My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1775 - 511: Gary Smith: An Ancient Dragon is bound to be born, why can’t it be me?_4
Chapter 1775: Chapter 511: Gary Smith: An Ancient Dragon is bound to be born, why can’t it be me?_4
And the Mother of Twilight rushed toward Gary Smith with transcendental speed, shrouded in twilight radiance.
But the blow was intercepted by the God of Madness!
The leaking shockwave directly pushed Gary Smith back tens of kilometers!
Though the Authority of Life is mighty, faced with the three deities together, the God of Madness could no longer endure for much longer.
The three deities joined forces, driving the God of Madness closer in this direction.
"It’s over!"
The Storm King Dragon repelled the projection of the Celestial Demon God and said indifferently, his gaze cold and emotionless, only faintly regretful.
Originally, he sought to seize this opportunity to instigate chaos, shedding the control of the main world’s consciousness and the gods, to become the first truly free Ancient Dragon.
"If that’s the case, let me condense my Heavenly Duty, and bear the weight of the World!"
The Storm King Dragon roared, drawing closer to the Ancient Dragon’s Dead Egg. Flames of Madness erupted from his body, transforming into thousands of silk threads that connected to the Ancient Dragon’s Dead Egg, infusing it with immense lifeforce.
Boom!
The World Consciousness of the main realm descended, more grandiose than even the gods, as though embodying infinite power.
Countless ancient Divine Texts gathered together, intertwining, colliding, and bursting forth with the power of all things, slowly converging, beginning to form two words.
That was the [Heavenly Duty] belonging to the Ancient Dragon, akin to the authority of the gods, bestowed by the grace of the main world.
After all, in the Primordial Era, it branded the gods with the ecological imprint of existence before driving them away, and naturally held a fragment of their strength.
For example, the Genesis Dragon wielded the power of creation.
The Storm King Dragon wondered with curiosity, what sort of power would he wield?
Since his purpose was to slay the gods, chances were it might be annihilation, destruction, or doomsday-like powers...
Meanwhile, four deities were closing in, their vast divine power resembling a prison, encompassing half of the Dream Realm.
"Gary Smith has lost!" Some Kings sighed, while others watched coldly.
They were already prepared to face the strongest Ancient Dragon!
Still, most of the multiracial Kings showed schadenfreude, plotting to harm the Human Clan before intervening.
"It’s over!" The talents within the Storm King Dragon’s belly fell into utter despair!
The Storm King Dragon flapped his Dragon Wings incessantly, drawing closer, emotions swirling in his heart—joy and exhilaration. He spread his Dragon Claws as if proclaiming to the world:
"With the gods as witnesses, I have finally become an Ancient Dragon!"
"Bragging is premature—ask first if the Dream Eater Cult agrees. They’ve prepared the utmost legacy to steal the fruits of victory!" Gary Smith’s voice suddenly rang out, shattering the Storm King Dragon’s triumph.
As his words fell, countless gazes turned toward the Storm King Dragon’s belly—or rather...
The Dream Eater Pope!
The Dream Eater Cult, mere weaklings, apparently still held onto a hidden card?
Everyone’s first reaction was disbelief.
Especially Timb Slow of the Slow Royal Clan, who utterly refused to believe this worthless entity, defeated so easily, could be a hidden boss.
Even the Dream Eater Pope was dumbfounded.
"Can you not drag me into your nonsense!?"
The Storm King Dragon’s gaze turned cold. Though skeptical, in the depths of the Dream Domain, threads of Madness Fire extended outward, ready to crush this unstable factor.
"Help..."
The Dream Eater Pope sought to call for aid, but his eyes gleamed with an imperceptible crimson energy, condensing into the insignia of the Red King’s status, instantly engulfing his consciousness.
In the next instant, the Madness Fire tendrils shattered, scattering into countless sparks floating through the air.
Countless eyes widened in shock, watching the Dream Eater Pope stride amidst the chaos.
Even the four deities shifted their gazes toward him.
The Dream Eater Pope looked calm and chuckled lightly:
"As expected of my Dream Eater Cult’s most outstanding successor—you have foreseen my intentions."
