My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1536 - 440: The Main World Shakes! The Fear of the Multiracial! The Flower of Ten Thousand Laws Obtained!_3

Chapter 1536: Chapter 440: The Main World Shakes! The Fear of the Multiracial! The Flower of Ten Thousand Laws Obtained!_3

"Storm King Dragon, he really didn’t die!"

Gary Smith saw this piece of information and his gaze sharpened, unsurprised by it.

Because according to the feedback from the Eye of Truth, although the God of Madness was a rather peculiar hidden existence, he bore no malice towards life, or rather...

Spreading the seeds of madness and letting life evolve through insanity was his way of exercising authority.

Hence, the birth of the secret realm of the Mad Highlands, but apart from low-level creatures like Mad Blood Hounds that couldn’t survive and fled, the truly big creatures rarely ventured out to attack living beings.

It could thus be seen that the God of Madness’s aggressiveness wasn’t strong; he was a pure Life Element Evil God.

"So the question arises, why did the Storm King Dragon enter the Mad Highlands, and why did it excavate its own Extraordinary Organ?"

Gary Smith shared this piece of information with his Pet Beasts and raised the question, but he didn’t reveal any information related to the Eye of Truth, nor explain how he knew.

Little Spider and the others never asked, or rather, they took it as common knowledge that their master was omnipotent. They began to seriously ponder the question and came up with their own answers.

"The Storm King Dragon intends to devour the seeds of madness closest to the Great Existence to evolve," Mousie’s guess was conventional and fit the stereotype.

"The Storm King Dragon discovered a problem with the storm path and is using the life force of the madness seeds to change paths," Little Spider answered after pondering, leaning towards conspiracy theories.

Red Rabbit nodded in agreement, giving almost the same answer.

Paper Knight pondered, "The Storm King Dragon might have experienced a great battle or failed to advance to a True King, leading to Spiritual Contamination of the Extraordinary Organ by the Mother River; it had no choice but to remove it."

The Mouse Incarnations also came up with an answer: "The Storm King Dragon has gone mad!"

Gary Smith turned his gaze to Eggy, the Mythical Dragon that had inherited the legacy of the Deep Red Hundred-Eyed Dragon King and mastered the path of reincarnation, knowing more.

Gurgle gurgle!

Eggy raised its Dragon Head proudly, its hundred eyes slowly opening and rotating, finally fixing on the space Above the Heavenly Dome. Its gaze was profound. It didn’t speak directly but conveyed a mental message to Gary Smith:

"It wants to metamorphose into an Ancient Dragon!"

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In the Outer World, as the Earth Vein tremors ended, the Beastmasters of the five legions, panting and exhausted from rest, suddenly saw the storm encircling the swamp dissipating and immediately went on high alert.

"Is it over?"

Their gaze was vigilant, for the recent commotion indicated that the creature inside was also struggling.

Could Gary Smith... really win?

Quickly, they removed the question mark.

As the storm cleared, the swamp within their sight had transformed from a densely water-netted marsh into a vast, parched land exposed to consecutive blistering droughts.

"This is..."

Their faces showed shock, and many who had visited the swamp before found it hard to reconcile these ash-covered ruins with their memories of the once flourishing city.

Even the legions, Cloud Lion and Silent Skyhawk, looking down from above, could see the remains of countless twisted ash shadows of the Deer Snail Tribe shape.

Even hints of terror could be seen!

It was evident what horrors they must have witnessed before their death!

Shortly after, they saw through the enormous Void Rift a majestic and mysterious Dragon of Hundred Eyes and Gary Smith, dressed as a grand general, with his back to them.

Without uttering a word, he made them subconsciously hold their breath, sensing an indescribable majesty.

They had actually... annihilated the entire clan!

And with such a commotion in the swamp, sealed off by five legions, it naturally attracted the attention of the other "Outpost Nation" rulers.

However, upon seeing the tragic state of the swamp, they held their breath, not knowing what had transpired, assuming...

The Human Clan is turning against their Alien Race allies!

Are they truly divinely indifferent?

The Legion Commanders were also weighed down with a solemn gaze, uncertain of how Gary Smith would handle the situation.

For all they knew, this might lead to quite a few rebellious disputes.

Yet, Gary Smith had no intention of explaining but merely turned toward the five great legions on the ground and commanded,

"The aftermath and collection of treasures will be left to you. Don’t forget to hand over the ten percent belonging to the Alliance, the rest you may divide among yourselves."

"Then where are you heading, General?" Jayden Chenlake quickly asked, for fear that this man would continue his slaughter in other nations and cause premature panic.

"I have something more important to do."

Gary Smith stated indifferently, stretching out his hand and clutching at the Void.

Boom!

Sixty-eight arms of the Heavenly Dragon Tree intertwined to form a giant hand of radiance, bursting out in terrifying suction.

Rumble rumble!

Accompanying the violent thunder and earthquake, in the center of the pattern outlined by the thirteen cities of the Deer Snail Tribe, the location of Ancient Snail City shattered loudly, countless buildings turned into ash, revealing a bottomless pit.

From within, a massive glass dome was forcefully pulled out.

But, upon closer inspection, it became clear that it was a special Treasure formed by the stitched together Beast Master Space of thousands of Human Beast Masters who had their souls stripped away.

This scene made the eyes of the five legions turn red, and Jayden Chenlake roared lowly, "The Deer Snail Tribe, unworthy of sympathy!"

Beast Master Space, connected to the BeastMaster’s soul, would shatter after death.

Even those of the Morning Star Level and above would do the same; the secret realms of the Crimson Dragon Tribe were transformed into inheritance relics by using special Small Dimensions.

They also lost the various effects of Beast Master Space!

To separate a Beast Master Space, the BeastMaster would need to be alive and then have it brutally torn from their spirit, the intense agony of which could not be avoided even in unconsciousness.

Moreover, the stripped Beast Master Space would not retain the contract’s powers and was mostly used for scent shielding and sacrifices.