My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1274 - 369: Ancestor’s Blood! Eternal Dark Feathered Snake! Eggy’s True Words!_2

Chapter 1274: Chapter 369: Ancestor’s Blood! Eternal Dark Feathered Snake! Eggy’s True Words!_2

"Wait, copper isn’t safe either. Have them switch to copper foil!" Martin instructed via message. By his side, Constant Crane, exuding a motherly radiance of great relief, spoke up:

"Hoo!"

This child is really impressive!

Having said that, Constant Crane felt that she should not always bring down her old mate, so she extended her wings to pat his shoulder, consoling him:

"Hoo!"

You had one... no, one hundredth of his talent when you were young!

Realizing she had exaggerated, Constant Crane guiltily turned her head away, having faked the data for the first time and not quite adept at it.

In fact, he had not even had one hundredth of the talent, Martin felt quite hollow.

"..." Martin remained silent, thinking it would have been better not to be comforted at all.

What’s the use of you, bird!?

(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Buzz!

While the noise and commotion continued from both sides, the Sunset Duel Arena burst into radiance. The black light pillar coalesced, holding the breath of all three camps.

"Who could it possibly be?"

The Wailing Banshee, Two-Headed Evil Ghost, and Blood Sea Beast Race were several top prodigies, each with a solemn countenance, lacking the confidence to withstand the debuff of Seat of the Fool’s degrading intelligence aura.

Once approached close enough, they were bound to be held by the head and barraged ruthlessly!

If they kept their distance, wouldn’t the Mechanical Kirin, flowing with pseudo infinite energy, exert a suppressive firepower not inferior to theirs?

His Royal Highness of the Royal Clan could certainly win, but Gary Smith would not accept the challenge, which was the most frustrating aspect for all Alien Races.

Despicable Alliance humans!

"Let me do it instead!" laughed Ghost Seventeen from the Twelve-armed Ghost Clan, eyes eager and trial-ready, making many Alien Races realize something suddenly.

So what if intelligence is decreased?

When the Twelve-armed Ghost Clan enters a berserk state, they naturally reduce their intelligence and enhance their combat power, tearing apart any living being they see!

What difference would a little more reduction make?

As for him, it might actually function as an enhancing buff, affording him the credentials to challenge the Great Demon King.

The Alien Races all failed to notice they were no longer contemplating assassinating Gary Smith; managing to blunt his edges would already be an incredible feat.

Boom!

The black light pillar fell but missed Ghost Seventeen, eliciting a snort from him.

It didn’t land on any of the top prodigies either but struck the Years Catastrophe Palace!

"It’s the Duke of Crossing Disaster!"

Everyone was initially surprised, followed by a shake of their heads, showing no thrill.

This way, with Gary Smith holding a huge advantage, he would not accept the challenge as long as he was not foolish, and he could easily leave the arena.

However, contrary to expectations, Gary Smith did not depart, leaning on the Seat of the Fool, a playful look in his eyes.

This guy...

Could it be he’s grown so arrogant that he wants to challenge the Royal Highness?

While everyone was astounded, a voice rang out:

"The one who made the move is not the Duke of Crossing Disaster!"

The speaker was the Heart-stealing Locust Clan Leader, who eyed the spreading shadow of darkness in the Years Catastrophe Palace. Thoughts racing through his mind conjured up an image, and he said in a deep voice:

"So it’s him..."

Click, click, click!

The doors of the palace opened, and endless darkness poured out, like a mighty river sweeping through everything in its path, eroding all beings.

"He—"

Several geniuses from high-level Races couldn’t avoid the spattering of the dark waters, unable to even call for help before being dissolved and becoming part of the river of darkness.

"What is this!?"

This scene terrified many from the Alien Races and Demons, who began to retreat in terror. Several economic prodigies seemed to realize something, looked up, and saw a figure emerging from the depths of the palace.

Rustle!

With every step, the heavy sound of shackles could be heard, instilling a suffocating pressure in all the Alien Races.

One step...

Two steps...

Three steps...

Soon, he was in front of everyone.

The appearance was humanoid, but half-human, half-snake, large in stature, draped in thick chains interwoven with misfortune tentacles, piercing blood and flesh, with the snake body covered in scars.

He had no scales, yet was covered in rotting black feathers, his back sporting pitch-black, tattered wings. His head had two gouged-out hollow caves in place of eyes, which watched over everything. His feet stood upon the river of darkness, enveloped by the dueling field’s light pillar.

"Serpent Tribe?" Bob Chandler, still filming, could hardly believe his own eyes.

Although the Serpent Tribe had many branches, it seemed they were mostly mid-level or high-level Races. Only the Azure Sea Serpent Tribe appeared to be a top-level Race.

This guy didn’t match any of the Serpent Tribes, but the oppressive sensation he exuded was unbearably intense.

"That’s not the Serpent Tribe, it’s the Eternal Dark Feathered Snake Tribe. Your knowledge of ancient history and Alien Race history is too poor; go back and copy those two books ten times for me," said Evelyn Walker’s gentle voice, causing Bob Chandler to shiver, feeling as if he fell into an ice cellar.

Because those two books, even when laid sideways, were taller than him, and who would learn such things without any particular reason?

"Cousin, this will kill me... oh no, I mean, I love copying books. But how is the Eternal Dark Feathered Snake Tribe different from the average serpent?" Bob Chandler initially wanted to resist, but upon seeing those dark blue eyes, he promptly corrected himself.

"Because they are a Fantasy Species born in the Forbidden Zone of Life, the ’Eternal Dark Sea’, which doesn’t belong to the Multiracial side of the Abyss but is recorded in ancient history." Evelyn Walker nodded in satisfaction and explained with a smile: "The Eternal Dark Sea is situated beneath the Pure White Heaven; although it’s called a sea, it is actually an Ecological Realm of darkness established by a mysterious Great Existence.

Filled with dark tidal ecology, every moment is washed by tides of dark Energy congregating, where light does not exist. Even if it appeared, it would be swallowed instantly. One could not see their own hand in front of them, and even Mental Strength would be covered by the darkness.