"The [Millet Dream] forbidden curse, my life’s perfect creation, can reverse causality and transform certain outcomes into dreams. But if used within the Dream Realm, it can invert dream and reality and sever Heavenly Duty!"
"If successful, the Dream Eater Cult can create the Dream-Come-True Dragon. If it fails..."
"It will still remain my most perfect masterpiece!"
In that moment, all beings gazed at the mad figure in stunned silence.
This seemingly weak and insignificant Dream Eater Pope harbored such audacious ambition.
This man, even under relentless assault, concealed his true strength just to explode at the final hour.
Otherwise, the power to repel Madness Fire could easily crush the Slow Royal Clan’s Ecological Lord.
There was no other explanation save that of a master conspirator!
Of course, this explained how his remnants of legacy could cultivate someone like Gary Smith, a true monster.
And his remaining legacy—it wasn’t just any legacy—it was about seizing the Ancient Dragon’s Heavenly Duty!
Essentially, this was a coveted chance to be crowned King!
"Quite a character!"
In that moment, even the Kings couldn’t help but take notice.
The gods turned their attention.
Even the Storm King Dragon couldn’t believe—that within his own domain lurked such a figure!
Even as an adversary, one could only admire the other’s patience.
The Storm King Dragon reacted swiftly, unleashing countless chains of Madness Fire to suppress and obliterate the foe.
But...
It was already too late!
The Dream Eater Pope’s lips curved upward ever so slightly, summoning endless power from lies that transformed fiction to reality. In his hands, it coalesced into a dreamlike, ethereal Millet Dream Curse Sword, imbued with Dream-Breaking Sorcery.
"I may die, but the Dream Eater Cult’s vision of transforming the world into a dream... shall not perish!"
The Dream Eater Pope’s body was pierced by innumerable tendrils of Madness Fire, yet with his dying breath, he thrust the sword into the Ancient Dragon’s Dream World.
Boom!
At that instant,
Countless curses boiled over, spreading, rapidly solidifying the Storm King Dragon’s form, then...
Forcefully severed the causal link between the Storm King Dragon and the Ancient Dragon Dead Egg.
The Ancient Dragon Dead Egg and its Heavenly Duty, once beginning their incubation, came to a halt, instantly becoming unclaimed.
At that moment, the other three deities joined forces to repel the God of Madness, drawing closer.
Among them, the Mother of Twilight exuded the greatest eagerness as endless twilight radiance spread, enveloping the Dream Realm like a golden world. She was already impatient to claim Gary Smith.
"Not a bad ploy, though it ultimately failed!"
The Storm King Dragon had not disappeared. His expression betrayed astonishment as he sensed he had nearly been expelled from the Dream Realm, almost meeting an unexpected doom.
Fortunately, the opposing sorcery lacked refinement, able only to temporarily disconnect his consciousness before allowing his return to the Ancient Dragon Dead Egg.
This confirmed for him that the attempt was flawed.
Yet the Dream Eater Pope, using mere mortal power to achieve such a feat, was undeniably impressive.
The Storm King Dragon gazed at Gary Smith, now surrounded by the gods, muttering:
"I’ve won. The Heavenly Duty—the ultimate prize—will be mine!"
The Heavenly Duty was meant to be borne solely by the Mythical Dragon—it required status level and immense vitality.
Even in its unclaimed state, it could not simply be taken.
The Ancient Dragon’s divine role was not something so easily grasped.
Ultimately, it must be himself who undertakes it.
Following this, with the divine might of the gods, his enemy’s destiny could only be destruction.
The Kings silently observed this unfolding scene, sighing in lament.
What a pity.
"Danger!"
The King of Order’s halo revolved behind his head, preparing to rush forward in aid.
But in the next instant...
Endless power of death surged forth, constructing the Netherworld, the natural law of the deceased. It rattled the Dream Realm, appearing alongside the God of Madness, obstructing the three deities momentarily.
The God of Death had arrived from the Netherworld!
But blocking three deities entirely was nearly impossible.
Just then, Gary Smith appeared near the Ancient Dragon Dead Egg, placing his hand upon it. Facing the gods, he smiled faintly:
"If the Mythical Dragon can shoulder the Heavenly Duty and ascend as an Ancient Dragon..."
"Why can’t it be me instead?"
