My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1766 - 509: The Scapegoated Dream Eater Pope! Gary Smith: The Gods are but chess pieces in my hand!
Chapter 1766: Chapter 509: The Scapegoated Dream Eater Pope! Gary Smith: The Gods are but chess pieces in my hand!
The Ancient Dragon’s Dead Egg, within the Dream Domain.
The sky and the earth are suffused with endless iridescent clouds, not the cold desolation one would imagine, but rather an expression of poignant dreamlike beauty.
At the center stands a massive pillar of light—this is the dreamcore of the Ancient Dragon’s Dead Egg. It resonates with heavy death energy yet emanates an inexplicable vitality... No, it should be called a maddening, chaotic life force, spreading outward like a storm.
It is clearly dead, yet also alive.
It maintains a mysterious superimposed state, radiating an ecological terror that distorts reality and dreamland.
Beneath it stands a gathering of grotesque dragon-human hybrids in worship.
Their heads bore phantom dragon horns, tails swayed behind thin, wiry bodies adorned with surreal, extraordinary organs characteristic of dreamland entities. Their limbs stretched out like tree roots, anchoring themselves into the dream world, an unsettling and inexplicable sight.
They are the resurrected Dream Eater Pope and the multitude of devout followers of the Dream Eater Cult.
At this moment, their gazes were fervent, convinced that this was the supreme grace of the Eternal Master of Dreamland—guiding them to nurture the ultimate dream-realizing Ancient Dragon.
To create an eternal dreamland in the mortal realm—one devoid of war, pain, and regret.
They had all suffered in the mortal world, and having tasted the bliss of dreams, they yearned to escape reality and share this paradise with all beings.
They never saw themselves as devotees of any Evil God but as noble heroes tirelessly working to save this rotting, filthy world!
And they had paid a lifetime for this vision!
Only, this altruistic salvation... came forcibly. Those unwilling to accept an invitation into dreams would be plunged into hell.
After being reborn within the dreamland, they received blessings from both the Ancient Dragon and this Dream Domain. Even as a dead egg, it imbued them with the traits of high-level kin transformed by the Ancient Dragon’s bloodline.
They had evolved into exceptional Dreamland Dragon-Humans, blessed with longevity, powerful physiques, and the ability to manipulate and absorb dream power for growth.
Now, even the weakest member of the cult had reached the Radiant Moon Tier—an apex of strength they had dared only dream of.
The Dream Eater Pope ascended meteoric heights, advancing from merely high rank within the Radiant Moon tier to acquiring a legendary trait—the Horn of the Dream Dragon, becoming an Ancient Giant of immeasurable rank.
And with the amplification of power from the Dream Domain, his combat ability rivaled even the high rank of the giants themselves.
Those alliance battle corps that once hunted him down—he could now reduce them to ashes with a single breath.
"No one shall disrupt the birth of the Dragon of Eternal Dreamland!"
The Dream Eater Pope spoke serenely, exuding indescribable authority.
He was no longer the rat forced to cower in gutter shadows but rather...
The Eternal Dreamland Pope, soon to descend upon the mortal realm as its sovereign!
Perhaps, he might even join the ranks of the Kings themselves.
"I sense intruders. Let us greet them!"
The Pope smiled faintly, and then...
He was swiftly crushed in a combined assault by the multiracial coalition of Humans and other clans.
Though possessing the immense battle strength of a high-ranking Ancient Giant—an imposing figure even in the main world, capable of making lesser races tremble in fear—the adversaries this time were the elite monsters and ecological rulers. While they might appear subdued before Gary Smith, outside, they unleashed devastating power.
Killing ordinary giants was as effortless as crushing chicks.
A gang of ruthless warriors held the Dream Eater Pope down, pummeling him relentlessly until he vomited blood. If not for the protection of the Dream Domain, he might have perished on the spot.
Most critically, as they fought, they interrogated him about the cult’s inheritance.
Demanding he abandon his delusion and hand it over swiftly!
"Are these maniacs serious? We were already annihilated by the alliance, all our war trophies confiscated. We barely survive in this refuge—and now they demand we produce an inheritance? Do they expect it to materialize out of thin air?"
"Moreover, you’re all influential figures. Is this meager treasure truly worth your interest? How deeply insulting can this get?"
After enduring endless beatings, the Dream Eater Pope broke down mentally.
Who the hell is Gary Smith?
When did I ever know him?
"A man may die but never be humiliated! I’ll fight you all to the death!"
The Dream Eater Pope roared, the legendary Horn of the Dream Dragon radiating brilliance, unleashing boundless dream power to transform into the roaring Great Dream Dragon Serpent. It raged fiercely, lunging toward the enemies with devastating ferocity.
Secret Technique of Dreams—Great Dream Dragon Serpent!
Harnessing dream power to annihilate foes, with the catastrophic consequence of extinction if the dream were shattered.
Aided by the amplification of the Dream Domain...
But just as he prepared to attack, he felt the flow of time around him drastically slow. Everything fragmented into eerie temporal overlays, as though surreal swarms of time ants were rushing around.
In contrast, he himself moved sluggishly.
’Delayed Time Technique—Delayed Time Ant Swarm!’
Damn it!
The Dream Eater Pope sounded an internal alarm, but a moment later, he was struck by the ecological ruler of the Slow Royal Clan, sent flying with one fierce palm. He rolled endlessly across the cloud-covered ground, gouging a trench thousands of feet long.
If not for the resilience of his dragon-touched physique and being within dreamland itself, he might have fainted outright.
"So weak... Does this guy really possess mythical treasures?" The ecological ruler of the Slow Royal Clan questioned suspiciously.
Timb Slow furrowed his brow, clearly puzzled.
When the Dream Eater Cult was still thriving, even their subordinates could crush members of the Slow Royal Clan with one strike.
Or perhaps the Cult of Evil God simply lacked capable leaders. Forget True King Level; even creatures of Pseudo-King Level could create their empires and command all creatures.
Ecological rulers, aside from members of chaos-filled groups like the Faceless Brotherhood, mostly focused on managing their own territories; hardly anyone interacted among the Human Clan circles.
Now... his strength was considerably higher than intelligence reports had indicated, but at best, comparable to a high-level subordinate race.
