My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1511 - 434: Gary Smith: Why Need to Resurrect Ancestors, I Hold the Primitive Sun in My Hand_2

Chapter 1511: Chapter 434: Gary Smith: Why Need to Resurrect Ancestors, I Hold the Primitive Sun in My Hand_2

Wherever it passed, it was a heavenly disaster, and even a True King would have headaches facing a fully manifested Ancient Dragon.

Although this time’s Ancient Dragon was somewhat special, it still caused massive losses to the Alliance, and to this day, many powerful figures from both the Abyss City Alliance and the Border Alliance were still entangled, unable to return.

Fortunately, a Door Disciple appeared, otherwise if Abyss City fell, the entire border would be in chaos.

Thomas Brown asked, "What’s the situation now?"

"It’s not looking good, it’s still moving, and if this continues, it will get mixed up with what’s left of the Dream Eater Cult, after all, behind it is a Great Existence—the Eternal Master of Dreamland. Moreover, there’s something even more important..."

Slogan Taylor’s expression was grave, and he hesitated to speak, causing the atmosphere to suddenly tense.

Even a False King had to be this cautious.

Glug!

Elliot Pine couldn’t help but swallow his saliva, pricking up his ears, feeling he might be about to hear the truth of the world, and then he heard the other person say:

"How much legacy did the Dream Eater Cult actually leave behind? From the information I’ve got now... there are Dreamlands of a hundred-fold Time, countless High-Level Treasury Secret Realms, various ancient inheritances, even the authority of the Dreamland God is hidden among them.

The Dream Eater Cult really endured, when they were surrounded they didn’t make a sound, not using any of it, really tough..."

After all, Gary Smith’s first barrel of gold came from rituals involving the Dream Eater Cult’s beast eggs, namely Little Spider.

And while a rise in strength was understandable, his Pet Beast’s exceptionally skilled proficiency stirred various rumors from the outside world.

Every once in a while, the heritage of the Dream Eater Cult would explosively increase, and now it’s almost on par with a complete True King’s heritage.

"..." Elliot Pine faltered.

Brightness flickered over the large lightbulb head of Thomas Brown, who was silent for a moment, then said, "Gary Smith has arrived!"

"Your topic shift is too stiff, but a radiant perspective is really useful, covering everywhere there’s light, too bad you’re too serious, you’ve wasted this precious ability, cough cough..." Slogan Taylor snapped his fingers, raised his head and looked into the Void, exclaiming, "But these guys really know how to stir things up, and the kid has an even fiercer temper, not bearing even the slightest grievance, I’m curious how he’ll end this?"

"Heart harboring a sharp blade, intent to kill arises naturally," Thomas Brown said indifferently.

The path of Spiritual Power is also a path to verify oneself, if one couldn’t even navigate one’s thoughts clearly, they would eventually drown in the Mother River.

Martin Pine, scratching his head frantically on the side, although knowing they were talking about Gary Smith, had no idea what had happened and was too embarrassed to leave.

Luckily, in the Void, pure white radiance converged to form a screen, reflecting the scene outside...

Such a commotion naturally attracted the attention of the powerful stationed by the Border Alliance.

Powerful auras converged in the Void, including Giants and Ecological Lords, initially thinking it was the Alien Race stirring trouble, but their gaze paused upon seeing Gary Smith.

How...is it this kid again?

Everyone’s thoughts turned, choosing to silently observe for the time being.

After all, whoever acted now would be met with mud slung by this moral beacon.

Not detrimental, but nauseating.

"You’re slandering me!"

Slogan Taylor bellowed with all his might; he was willing to be the vanguard for profits, but if branded as a spy,

even if it was just rumors, it was enough to give Gary Smith a reason to kill him.

From intentional attack...it turned into excessive enforcement!

Even if he really died, it might still be a miscarriage of justice!

"Gary Smith, could there be a misunderstanding?" At this time, a few other Legion commanders also came up, hoping to help mediate.

"How could there be a misunderstanding? This guy verified my identity and still tried to approach, intending to attack a superior, clearly being assigned by the Multiracial." Gary Smith spoke righteously.

Everyone looked confused.

Since when did you become a superior?

They, as Battle Group Leaders, had only military senior commanders, generals, marshals, and positions like the vice-chairman of the Alliance Headquarters and various Great Domain divisions above them.

But Gary Smith didn’t match any of those roles, even if he was the top graduate from Imperial Capital University, entering the military ranks as a Legion Commander was only at their level.

Could it be another case of brash boasting? Or perhaps a semantic trick?

Seeing the doubtful looks of everyone, Gary Smith lightly said:

"It’s not because I’m a descendant of the Daylight Civilization king’s bloodline, whose ancestors saved the world twice, that I am treated differently. I detest those who constantly flaunt their ancestral glory. That guy from the Star Clan, why are you moving back with no sarcastic remarks, and even starting to run? You don’t look like a noble of the Star Clan at all.

I would not collect a ’sun tax’ just because the Daylight King saved the Sun and allowed your ancestors to survive.

Nor would I feel that everyone should thank me just because my ancestor repelled the Mother of Twilight and rescued the Borderland, feeling that everyone owes the Daylight Civilization a life. After all, the Daylight Clan has always taught me to shine on all beings like the sun."

...

Everyone was silent, and many were silently counting... how many times had this guy mentioned the Daylight Civilization.

The key was they truly had no grounds to refute, as the Daylight Civilization indeed was the benefactor of all beings in the Main World.

If it were simply part of history, it wouldn’t matter, at most another commemoration day would be added, not really considering those wanting to return the favor without sufficient strength.

But...

Although the Daylight Clan had entered into the River of History, relying on the Ashen Skyship, they held True King Level combat power. If they succeeded in rescuing the nine Ancient Elders within the Supreme Sun, then it would be ten days across the sky.

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