My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1819 - 525: Gary Smith: If Celestial Realm doesn’t appreciate kindness, then let it fall! (Thanks to Guangdong’s generous patronage)
Chapter 1819: Chapter 525: Gary Smith: If Celestial Realm doesn’t appreciate kindness, then let it fall! (Thanks to Guangdong’s generous patronage)
In the Main World,
whether it was the Human Clan or the myriad races across the Abyss, they all witnessed this scene, their mouths agape, their eyes filled with disbelief.
None of them had expected Gary Smith to be this arrogant.
He had directly sent his Pet Beasts to infiltrate Pure White Heaven and demanded the seven Seraph Chiefs, who overlooked the eons from their lofty vantage, to release their captives.
And he even claimed they were overdue on adjustments...
This was as absurd as an ant asking an elephant to commit suicide.
"These are angels? They look way too bizarre! Even though the image is blurry, I feel like my eyes are going blind!"
"If the image wasn’t blurred, I bet we’d all be left with psychological scars."
"Holy crap, Gary Smith dares to do this, I can’t even bear to watch anymore!"
"This is way too badass, commanding angels to release captives, and then pulling the ’don’t say I didn’t warn you’ card. I remember learning this phrase in school—translated, it essentially means... if you don’t listen, I’ll make you listen."
"Gary Smith isn’t content with being the general of the Human Clan; he’s aiming to be the general of all races, even of the Celestial Realm itself!"
"Damn, isn’t this going to infuriate the Pure White God?"
"This is the true pride of the Human Clan! So what if they’re angels? So what if they’ve lived long? It all comes down to whose fists are harder!"
"Are you insane, or did you skip all your classes in school? Seraph Chiefs are powerhouses on par with the True Kings."
"So what? The True Kings from the Main World are so suppressed here that when they go to the Outer Regions, they still dominate the True Kings there by at least thirty to forty percent."
"That may be true, but Gary Smith isn’t a True King. If they descend to the Mortal World directly, they are top powerhouses, and let’s not forget that Seraph Chiefs were personally created by the Pure White God, their lifespan equals that of Pure White Heaven itself—practically infinite."
"Say all you want, it doesn’t change the fact that nothing’s been sent down yet." ƒrēenovelkiss.com
"..."
Countless humans were in an uproar; some admired Gary Smith’s boldness, while others thought he was mad.
Using his authority in the Mortal World over humans to dictate terms to the angels of the Celestial Realm.
This made it seem as though the Celestial Realm had been conquered by humans.
"Am I seeing an illusion?"
The geniuses of myriad races were completely stunned, even the offspring of several True Kings felt chills down their spines.
A mere boy whose age hadn’t even reached a fraction of theirs, yet every action he took was something they wouldn’t even dare to dream about doing.
Directly provoking seven True Kings, among whom one was a top-tier True King!
Even a madman wouldn’t dare attempt something like this!
No wonder this kid has never feared abnormalities.
If I go mad first, abnormalities can’t catch up to me, right?
The Kings themselves had peculiar expressions; they had lived for countless years but were witnessing such an audacious individual for the first time.
Even they... no, they should say even the True Kings of ancient families in their youth, had never been this domineering.
"But I’ve always found those old relic angels hard to stomach. They actually think being in the Celestial Realm means they can do whatever they please!"
"I can understand. After all, he’s already offended the Gods; compared to them, the Seraph Chiefs really don’t seem as threatening."
"Is this what they call ’when debts pile up, nothing weighs you down’? This kid has clearly maxed out his taunt skill."
"Aren’t you worried they’ll just kill him outright?"
However, what caught their attention even more was Gary Smith’s declaration to livestream the entire scene.
No one believed Gary Smith simply wanted to flaunt his authority and show off.
After all, verbal threats posed no actual danger to Seraph Chiefs; more likely, he wanted to leverage the collective will of all beings to achieve some hidden goal.
Thus, the myriad Kings immediately sprang into action, using their collective Law Power to blanket the Heavenly Dome, intercepting any and all intentions.
But they failed to notice that their manipulation of Law Power caused varying degrees of chaos, with panic spreading among the myriad races.
Amid all the disorder, panic, and intertwined forces of conspiracy, an invisible red aura began to rise, surging beyond the Heavenly Dome, where it was devoured by a mysterious crimson Divine Tree, whose root tendrils extended ever further...
Only the True King of Years Catastrophe vaguely sensed something, yet couldn’t trace the source, muttering:
"What on earth is he planning?"
Given his understanding of Gary Smith, there was no doubt the boy had a hidden card to play.
Someone he once looked down upon as beneath even his youngest child was now sitting across from him on the same chessboard, navigating the same game. Truly...
Interesting!
Whoosh!
The River of Misfortune surged endlessly, its will at the source roaring in frustration over his blockade of its flow.
Yet the True King of Years Catastrophe turned a deaf ear, instead commanding misfortune to sweep upward toward the Heavenly Dome.
Whatever Gary Smith intended, he would destroy it all.
Even if it only meant making him lose face.
The convergence of human hearts transformed into a massive momentum that could even taint his fortune.
Even the favor of the Mother River wasn’t infinite.
At that moment, the entire Main World boiled over.
Meanwhile, in Gary Smith’s Pure White Tower, he sat high on his Throne, satisfied, and said, "My knight truly has done a fine job translating."
As his words fell, the room plunged into dead silence.
Soon after, the quiet was broken by a bout of coughing.
Myriad Seal Mu choked on his wine, staring incredulously at the figure occupying the Seat of the Fool.
The guests present didn’t know how to react either.
Is this what you call diplomacy?
It was practically using dominance to intimidate angels!
Are you trying to rescue someone, or provoke the enemy into tearing up the captives?
One had to admit, it was indeed bold!
After all, the Celestial Realm had been holding itself high above for countless years, overlooking the Mortal World, summoning angels down now and then to stir up trouble, only to leave without a care.
It had long frustrated the Human Clan.
Yet before Pure White Heaven and its clear allegiance were clarified, the Human Clan didn’t want to rashly make enemies, since standing behind them was none other than the Pure White God.
He was a pinnacle Great Existence, the apex of all Gods!
