My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1720 - 494: Mousie’s Ascension to God!? The Enemy of God is the Door Disciple! Confronting the Old Gods!_3

Chapter 1720: Chapter 494: Mousie’s Ascension to God!? The Enemy of God is the Door Disciple! Confronting the Old Gods!_3

This white is the white of the Pure White God!

"Evil demon, don’t think you can deceive me!" However, the Hundred-Eyed Angel quickly regained her composure and continued her attack.

Since it’s done, there will be no regrets.

"Holy Light of Revelation!"

Endless Holy Light envelops the sea, like a sea of milk, and strikes Gary Smith.

But the next second, all the pupils of her eyes suddenly contract, her gaze fixed on Gary Smith, or rather...

The Reincarnation Energy swirling around him!

The invincible Time forcibly exempted!

Unless acted upon by a Great Existence, he could endure a few seconds.

However, these few seconds, spell the death of the Hundred-Eyed Angel!

Just as the Hundred-Eyed Angel was about to retreat, Lara Smith suddenly sprang up, and slammed into her face fiercely, dazing her with the impact.

As a sister born from the same father and mother alongside the god of the netherworld in the Supreme Mother Goddess’s Palace, Lara Smith is naturally a born divine creature of extremely high Status Level.

Possessing an extremely resilient body.

It was in this brief moment, the Hundred-Eyed Angel was too slow to react, and with a "crack," her pure white body was pierced by the Sky Calamity Star Disaster Gun, forcibly shutting her in the dark room.

"My Lord... I... cannot kill the... Strong Enemy..." The Hundred-Eyed Angel coughs up blood, a wretched smile on her delicate young face, wishing to self-destruct, but Gary Smith seals her power first, gradually extinguishing her life force.

"Achievement of a gunman picking off an angelic loli from a Western fantasy novel accomplished, although there are some discrepancies, it’s more or less the same!" said the Door Disciple with a light chuckle, and at the same time, Little Spider defeated the Thousand-Legged Swordswoman.

The four main characters of the Ancient Book have all been defeated.

"Since there are winners, why can’t it be me?" Gary Smith thought simply, if everyone else could ascend to godhood, why couldn’t his own Pet Beasts?

Especially Mousie, maliciously accommodating endless Desire, possessed of the Indestructible Attribute, and of a high enough Status Level to not be distorted by the Power of Faith.

The perfect vessel for Ascension to God!

He has the Meadow at his disposal, able to assist and suppress.

Most importantly, directly merging with the character he admires, even though it’s into the stomach, it still counts as successful star chasing.

Tsk tsk tsk!

However, just as he was about to let Mousie absorb the Hundred-Eyed Angel and the Storm Shark Princess, suddenly, the world before him began to flicker like an old TV set’s snowy screen, constantly changing.

Even the four main characters in their hands showed surprise, apparently not expecting such a Change.

At this moment, countless scenes flashed by.

It included the initial part of the plot where the Elf Race was invaded, the naive Elven Girl stood up and defended her kingdom.

The Storm Shark Princess determinedly consumed the blood of the Wicked Dragon...

The Hundred-Eyed Angel yearned to spread her teachings...

Countless scenes flashed by, but one could feel that the main storyline revolved around the Elf Kingdom, the Elf Empress overcoming numerous trials and tribulations, gaining many adventures along the way.

All these were past plots, which Gary Smith watched with Mousie, but upon reflecting again, he found many details within the stories that he hadn’t noticed before.

For example... how could the Elven Princess become an Empress?

He hadn’t paid attention before, but now realized that in the plot, she had inherited the legacy of the Heavenly Dome Tree King, becoming the new Empress of the Elf Kingdom.

Upon defeating many Strong Enemies, she could ascend as the king, or even the one and only...

Spirit Race God!

But... why would the Elf Clan dare to fabricate a True King, without even a generation gap, pointing directly to the Heavenly Dome Tree King.

In any Race, this would be highly disrespectful.

Even if fictional, it’s like slapping the own Royal Family in the face.

Normally, the people wouldn’t dare to do such a thing.

Unless...

It was approved by the Royal Family or the True King of the Heavenly Dome themselves.

But why?

Pondering, Gary Smith revisited the plot of the Elven Princess, thoughts flashing through his mind, suddenly realizing...

This plot seems odd if set in the City of the Sky Summit, but it wouldn’t be strange if applied to the lives of many half-elves in the Dust.

Dust... Heaven’s Peak?

A bicameral reign should be a beautiful tale!

Why...

Why does Heaven’s Peak harbor such disgust for Dust?

Deep in thought, Gary Smith at this moment sees numerous plots from the Ancient Kingdom flashing by like a lantern show, like pages of a book being turned.

In the end, the climax at the ultimate confrontation.

But their images did not appear, even the sea and the Sky rapidly faded away until they vanished, and in the end, out of endless Darkness, only a magnificent, opulent Dark Golden Palace remained, formed of seven big circles surrounding the Central Hub.

A golden staircase emerged, landing before them, and with just a step across it to reach the Central Hub, the final ceremony for Ascension to God could be completed.

There, Gary Smith could clearly feel the surge of the Authority of the Gods, and also...

The endless Desire and the millions of years of accumulated desires of the Elf Race, including the wickedness of nature’s will.

Just by approaching, one could hear countless whispers.

Love and parting...

Meetings and hatred...

Unfulfilled yearnings...

The natural will bore all the suffering, unwillingness, and resentment from living beings, and even after being vented through the Elf Clan for endless years, it was still immense.

It was originally like a reservoir continually releasing water, able to maintain balance.

But at this moment, because of this divine Ascension plan, all of it accumulated here, presenting a malignant transformation, accelerating growth.

Yet under the suppression of the Authority, it maintained a fragile stability.

Countless resentments and desires, yearning but unable to approach, could only viciously watch Gary Smith and the others.

The Divine Rank, within an arm’s reach!