My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 122 - 87: Deification! King of the Old Gods! Supreme Divinity! (Please subscribe and monthly ticket) _2

Chapter 122: Chapter 87: Deification! King of the Old Gods! Supreme Divinity! (Please subscribe and monthly ticket) _2

The wailing stopped, bringing everything to an end!

Everyone held their breaths, waiting for their judgment.

Yet, the Collector simply turned around, each step pressing down on the yellow sand like a mortal traveler measuring the width of the world, admiring the beauty of all creatures.

Without a shred of extraordinary power, he was the center of the world in the eyes of every Beastmaster.

No one dared to breathe loudly, fearful of disturbing this being’s interest.

Not until his silhouette completely disappeared at the end of the desert did the heavy stone in people’s hearts fall. The shadow of death vanished instantly. Some friends, lovers, even embraced each other, feeling how wonderful it was to be alive.

"Finally it’s over, my pants are almost wet and dried by the desert!"

"No wonder it’s a taboo existence. Even though there is not a hint of malicious intent, we have to worry constantly about being crushed by the aftershocks."

"I never thought that I would witness the incarnation of a great one in my lifetime, even death would have been worth it..."

"What is a taboo existence?" However, compared to the astonishment of some, others did not know what taboo was. They only felt fear of an incomprehensible power.

"You don’t know even this? Let me tell you, that’s the existence known as the God of the Mortal World, which is..."

"..."

Many Beastmasters engaged in heated discussions. Knowledge about the taboo existence, even if fragmented, began to quickly spread.

Fear and the unknown are the best teachers!

Henry Chensky bent over and flexed his weak legs, looking at the empty desert in silence for a long time before finally saying:

"Is that it? It’s over?"

"Isn’t it good that it’s over?" Michael Brightwell glanced at him and said, "The ceremony has been disrupted, and the so-called Reincarnation Embryo and this meatball have been taken away by this figure under the crown. The entire scheme of the Limb Demon has been shattered."

"It seems so..." Henry Chensky scratched his head, saying with lingering fear, "But I really didn’t expect that such an ancient being would not only bear goodwill towards mankind, but also actively help us."

"You are wrong."

Without replying, George Sharp at the side shook his head and said with a profound gaze:

"It might be true that it bears goodwill towards mankind, but it is not helping us, perhaps it has its own agenda."

Michael Brightwell, deep in thought, asked:

"Are you referring to its last words?"

What do you mean?

Henry Chensky was a bit confused, feeling foolish with their riddles.

"Exactly. Though I’m just an insignificant Beastmaster, far from reaching the level of Morning Star, attempting to guess the intentions of such a dazzling ancient existence is both presumptuous and foolish. However, I have made some speculations..." After expressing his regret, George Sharp exclaimed in awe, "The figure under the crown, its goal is this loser of the Old Era."

"Just this?" Henry Chensky had been looking forward to something, but he was somewhat speechless after hearing this, "Didn’t it say straightforwardly that it wanted a collectible?"

As his words fell, he received a look of incredulity from Michael Brightwell, who then asked:

"What is the opposite of a loser?"

"You think I’m a fool, huh? Naturally, it’s a winner..."

Henry Chensky was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly seemed to be struck by lightning, he stood still, realized it, murmuring:

"The Old Era!"

Michael Brightwell nodded approvingly, continuing:

"When the figure referred to the Old Era, it wasn’t about the unknown past eras we understand, but a specific period. Judging by its attitude, it clearly knows everything. Its collection of this sacrificial object doesn’t seem to be for viewing, but more like to seal away that era."

"If we compare the unknown era to a war, the losers were driven away, and the winners shared the fruit. If the former wanted to return, it would threaten their interests, naturally, they would be ruthlessly attacked." George Sharp expressed his guessing, saying gravely, "The Collector is likely one of the winners, if not the decision-maker."

The reason he said this was because the Collector was still actively walking around, but it was unknown whether it was a taboo embodiment or one of its incarnations?

What exactly happened in the Old Era that allowed such an era to be buried?

A war between high beings?

Dividing power?

Or fighting over a treasure?

Regrettably, the entire history is shrouded in a thick fog, a forbidden area that they, as mortals, couldn’t pry into.

Touch it and die!

"I see..."

Henry Chensky also fully comprehended. Everything the Collector did was not to help them, but to protect his own spoils of war.

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for the Limb Demon Leader.

From the beginning, this guy was just a pawn being manipulated at will by this great being, moved around like a marionette.

Now, much worse, he has been tainted by abnormality and is worse than dead.

Thinking of this, Henry Chensky shivered, gaining a deeper understanding of the terror of ancient beings.

Once encountered, it was eternal despair!

But he still had a question, "Then why didn’t it just take action and erase everything?"

Michael Brightwell also looked confusedly at George Sharp.

"I have been thinking about this question. The conclusion that I have come to is probably... boredom."

George Sharp looked at the astonished faces of the two and smiled bitterly:

"It may seem strange to us, but this figure has experienced a long time and has long lost its humanity, thus it is more appropriate to call it divinity. Its thinking is completely different from ours, and all its actions reflect its own persona. Perhaps it was just in the mood to watch us perform a show, but unfortunately, we let it down..."