My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1736 - 499: Gary Smith: Killing Gods as Natural as Breathing! One Man Dominates a Realm! Entering the Old Days Era

Chapter 1736: Chapter 499: Gary Smith: Killing Gods as Natural as Breathing! One Man Dominates a Realm! Entering the Old Days Era

Boom!

The River of History suddenly spiraled into a crazed state, with endless history disordered and time distorted, the extracted timelines becoming black holes devouring everything.

"What happened?"

Countless Ancient Elders from dormant histories were awakened, even The Gods upon the Mother River cast their gaze.

Gaze filled with surprise, not knowing what happened?

The commotion seemed even greater than the one that ended he who was buried eons ago.

Did the Pure White God die?

Or is it the Faceless God, this god of amusement, causing trouble?

Or could it be that the Old Days Era is about to undergo a transformation?

However, the River of History didn’t answer anyone’s questions; it even broke the iron rule of the past belonging to history and began to flow backward, carrying the dust of history and rushing towards the present.

The terrifying creatures of the History Series shrouded in historical fog appeared utterly insignificant before the fully awakened River of History, only managing to flee in a sorry state.

Those who couldn’t escape? They were crushed instantly.

"What is this?!"

The Daylight Clan, who were resting on the Ashen Boat, were also stunned by the sweeping River of History.

Even with Divine Artifacts granting them True King Level combat power, capable of claiming a territory in the Main World, within this River of History, a mere ripple could obliterate them.

In the face of the raging River of History, even The Gods had to yield.

But now... they had nowhere to run!

Hum!

Just when they thought their clan would be annihilated, the yellow flags on the Ashen Skyship fluttered, and the raging historical waves surprisingly bypassed them.

"Praise the great Collector!"

All members of the Daylight Tribe knelt down, praying devoutly upon witnessing this scene.

The Daylight Pseudo-King watched this scene, feeling in this time that his people had ceased to worship The Sun or the Daylight King, turning instead to worship the Collector.

But he didn’t stop them; what did it matter what one believed if it meant they could survive?

"It’s a pity, Gary Smith didn’t come." The Daylight Pseudo-King sighed. His potential had already reached its limit. Although there’s only one step between a False King and a True King, it’s a world of difference.

Especially after incarnating as the Beast of the Daylight for Long Eons, his ambition had eroded away, making it very difficult to go against the Inverse River to become a Crowned King.

But Gary Smith was different; his Talent was unrivaled, he possessed boundless Potential, and even recognized by the Sun King as the Perfect successor.

Only shame that starting point was too high; with the strong backing of the Human Clan, too many offered him opportunities.

"Only when reality beats him down will he understand how precious the chance to become a Crowned King is." The Daylight Pseudo-King wasn’t anxious, nor did he believe Gary Smith would certainly become a Crowned King.

You see, with the full support of the Daylight Clan, it’s possible to become a True King, and perhaps even rescue that group of Ancient Elders. Holding the Sun’s secrets could allow one to reach True King Peak, and possibly even become a Godlike Demigod among men.

Such a temptation, the other party surely couldn’t resist.

Just needed a bit of patience, eventually, he would come and obediently become the Daylight King.

It’s just unknown what exactly happened to the River of History, it felt especially urgent,

As if fearing it would be too late!

Meanwhile, in the present,

"Is this what they call a funeral?"

Ah, perhaps even the Chaotic Spirit God Fiend, a congealed evil god of Desire, could not comprehend why the Door Disciple would commit suicide?

And using an Ancient Spear, a top-level Divine Object, as if fearing one couldn’t die thoroughly enough?

Could it be because the mission wasn’t accomplished, and choosing death as an apology?

Or a weak mind, unable to bear failure?

The Kings frowned, unable to understand the thought processes of the Door Disciple.

But they quickly realized...

Although the higher the Spiritual Power Level, the more terrifying and Mad the nature, it doesn’t mean there is no intelligence.

To try and comprehend a Madman, isn’t that madness itself?

But what concerned them more was how the Chaotic Spirit God Fiend referred to the Door Disciple, showing considerable wariness of the forces behind them.

Because they arrived late, did they simply think it was an agent of a top-level Great Existence?

The style of action, seems akin to the camp of the Faceless God!

"What is the reason after all!?"

Among the Kings, only the King of Order, or perhaps the Lady of the World, knew the identity of the Door Disciple. Watching the disciple elegantly embrace death without any sign of life aura, her brow furrowed deeply.

"You should’ve kept him by your side if you liked him. I always said you might as well keep him by your side as a pretty boy," said the Mechanism Angel bluntly, but upon receiving the gentle gaze of the Mecha Queen, closed her mouth and muttered softly, "I was just suggesting."

In fact, she also had a bit of a selfish motive. If the Lady of the World had kept Gary Smith, she could have borrowed him to play with too.

This guy was the same one who had made her pregnant and kicked her into having an abortion.

Although she had used the foot of procreation at that time, it was also a confrontation.

But isn’t the outcome the same?

Later on, to make Yellow Fur also pregnant, cruelly mistreat him, and then abandon him.

As excessive as it may be, at least it wouldn’t result in death.

Look now, turned into kebabs, probably only Shimmering Oil could salvage him now.

Wait... to make into an electric Toy wouldn’t be bad either!

"Enough, did you forget we share one body, if there isn’t a mental barrier, strong thoughts are like Broadcast in the brain?" the Mecha Queen reminded helplessly, prompting the Mechanism Angel to quickly contain her thoughts and apply a mental barrier on herself.

The Mecha Queen said helplessly to herself, "World, don’t take it to heart, Spirit is well-intentioned, but Gary Smith, this guy, there must be other backups."

The Lady of the World paid it no heed, or rather...

She didn’t think someone as extreme in clinging to life as Gary Smith would willingly die.