My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1379 - 396: Every Step is a Pilgrimage, Seeing the Saint is Not as Good as Bowing Before Me! _2

Chapter 1379: Chapter 396: Every Step is a Pilgrimage, Seeing the Saint is Not as Good as Bowing Before Me! _2

Only when needed would she lift her skirt, afterwards, she could put it down, and usually, it could hide a bunch of things, making it extremely functional.

But considering the reputation of her own tribe, she decided to remain silent.

After all, the old saying of the Human Clan was not wrong.

"He who knows the times is a true hero!"

If she were to confront monsters like Gary Smith, it would be easier to just commit suicide in advance, or why not just surrender now instead of waiting to plead for clemency when she returned to her clan?

"Are you kidding me!?"

Aboard the carriage of the Faceless Brotherhood, the Butcher stared at that massive Shadow, feeling a tingling sensation on his scalp.

Gary Smith had been getting stranger ever since they left The Secret Environment of the Desert Ant Tomb!

In the Great Bright Dragon Knight state, he was invisible, the Seat of the Fool, unanswerable, and now he even began devouring the beasts of Dark Sun directly.

It seemed like Gary Smith was the one truly aligned with the forces of the Evil God; they felt like mere small fry in comparison.

The Eighth Finger fell into silence, gazing at the Dark Sun Dragon, the "Ж" pattern on his mask lit up red, trembling as he extended his hand, and then... made a scissors gesture. Next to him, the White Porcelain converged, transforming into a chibi, tongue-sticking-out version of the Eighth Finger, who then cheekily spoke to the Dark Sun Dragon:

"Of course super delicious, recommended way to eat, turn into Eighth Finger sauce, then choose three-year-old black pig intestines, stuff and dry in the sun to make Eighth Finger QQ sausages, delicious and chewy, recommended to eat before meals, it can sweep away hunger, be yourself again..."

"Can you stop being insane!!" The Butcher couldn’t help but retort.

Although he did not know what Gary Smith was doing, he had fought him several times, and despite being overwhelmed in all encounters except their first, he knew very well...

Gary Smith never fought a battle he wasn’t confident of winning!

Instead of provoking him, it would be better to enter Daylight City sooner and seize the supreme Grace inside.

After winning, they could take care of him!

Steady, don’t be reckless!

"Indeed, there’s no need to say these things..." The one who spoke was the Ninth Finger, who had transformed into a child, nodding in agreement, which made the Butcher sigh in relief.

Indeed, when it came to the crucial moments, men were reliable!

Having just joined the Faceless Brotherhood and with low status, he had no say and feared that these thrill-seekers would recklessly hand the victory to Gary Smith.

However, the following words from the Ninth Finger twisted the expression beneath the Butcher’s mask!

"After all, why should only the Eighth Finger QQ sausages exist? The Nine Fingers QQ sausages are also great, they can even be made into chili sauce. Remember to make the packaging good-looking, ideally styled like a swallowtail coat, I can help design it!"

The Ninth Finger was not to be outdone, how could he miss such fun?

The Fourth Finger also chimed in, "Indeed, I also think making my own blood and flesh into a meaty paste won’t taste bad, it would have a bitter taste, thick like fine coffee, only those with true taste could appreciate it, and speaking of which, making into chocolate wouldn’t be a bad idea either."

"A dwarf and an old man, neither can match the taste of a youthful young girl!" the Eighth Finger said with disdain, making his own "Human Heart" duangduang.

"Youth? It could be old stock from god knows when," the Ninth Finger remarked darkly.

Then, the three of them started a vehement argument over whose body would taste better as meat paste, completely ignoring the dangerous Dark Sun Dragon in the distance, making the Butcher feel like vomiting blood.

Is this really what you guys care about???

He often felt out of place because he wasn’t mad enough, and if it hadn’t been for seeking the Benevolent Father, he wouldn’t have wanted to mingle with these madmen!

At this rate, he’d soon turn into literal Butcher sauce.

The Butcher wanted to say something more, but the Eighth Finger slapped his shoulder with a spirited laugh, saying, "Blood Wolf, we’ve already covered one-tenth of the path to sanctity, even if Gary Smith makes a move, it won’t matter, the gap in strength is there, it will be fine."

"I know, but can you stop jinxing us?" the Butcher reluctantly nodded, correcting him, "And my name is the Butcher, even before, you used to call me Blood Wolf."

"Really, Bloody Ox, you must be remembering wrong!" the Eighth Finger guffawed.

While they were talking, a Blood Colored Dragon Spear burst through, grasped by the Fourth Finger, feeling the savage Dragon Qi eroding his flesh and blood, he commented appreciatively:

"Such an imposing assault, it’s a pity..."

"It’s too fragile!"

As he finished speaking, he slightly exerted force, crushed the Dragon Spear, turning it into a scattering whirlwind.

This scene also steadied the Butcher’s heart somewhat.

Their side was far ahead in strength; even if Gary Smith became stronger, he couldn’t bridge such a vast gap in ranks.

"...hungry... so hungry..."

However, at that moment, the incarnation of Gary Smith as the Dark Sun Dragon felt the endless surging hunger from Eggy, making him increasingly irritable.

"Destroy!"

Gary Smith opened his huge mouth, and as he moved, the dragon’s eyes on his Dragon Body successively opened, the pupils spilling out the Radiant glow of the Dark Sun, converging in front of him.

Boom!

Finally, it transformed into a Dark Sun Dragon Qi light pillar, sweeping out.

Boom!

It instantly tore through the Void, where it passed, the Radiance was devoured, forming a pitch-black Abyss.

Secret technique—Dark Sun Dragon Breath!

Crack, crack, crack!

Where it passed, a vast number of beasts of the Dark Sun had no time to react, instantly shattered, turning into a sky of black mist.

Dragon Breath unwaveringly descended upon the carriage of the Faceless Brotherhood.

"What a noisy guy!"

Seeing this, the Fourth Finger raised an illusory hand, dark brown Spirit energy gathered, transforming into a mountainous mask.

On the face, densely packed with myriad features, continuously bulging as if the face was covered in acne, the expressions woeful yet carrying a strange sense of pity.