye of the Sinful King—
"Let all pain be cast upon me!"
But just as she prepared to risk her life in one final gambit, an ancient, chaotic, and mystic melody began to play, resonating through all creation.
Like the maddened whispers of an Ancient God, it disrupted Ginger Thorn’s sanity, dimming the Eye of the Sinful King and dissipating her pain—causing the power it granted to recede as well.
Even pain, before Chaos, must dissolve.
Above the Heavenly Dome, the Fool’s Minstrel descended, the Formless Child danced, bringing the entire world back to Chaos and ignorance.
A calm voice echoed:
"I’ve told you, when faced with trouble, just run. There’s no need to stubbornly fight to the death every time. You never listen—you really do need a proper lesson."
Ginger Thorn’s body shivered upon hearing that familiar voice. Turning around, she saw Gary Smith seated atop the Seat of the Fool, overlooking all creation from on high.
Like an ancient emperor.
He came, after all!
Ginger Thorn’s heart swelled with gratitude. She urgently warned:
"Run..."
"It’s already too late!"
The Elephant Prince chuckled, releasing black holes to seal a radius of millions of miles. Meanwhile, the other two Ancient Families studied this era’s champion before them.
"You must be Gary Smith?"
He didn’t seem particularly remarkable; handsome, perhaps—but though they were of different races, even they found his visage oddly agreeable.
Unfortunately... he was their enemy.
Yet his strength remained unreadable, and he bore no distinguishable legendary traits.
This era’s champion—is this all there is?
Gary Smith also looked upon them, smiling as he spoke:
"True King heirs of three Ancient Families. Once, I regarded you as towering peaks on the path of Spiritual Power."
The three Ancient Families broke into hearty laughter, taking his words as a sign of weakness—until his next words froze them in fury:
"Now that I’ve tread the path of Spiritual Power myself, I’ve come to see..."
"You are nothing but mounds of dirt upon the earth!"
