My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1768 - 509: The Scapegoated Dream Eater Pope! Gary Smith: The Gods are but Chess Pieces in My Hand!_3
Chapter 1768: Chapter 509: The Scapegoated Dream Eater Pope! Gary Smith: The Gods are but Chess Pieces in My Hand!_3
"Gary Smith!!!"
Timb Slow was horrified, as if sinking into the Deep Ocean, feeling the surrounding space constantly pressing in, he could smell the aura of death.
Gary Smith’s shadow stretched out a hand, and above the Heavenly Dome of the Dream Domain, a gigantic finger surrounded by black thunder descended radiantly.
The oppressive force surged!
Heavenly Secret Technique — Celestial’s One Finger!
Before it even approached, Timb Slow’s spine bent, and he vomited blood uncontrollably.
"Insolence!"
The Ecological Lord of the Slow Royal Clan roared furiously, unleashing the Power of Slowness in an attempt to suppress this force. However, at the moment of contact, it was swept away by a gust of wind.
The surrounding space, blood and flesh, spirit energy—all became sluggish and lethargic.
"How... could... this... be..."
The eyes of the Ecological Lord of the Slow Royal Clan were filled with terror. For a clan that excelled in the Power of Slowness, they were unexpectedly slowed down in return.
And the essence of this power far exceeded what they had mastered.
But how is this possible!?
They originated from a Divine Object!
The Ecological Lord of the Slow Royal Clan couldn’t even process this realization before being blasted away, coughing up blood uncontrollably.
Timb Slow was crushed on the spot, disintegrating into nothingness.
"Noisy. If you shout again, I’ll march into the Slow Kingdom and slaughter you!" Gary Smith’s shadow said indifferently.
Everyone fell silent, trembling like cicadas in the cold.
The Dream Eater Cult Pope struggled to stand at this moment. From their interrogations, he roughly pieced together that this Gary Smith seemed to have inherited their legacy.
But he merely thought of him as a lucky individual.
Never did he expect... such strength.
To crush their Royal Clan’s Ecological Lord, obliterating him with a single finger.
Could it be that the Dream Eater Cult finally had a worthy successor?
Smith Davies watched the scene unfold with a calm expression, flashes of memories swirling in his mind. After understanding Gary Smith’s instructions, he still wondered why Gary hadn’t come in person.
Was he worried about a True King’s ambush?
Or afraid they’d use the True King’s Law to perish together with him?
However, Gary Smith’s reply left him with an unforgettable impression.
"These small players are insignificant. I want to deal with the ones pulling the strings behind this incident."
The force behind the Ancient Dragon incident, wouldn’t it be...
The Gods!
Meanwhile, within the Camp of Multiracial Forces, regal and overwhelming auras surged into the sky one after another.
This time, to target Gary Smith, they had all utilized specialized Dreamland curse techniques, carrying items embedded with the True King’s Law, determined to inflict devastating blows.
"We admit you’re strong, but..."
"This world belongs to the multiracial forces!"
Beams of the Law of the King soared into the sky, sweeping toward Gary Smith’s shadow, aiming to purge him entirely from the Dream Domain.
But in the face of such an assault, Gary Smith’s shadow stood with hands behind his back, his lips curling slightly into a faint smile.
Suddenly, he exploded ahead of time, transforming into countless silk threads that fused into everyone’s bodies, spreading into the entire Dreamland.
"What is this? A curse?"
The crowd was horrified, but soon, scholars with vast knowledge traced its origins:
"It’s not a curse; it’s a Dreamland positioning ceremony, designed to anchor the connection between one’s physical body in reality and their consciousness in the Dreamland. It forms something akin to lock chains, preventing one from becoming lost in the Dreamland. It’s not a negative ability—more like a group blessing—which is why it didn’t trigger any protective curses."
The crowd was confused. Could Gary Smith be worried they’d get lost in the Dream Domain?
Could he really be so kind-hearted?
However, outside the Heavenly Dome of the Dream Domain, a nation burning with silver dream flames began approaching slowly.
It was the Nightmare Prison!
Utilizing the peculiarities of the Dreamland, Little Jade had piled up a massive number of Dreamland creatures within the Nightmare Prison, now comparable to the size of a regular kingdom, with only the Law for suppression missing.
Little Jade sat atop the Nightmare, her slender legs gently swaying as she chuckled:
"Accept this gift from Father!"
"That’s Gary Smith’s Spirit of Dreams. Could it be that he intends to smash the Ancient Dragon Dreamland using this Dreamland kingdom? Impossible. Even the dream of a True King might not accomplish such a feat." Multiracial faction experts frowned.
But the next second, their expressions changed.
Because behind the Silverfire Divine Kingdom was a boundless black ocean, vast and infinite like a world moving at noon, filled with countless twisted, terrifying Nightmare Demons hunting it.
It was...
The Forbidden Life Zone moving within the Dream Domain—the Nightmare Sea!
Some ancient family elites turned pale at the sight. They understood that this entity was nurtured by the milk of a Great Existence.
Its depths hid numerous terrifying horrors!
"This is bad! Retreat quickly!"
In this moment, they reacted decisively, urgently wanting to leave the area.
If they were killed, at most their spirits and souls would suffer damage.
But if they were consumed by the Nightmare Sea, they were undoubtedly doomed!
Yet at this moment, they discovered the closure of the Ancient Dragon Dreamland.
Clearly, the Ancient Dragon’s will was preparing for defense against an invasion by the Nightmare Sea, even initiating a migration.
The colossal Ancient Dragon Dream Domain seemed ready to move.
However, now...
There was a problem!
They were all marked with Dream Domain positioning curse techniques, similar to being tied down while diving into the Deep Ocean. Now, as the Dreamland prepared to migrate, they were forcibly tethered in place.
Trapped at the same spot.
And to avoid getting lost in the Dream Domain, they had no choice but to exhaust themselves to maintain this connection.
Essentially, they were risking everything to help Gary Smith execute his plan.
No wonder he didn’t show up in person!
"This guy is so cunning!"
The crowd exclaimed, helplessly watching as the Nightmare Sea consumed the Ancient Dragon Dreamland.
Within the Pure White Tower, Gary Smith was playing chess with Principal Brown. He placed his piece down and chuckled:
"This is what you call two tigers fighting—one is destined to bleed."
