My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1767 - 509: Dream Eater Pope Takes the Blame! Gary Smith: The Gods are but Pawns in My Hands!_2
Chapter 1767: Chapter 509: Dream Eater Pope Takes the Blame! Gary Smith: The Gods are but Pawns in My Hands!_2
Saying this kind of person could hold the Divine Artifact is as absurd as searching for the Longevity Medicine in the Grave of the Dead.
The other Royal Clan powerhouses also remained skeptical.
Is this too weak?
"Could Gary Smith be deceiving us?"
"But what benefit would there be for him to do that?"
"Could it be that this treasure has certain requirements for unlocking, or maybe the pope went mad after dying once?"
"What are you talking about? He wasn’t much during his lifetime, just casually eliminated by the Battle Corps."
"However, the top-level Diviners of our clan can even calculate the True Kings to some degree, yet when it comes to this artifact, it’s not inaccessible—it’s not nonexistent. This proves its authenticity."
"Could there be certain conditions we’re unaware of?"
"Or perhaps it has already been consumed by this Ancient Dragon Dead Egg, or else such a higher being, even if the Nether Gods reversed life and death, would still pay a heavy price. How could it possibly revive so easily?"
"..."
The multiracial powerhouses debated heatedly; their disappointment wasn’t overwhelming. However, their primary purpose for coming wasn’t to obtain the treasure but to prevent Gary Smith from acquiring it.
A shared sentiment prevailed: if I can’t win, you shouldn’t win either!
This guy’s growth speed is alarmingly swift, already striking fear into the multiracial groups. If not for the Supreme Council’s protection and the fact that he remained within the Human Clan’s range, he would’ve long been hunted down by the multiracial Kings.
The various multiracial kingdoms, in rare unanimity, resolved that he absolutely couldn’t ascend to become a king in this chaotic era!
Adding to this, entering the Dreamland means that even if someone dies, it’s merely a spiritual injury—no one’s life would be lost outright. Therefore...
It’d be best to awaken this Ancient Dragon earlier; no matter its purpose, the Human Alliance would surely suffer.
Gary Smith would also become the sinner of the Human Clan.
"By the way, where is Gary Smith?" someone suddenly shouted, drawing everyone’s attention.
That’s right—where could Gary Smith, the key figure, possibly have gone?
Just as the multiracial powerhouses searched around, a voice suddenly rang out:
"No need to search. He hasn’t come."
Everyone turned toward the direction of the voice and saw Smith Davies stepping through a stream of psychic fish, crossing the Void.
Smith Davies’s expression was somewhat peculiar.
It wasn’t fear—just...
After merely a few months of secluded cultivation to promote to the Eternal Blazing Sun, stepping out felt as if centuries had passed.
Gary Smith, the excellent rising figure, had astonishingly leapfrogged generations to become his elder; even Smith Davies’s actual elders now offered him courtesy.
He had already become one of the top-tier beneath the True Kings.
The ancient members of the Davies Family consoled him, urging him not to compare himself to such a monster. A figure like Gary Smith was something the Main World had only birthed once over countless years.
For his part, Smith Davies felt neither envy nor jealousy—just complexity and a trace of joy.
In this era, having someone to strive against—wasn’t that also a form of pleasure?
It was just unexpected that, instead of him seeking out Gary Smith, Gary Smith had come to him.
Previously, hearing descriptions felt abstract, but now, upon seeing Gary Smith again—even without the intentional deployment of pressure or spirit energy—he could sense the mental reverberations of his presence.
He felt like a mayfly in water gazing up at the boundless heavens above.
Even the psychic fish shrank back into the depths of Smith Davies’s mind, too afraid to emerge or even attempt to spy on Gary Smith’s inner thoughts.
Smith Davies initially thought Gary Smith wanted to show off, but as it turned out, Gary Smith merely wanted him to assist with something...
"What do you mean, Gary Smith hasn’t come?"
Timb Slow’s voice interrupted Smith Davies’s reflection.
He snapped back to reality, his handsome face tilting slightly downward as he replied calmly:
"He asked me to relay a message to all of you."
At this, Smith Davies paused for a moment, directing his gaze toward the leaders of the various Human Alliance forces, then continued:
"This includes you as well."
Several Human Alliance powerhouses looked awkward. Although they claimed to be here to support him, they too were here to vie for opportunities.
Only the members of the Knowledge Blessed Society remained composed, pursuing wisdom even at the cost of death.
"What message?" Timb Slow frowned. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
Smith Davies took out a piece of jade-like, crystal-clear white paper and, after unfolding it, softly read aloud:
"The General’s decree: I shall take possession of the Ancient Dragon Dreamland. Whether you belong to the Human Clan or the multiracial groups, you have three minutes to evacuate. Otherwise... bear the consequences."
"Arrogant!" The multiracial camp erupted instantly.
If Gary Smith himself were here, they might extend him some grace.
But now, merely a written decree threatening them? Utterly outrageous.
"Afraid the True Kings might ambush him in the Dream Realm, he’s pretending to be brave!"
"This is laughable. I’m not leaving—what can he do to me?"
"Even if Gary Smith himself were here, I... I might consider listening for a moment."
"This is just the Dreamland; unless he deploys some Law of Causality type of ability, the worst harm would be some spiritual trauma, nothing more. Look at him, not daring to show up!"
"Wait—he might already be here, disguised as one of us. After all, his specialties include the Illusion Technique and Dream Power. It’s impossible for him to abandon the Dream Eater Cult’s legacy."
"..."
Ridicule erupted across the multiracial camp. Scattering just because he demanded it would make them lose face!
Still, given Gary Smith’s previous underhanded tactics, they scrutinized their surroundings, wary of him blending in among them.
Timb Slow eyed the white paper, feeling the power his clan had relentlessly sought. He swiftly reached for it, intending to seize it and return it to his clan for a True King to trace its origins.
Had Gary Smith been present, he might have shown some hesitancy. But a mere giant figure like Smith Davies? Timb Slow wasn’t the least concerned.
Yet Smith Davies remained indifferent, watching as the Power of Slowness enveloped him.
And then, in the very next second...
From within the white paper burst an overwhelming pressure, a flood of radiant light converging to condense into a blurry figure.
