My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1649 - 472: Mousie’s Law! Gary Smith, the Saint of the Abyss!_2

Chapter 1649: Chapter 472: Mousie’s Law! Gary Smith, the Saint of the Abyss!_2

"Between life and death." The Black Knight looked surprised; as the wielder of balancing power, it recognized this ability at first glance.

Among the Seven Great Royal Trees, only the descendants of the Netherworld Royal Tree are the hardest to capture, for they can escape whenever they sense danger, using the Nether Crossing Ark as their ship and the Stygian River as the sea, traveling between life and death, crossing the void, it’s a top-tier skill for preserving one’s life.

If it were not the Abyss Ghost Tree using itself as bait, getting close to the adversary, it wouldn’t have been possible to succeed in devouring.

Despicable, but a necessity on the road to success.

Just as the Abyss Ghost Tree thought it could escape safely, it saw the outer edges of the world covered with layers of deep crimson spider silk, blanketing the void.

Turning its head, it caught sight of the ancient demon spider, Little Spider’s incarnation, slowly weaving everything with its hands, enveloping everything.

Silk Technique—Heaven-Earth Net!

"Charge through it!"

Determined, the Abyss Ghost Tree thought it would pierce through the spiderweb, but instead, the deep crimson silk burst forth with radiance, Law Power shimmered, and it conjured a doll identical to the Nether Crossing Ark and the Abyss Ghost Tree, sticking it onto the spider silk.

Virtual Weaving Sky Law—Destiny’s Doll!

Utilizing the power of Virtual Weaving Sky to weave a fleeting, illusory destiny and then make it a reality.

The next second, a similar fate befell the Abyss Ghost Tree directly, entangled and tightly bound by the crimson net’s spider silk, excruciating pain enveloping its body. But more unbelievably, its power of Nether Crossing...

Had been shattered!

"Ying!"

Little Spider remained calm, having wrapped not merely skills but also greatly improved to a high level of proficiency with the core, Law Power.

Besides, at home, she had a Mousie who often sneaked onto the Nether Crossing Ark to steal food, much more cunning than the Abyss Ghost Tree, so she had long developed plenty of experience.

Way ahead of the version!

"What’s going on!?"

Mousie, transformed into a black-red dragon ant, felt a chill down its spine when it saw this scene, feeling like sister Spider was killing the chicken to warn the monkeys.

Hinting to itself to stay in line!

It wasn’t the spider silk’s power, but that doll.

Although Mouse Medicine had run out, it had caught a fleeting glimpse in the Void Treasure Chest days ago of a doll identical to itself, awkwardly lying in a corner.

Maybe Mousie’s recent ambitions have become too grand, attracting sister Spider’s displeasure, who may have already started dealing with its doll avatar behind the scenes.

Just when Mousie was recently complaining of a stiff back and aching loins, maybe the pain inflicted on the doll was reflecting back in reality.

Wuwuwu, sister Spider is so terrifying!

While Mousie was conjecturing wildly, the Abyss Ghost Tree had come to understand its plight and sneered:

"If you have the guts, kill me..."

Crack!

Before it finished speaking, it was stabbed through by the Paper Knight’s Sword of Darkness.

Staring at the bewildered Abyss Ghost Tree, the Paper Knight nodded, indicating it always adhered to Knightly Virtue and loved to help others.

The Abyss Ghost Tree watched its own dying body, its gaze filled with despair...

However, Mousie, transformed into the Abyss War Demon, exposed it: "Stop pretending already, will you? You’re clearly just a decoy body formed by a Ghost Tree fruit. Acting just like the real deal, I can almost smell the stench of your schemes all over."

To perform such a plot in front of him, self-styled as Denis Stewart·Red King Rat, was utterly ludicrous, wasn’t it?

Especially since the other party’s Karma was still connected to other dimensions, indicating that its main body was not present.

This guy was indeed cautious enough, and others might really be fooled.

Too bad,

All these tricks are what Mousie played and tired of!

"Who exactly are you?" The Abyss Ghost Tree looked shocked, but Mousie did not respond, just sneered.

Calmly it smiled and said, "What does it matter if you’ve found out? You can’t kill me anyway. Sooner or later, you will face the complete me."

A Tree of Death that even deities would fear!

"So what do you think Our King is waiting for?" The Paper Knight said indifferently, causing the Abyss Ghost Tree’s smile to freeze instantly.

It lifted its head subconsciously, only to see endless Deep Crimson Power cascading down from Above the Heavenly Dome. Thousands of Root Tendrils spreading forth, the huge Red Eroding King Tree corroding the exterior layer of the world, taking the form of shadows that gnaw at everything, causing countless people to tremble.

Root tendrils spread out, forming into a gruesome throne interwoven with seven blood-colored stone spears. Atop it sat a figure clad in Kirin Demon Armor, confidently occupying the seat, with a stunningly beautiful White-haired Succubus lying in its arms, affectionately leaning against him, alluring with each movement, her delicate jade feet lightly swaying.

Even though her movements were a bit stiff, in the face of such immense terror, nobody noticed.

Because those "Ancient Demons" that had appeared, bowed their heads to him, saying reverently in the ancient demonic tongue:

"Praise the Deep Crimson, praise Our King!"

"Don’t be so nervous." Through Psychic Perception, Gary Smith soothed the Rose of the Crimson Moon in his embrace.

Rose of the Crimson Moon buried her Head in his doubt, her face already flushed with anger, not shyness, because of her irritation.

This wretched man, although his tone was very gentle, could he please remove his hand from her buttocks before speaking and stop pinching.

It’s not a sponge, squeezing won’t yield more water!

And still playacting as a good guy, if not for the crowd, she’d definitely have to bite him!

Rose of the Crimson Moon, even amidst her indignation, found a reason not to bite Gary Smith.

Gary Smith, on the other hand, felt nothing wrong, content with the Succubus in his hand, his mood was great, honestly never having anticipated...

Someone would deliver a feast so conveniently.

Although he had disguised himself using Mousie, in a place like the three-digit dimensions covered by Abyssal Will, suddenly covering it in a layer of Shadow.