My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1382 - 397: Sun Apostle Gary Smith! Steamrolls the Faceless Brotherhood! The Terrifying Beast Form!

Chapter 1382: Chapter 397: Sun Apostle Gary Smith! Steamrolls the Faceless Brotherhood! The Terrifying Beast Form!

Boom!

At this moment, the brilliance around the Dice of Suffering dimmed, like a collapsing black hole, greedily devouring endless light.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Six faces emitted painful wails, darkness seeped from their seven orifices, their features gradually twisted, and then a loud bang resonated.

Thud!

At this moment, the brilliance of the nearby Sacred Path was forcibly peeled away, and even the Pyramid of Light began to weather. Countless ashes drifted toward the Face of Suffering, forming a dark ring of the sun.

The world became dark,

All sounds were lost!

The entire path began to shake violently!

"What is this guy doing?"

"Damn, damn, damn, I don’t want to die yet!"

"Shit, never again explore a relic with a Mysterious Realm Novice!"

"Can we really make it alive to the other shore?"

"..."

Countless geniuses, their scalps tingling, frantically fled forward, even facing the impure Spiritual Beasts of the Turbid Sun within their bodies, they chose to break through forcefully.

Their only hope was to enter Daylight City!

"Damn it!" Crossing Disaster Grand Jupiter looked at the huge shadow in the distance, his eyes about to crack.

The opponent was merely a descendant of a fallen Ancient King, why...

Why was it him, a descendant of the True King, who had to flee?

"Your Highness, we don’t have much time left," Azure Clouds reminded him. "His Majesty said that as long as we succeed, the suffering is just an embellishment."

Crossing Disaster Grand Jupiter nodded, regaining his composure.

Now, Gary Smith was holding off the Faceless Brotherhood, providing them the best opportunity to enter Daylight City and seize the grace of the Sun!

"Damn humans!" Timb Slow’s gaze was icy cold. Relying on the slow power, he slowed down many beasts of the Turbid Sun and shattered them before moving through.

Smith Davies and others were also speeding up, trying to be the first to enter Daylight City.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

However, the shaking did not stop; it became faster. The Dice of Suffering was enveloped in massive dark Spiritual Power, constantly compressing, simulating the rhythm of life, seemingly undergoing some unknown transformation.

"Adding scenes recklessly is a big taboo for actors!"

The calm voice of the Fourth Finger rang out, and around parts of the body torn by the power of the Dark Sun, an array of miserable masks emerged, quickly piling up, repairing in the blink of an eye.

’Skin-Peeling Technique—The Face of My Suffering!’

Pale like dead skin, vague faces appeared, but quickly buried themselves in blood and flesh, unimaginable...

What kind of monster was lurking beneath those tattered robes and masks?

Click click click!

The Fourth Finger looked not far away, the "black hole" core center’s Suffering Pomelo, its surface unable to bear the load, cracked open revealing countless Dragon’s Eyes that constantly writhed and watched everything.

Proud, profound, like an Ancient Dragon looking down on humanity,

The Fourth Finger felt a long-lost fear and excitement.

The situation had once again spiraled out of control, truly...

So interesting!

If it were in the outer world, the Fourth Finger would be interested in playing slowly with the opponent, but now, he only wanted to prepare for the grand drama that was about to unfold.

That was their offering to the Main World, to the Faceless God—a grand spectacle!

"Gary Smith, you are indeed an excellent human who brings pleasure. It’s a pity, today there’s no time..."

The Fourth Finger didn’t know what Gary Smith intended to do and didn’t want to ask because he wasn’t the kind of fool who just watched the opponent use their bottom card.

He lifted his finger, lightly tapping the Void.

Buzz!

Endless miserable Spiritual Power gathered, turning into thousands of miserable masks, continuously piling up, forming a mountain covered with faces of suffering. Their mouths opened and closed, uttering:

"Pain... It hurts so much..."

"Who will save me... I offer him my blood and flesh..."

"Why... Why don’t you bear the pain..."

"The cry of a baby comes from fear and pain... Opening the source of everything... Return to pain..."

"..."

Countless voices overlapped into a strange whisper, ancient and obscure mask patterns emerged, constantly strengthening the seal of the Dice of Suffering.

Skin-Peeling Technique: Secret Technique - Demon Face Mountain!

Using vast miserable emotions to distort reason, eroding various desires, and ultimately, the targets could even lose their survival instincts and choose to self-destruct.

Attempting to suppress Gary Smith’s abnormality.

However, at the moment he was about to smash the mountain down, a slash of silver Light Wings came, the space hardened by the Void Ghost Mask injections of great medicine, dissolved quickly like slicing through a candle.

Crack!

In the moment of slashing through Demon Face Mountain, it was blocked by an even larger suffering Demon Face Mask, revealing an enormous slash mark, cracking apart on both sides.

"Get out of the way!"

The speaker was Hazel Howlscream, silver light flowing in her eyes, already stepping onto the Sacred Path.

Many more giants from the Human Camp also wanted to support, but a third of them were fighting to enter Daylight City, then watched closely by the non-human giants, not giving them a chance.

The idea on the other side was simple, let Gary Smith and the Faceless Brotherhood fight each other, preferably both perishing.

After all, carrying this timed bomb in the relic made them feel too insecure.

The remaining third of giants, because...

"If you want to pass, step over my corpse first!"

Green Resentment already stood in front of the Sacred Path, his Destruction Blue Feathers becoming increasingly dim, nearly corporeal chaotic Spiritual Power surged, ready to transform at any moment, dragging the Human Camp to death.