My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1145 - 339: The Alliance in Fear! The Great Existence Descends! Crisis in the Main World! The Battle of Doomsday!

Chapter 1145: Chapter 339: The Alliance in Fear! The Great Existence Descends! Crisis in the Main World! The Battle of Doomsday!

The Mechanism Angel’s body twisted rapidly, transforming into the shape of livestock which were to graze in the meadow, and within the Chaos Egg, phantoms of light balls began to emerge.

The puzzles of the Rancher’s form also began to further metamorphose,

everything was developing in a good direction,

However, just when Gary Smith thought the meadow would welcome a new Incarnation of the Mechanism Series Superior Beings.

With a loud "boom!"

The body of the Mechanism Angel exploded into a burst of black and red blood mist, within which floated four Mechanical Cores, swirling with radiance.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

But soon, the Shimmering Oil clinging to the remnants of blood and flesh became active, extending out numerous silk threads that stuck together, and in the blink of an eye, a rudimentary form of a body was reconstructed.

Boom, boom, boom!

But the next moment, it was turned back into livestock by the meadow, then exploded, and this cycle repeated over and over.

After it happened many times, the Mechanism Angel’s mentality collapsed, giving up on quickly repairing its body, it kept itself in the state of a blood mist, letting the meadow come and go as it pleased.

"Is it because it’s not the true body, so it can’t succeed?"

Gary Smith pondered, feeling a bit of regret in his heart, for the Mechanism Angel in front of him was not the true body, but merely an incarnation.

Primarily, he wanted to see if he could forcibly graze both the incarnation and the true body together through the Rancher’s concept of grazing.

If possible, he could attempt to unearth potential and derive a concept skill similar to the "extermination of nine kinships."

By controlling the riff-raff of a Devil Nest, one could directly dominate demons with blood relations, throwing them into the meadow to transform into forage.

A single person’s debt, repaid by the entire clan!

A debt passed onto nine kinships, the Rancher’s kindness never ends.

That is to say...

The Hand of the Terminal Producer!

But obviously, this ability wasn’t as simple as he thought, at least the current meadow couldn’t accomplish the contagion of memes.

"As expected, becoming a ruthless Capitalist is a long road to travel!"

Gary Smith muttered to himself, and as for the thoughts of the Mechanism Angel, he had already guessed them.

Because the body condensed from Shimmering Oil had a sort of Undying Body trait, as long as the true body didn’t die, the incarnation could continue to coalesce.

So, she intended to drag this out with him!

"Too naive!"

Gary Smith shook his head, and behind him, Bubbles began writhing within the bizarre erect Eye, from which extended numerous tendrils of light, with glowing, eyeless mouths at their tips.

They compressed the vast blood mist into the shape of stick-shaped loaves, then devoured them in relish.

Crunch! Crunch!

With each bite, ignoring the horrified Mechanism Angel, they bit open a void on her body that couldn’t be repaired, or rather, didn’t exist at all.

They were the manifestations of the Rancher, symbolizing greed and plunder, devouring everything to complete the meadow.

A copious amount of Mech Souls poured in and quickly repaired the shattered grassland, yielding luscious metal-sheened forage, swaying slightly under the wash of Chaos Streams!

If she can’t be grazed, then use it as filler for the foundation!

As for the Mechanism Angel’s opinion?

Hmm... Gary Smith had bad ears and couldn’t hear.

Meanwhile, within Order Heaven.

The previously blue-screened Live Broadcasting Room finally regained signal, causing all the Audience’s cheers to surge.

Regrettably, the Battle had progressed to its end, leaving the viewers to watch with Joanne Jones and the half-nailed Henry Wu, waiting for the final outcome.

Crack! Crack!

The Dark Light Screen shattered, dissipating into the sky as black fog, causing everyone to hold their breath, tense, dreading a proud Mechanism Angel would emerge from within.

Fortunately, the one who ultimately walked out was Gary Smith, with the minute up, the Rancher Form dissipated.

Adorned in Twilight Dragon Armor, he flipped open the fierce helmet, casually eating bread as he approached, looking more like he was on a picnic than heading into battle.

Joanne Jones was momentarily stunned, glancing around to ensure there were no other figures before asking anxiously, "Where’s the Mechanism Angel?"

"Here it is!" Gary Smith raised the Mechanism Angel-brand baguette in his hand, taking another bite with a satisfying crunch, and faintly, one could almost hear a woman’s wail echoing from the Void.

As for the taste, well, it had a hint of the aroma of Machine Oil, with a filling inside—it should be breeding... ahem, no big deal, quite intoxicating indeed!

"..."

Joanne Jones was speechless, not expecting Gary Smith to actually chow down on the Mechanism Angel like Food.

After all, isn’t it all made of Shimmering Oil?

The Live Broadcasting Room exploded into chaos.

"I feel like Gary Smith has quite the charisma, when he says he will eat you, he truly eats you!"

"Gary Smith speaking the big truth!"

"This is what a real man is, keeping his word. By the way, when making Mechanical Maids in the future, can we get a decent copy of this?"

"To the person above, you can go get yourself killed directly, no need to beat around the bush. Provoking big Yellow Fur Gary is far worse than offending an Abyssal Overlord."

"Eating an Angel raw, trampling a Grand Demon, a true man should indeed be like this!"

"Shame we missed the footage of the earlier battle, we’ve lost a whole billion!"

"Compared with Gary Smith, even Abyssal Demons and the Cult of the Evil God seem kind of cute."

"From now on, on the battlefield, we promise not to use Gary Smith first."

"..."

Unaware of the internet memes causing his reputation as a good person to plummet, Gary Smith casually threw the four Mechanical Cores to Red Rabbit.

"Roar!"

Red Rabbit roared with delight; ever since its birth, it had never once gone hungry alongside its master. The Halo of Earth’s Splendor at the back of its head spun, accommodating the Mechanical Cores.

Thus, the Steam Faction’s "First Generation Steam Machine"... the Insert Mechanism Faction’s "Spirit Mechanism Wings"... the Divination Faction’s "Eye of Wisdom Machine"... the Armor Faction’s "Gravity Core"... the Electromagnetic Faction’s "Magnetic Tyrant Field"... the Gear Faction’s "Primordial Gear"... and the Blood Mechanism Faction’s "Ascension Trident" were all in hand.