My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 121 - 87: Deification! King of the Old Gods! Supreme Divinity! (Please subscribe and monthly ticket)

Chapter 121: Chapter 87: Deification! King of the Old Gods! Supreme Divinity! (Please subscribe and monthly ticket)

This thing was not blown up in the massive explosion that just occurred, instead, it was intact, though it looked a bit wilted.

Thinking about its ability to serve as the core of the Altar and how it just demonstrated the ability to seize souls, blood and flesh, and memories.

Although it’s useless to him, that’s because Gary Smith, as the "Master of the Gate", possesses a status comparable to a taboo.

But to everyone else, it’s definitely a huge killer!

It involves the power of karma.

It’s also the rumored Supreme Law, but it’s unclear how to use it.

Didn’t expect the Limb Demon Leader to drop this treasure in his hurry to escape.

Suddenly feeling that this kid who brings wealth isn’t so bad!

"This thing looks destined to be mine!"

Gary Smith also had the intent to pick it up, but he quickly abandoned the idea.

Because so many people are watching right now, it would be too out of character to just quickly bend down and pick it up.

It’s too unstable!

How to say it, the "Collector" can now be considered half a Taboo Vest, which might come in handy in the future.

But for the sake of dignity, missing out on treasures is not his style...

But it’s okay, I have Mousie!

Gary Smith found a way, he pointed his finger and nudged the sleeping Mousie, trying to wake her up.

"Yes, it’s there, Cultivator. Hmm, it’s so comfortable, keep going..."

However, she just mumbles in her sleep, turns over and continues to sleep, making Gary Smith somewhat infuriated; what has this little Serena mouse dreamed about?

If we weren’t outside right now, I’d have to have Little Spider take me into your dream and give a live broadcast.

"Hmm, who is it? Can’t even relax and wait for death now..."

After pushing a few times, Mousie suddenly got up. Having been too deeply asleep, her fur was now a mess, and as soon as she opened her eyes she saw a huge finger and instinctively hugged herself.

The next moment, she reacted and realized it was Cultivator’s hand, and whispered:

"Cultivator, you’re going to scare Mousie to death like this!"

Mousie was a bit irritable after being woken up, but her eyes lit up as soon as she heard Cultivator’s plan.

Fun... Hard work,

The Mouse God must not be missing!

Don’t you know, I’ve learned so much from Big Sister recently!

So Mousie patted her chest with her little paws and said proudly:

"Leave it all to me!"

Then, Mousie, fighting off her exhaustion, conjured a Shadow Tentacle which emerged from under the yellow robe.

Everyone held their breath at the sight, and a sense of despair began to envelop them.

Could it be because they saw something they shouldn’t have, was this ancient taboo going to release its collection and devour them?

Don’t they even have the qualifications to be taken action against personally?

However, just when they were tensed up, the tentacle only reached into the meat pile and wound up the Karmic Egg.

"This is... a Sacrificial Object!"

Michael Brightwell and others also recognized this thing. Clearly, it was something the Limb Demon Leader desperately wanted to hold onto, and was also the core of the sacrifice.

But... why would the "Collector" pick it up?

Gary Smith ignored these awed and curious gazes, was about to have the tentacle retrieve it under the yellow robe, but when it was in front of him, it stopped.

"What’s going on!?"

Gary Smith was taken aback, looked down and saw that Mousie, who was in his pocket, was holding onto the Shadow Tentacle tightly, letting out small snoring sounds.

Clearly, she was exhausted to the extreme and had fallen asleep while standing.

Considering all she did earlier to hold together the shadow engulfing the cave, it had left her completely drained.

But it’s a bit too awkward to stop just here!

Why are you always let down in such insignificant situations, yet mysteriously powerful at crucial moments?

The crowd starts to get restless, thinking that they were going to be sacrificed, their expressions panicked.

The actions of the Collector could spell disaster for them.

As the scene was about to explode into chaos, Gary Smith racked his brain, countless thoughts clashed, as he looked at the Karmic Egg, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, and he blurted out:

"The loser of the Old Era, is a good collectible."

His words were calm, carrying a hint of nostalgia, perfectly in line with his Collector persona.

He’s just trying to add another collectible.

Next, he only needs to wake Mousie, pick up this thing and it’ll be all done.

However, the moment his words fell, the half-dead Reincarnation Embryo suddenly opened all its eyes, screaming at Gary Smith.

The voice was desolate, echoing over the Desert Wilderness, filled with boundless sorrow and fear. It came with a bloody glow, surprisingly projecting a brilliant kingdom.

Wealth and prosperity. The creatures living in it are happy and content.

However, the beautiful scenery was fleeting and started to wither at a visible speed. The picture started to burn, turning into countless ashes.

Actually, it was the Karmic Egg running out of strength, but it looked more like a higher-than-fate Mastermind wiping out everything.

The loser is about to pass away.

The many Beastmasters also inexplicably felt a sense of desolation.

It’s not sympathy,

It’s a sense of humiliation and powerlessness that can only be experienced by an ant!

"You don’t need to cooperate so much with just a casual line of my dialogue!"

Gary Smith was surprised, he just said something casually, he didn’t expect this thing to suddenly act out so dramatically, and even transformed into a super version of a projector.

Who knows where these images are coming from? Could it have something to do with the origin of the Karmic Egg?

"Sorry, sorry, Mousie’s here!"

Mousie was startled awake too and hurriedly kept it under the yellow robe, then got thrown into the Void Treasure Chest by Gary Smith.