My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1412 - 406: Gary Smith, the Incarnation of the Ancient Monarch! The Multiracial Clans are shaken!

Chapter 1412: Chapter 406: Gary Smith, the Incarnation of the Ancient Monarch! The Multiracial Clans are shaken!

"The Ash King? Could it be an ancient monarch from an ancient civilization?"

Autumn Martin pondered, turning her head to glance at the now-vanished Silver Portal, her gaze gentlemanly.

Could Gary Smith, who was so cautious, really be dead?

After entering a rational state, Autumn Martin began to speculate wildly; logically, with Gary’s character, he wouldn’t be this impulsive.

But she had witnessed the abnormality with her own eyes; it couldn’t be fake...

Yet if he wasn’t dead, how would Gary break the game?

Autumn couldn’t figure it out and could only push these thoughts to the back of her mind, then relay the information to the elites of the Human Camp.

"Ashes, is this a title condensed from the Sun Path?"

"I have a bad feeling. The entire Daylight City has turned to ashes, maintaining an endless cycle of ash. Could it be the work of the chief culprit who eradicated the ancient civilization?"

"Damn, it’s possible. If they could extinguish an ancient civilization, how can we possibly fight back? Only the True Kings might stand a chance when they arrive."

"From what I know about the spiritual power of relics, generally speaking, they would not create death-bound challenges. It’s very likely that it’s been trapped and weakened over the long eons; however, external forces are needed to kill it. Only then can we inherit the legacy of the ancient civilization."

"That makes sense with evidence. But what if it doesn’t follow common sense?"

"We’ll be eaten."

"Don’t scare ourselves; it’s quite normal for the Sun to turn things to ashes. And since we’ve entered the interior of Daylight City, the fact that we haven’t been slapped to death indicates that the other party might have been sealed or fallen into hibernation, with at most remnants of laws or will."

"It could also be some kind of ancient magical puppet!"

"..."

Everyone discussed fervently. Though they tried to reassure each other with their words, they began to look more somber.

They had anticipated this, that a Solar Relic that could stop the True Kings would likely have an ancient monarch.

But knowing... and facing it personally, were concepts worlds apart.

Even if long passed on, a king is still a king.

They were once the tyrants at the pinnacle of the mortal world, wielding the power to rewrite the world, and not even the passage of time could erase their majesty.

Even the remnant of a single law was a force beyond the reach of ordinary beings!

And it lay within the Central Royal Court of Daylight City; even a wisp of will could be much more powerful than the residual strength of an ordinary ancient monarch.

It wouldn’t be strange to encounter the big ones that could crush Ecological Lords with a flick of their fingers!

’If only Gary Smith were still around!’

The group sadly realized that if Yellow Fur were here, this challenge wouldn’t be so difficult.

Not because of the abnormal strength Gary gained after his transformation, although it was part of the reason, but more so because he possessed the Coffin of Restraint, capable of countering unclaimed laws.

A tribulation born from attribute supremacy!

Alas...

Now it all remained outside of Daylight City.

Not to mention that they couldn’t leave now, even if they did, they would be crushed by a wholly transformed Gary Smith.

Their pillar had become the ultimate Grand Boss!

Hazel Howlscream, seeing the hesitancy of the group, spoke out to remind them, "These mysterious ballads only mentioned going to see the Ash King; they didn’t necessarily imply battle would ensue. It could be other tests. And besides..."

"Do we have a choice?"

The path of exploring relics was clear: not advancing meant death.

Wesley Chenlake agreed, "Indeed, with the Alien side receiving help from the Third Finger, they’ve probably discovered this secret too. We need to hurry and, moreover, these ashes might have other uses."

Everyone nodded, no longer hesitant, activating the beast-shaped outer shell provided by the Sun Chariot Imprint and enveloping themselves with it.

Then they stepped onto the path leading into Daylight City.

Even a few steps forward didn’t invite any attacks; they could only feel the temperature of the surrounding shell rise. If they stayed too long, it likely would melt and drip onto them.

As if walking through an invisible furnace!

They began to search for the ash figures on the path, shattering them and coating themselves thickly, quickly lowering the temperature.

And these ash figures did not replenish, permanently disappearing.

This confirmed for everyone that ashes were indeed the pass to traverse Daylight City, so they started to collect them rapidly.

After all, Human Beast Masters are inherently afraid of insufficient firepower:

Buzz!

With a vast amount of ash clinging to them, the originally radiant beast-shaped shell became increasingly substantial and even began showing signs of life, sprouting ash limbs and tentacles that moved in their place.

Growing more and more like a wild beast!

And the more Sun White Horses one had when entering the relic, the more refined the beast’s shape, with various limbs and blazing rings appearing, like the difference between common beasts and elites.

As for Bob Chandler and others aboard the Dark Sun Observer Number, their shell resembled the dark Sun Attribute’s malign eyes, naturally fierce with their rings blazing even more fiercely than those of others gathered around collecting heaps of ashes.

It could be considered a Boss template!

Making others envious; had they known, they would have bought a spot too.

Crack crack crack!

As they hunted the ash figures in excess, these figures paused and turned their heads.

"We’re in trouble!"

Just as the group thought they had triggered some mechanism and were preparing to retreat, there was no reaction; the figures just silently observed the humans.

Despite having no eyes or facial features, they exuded a sense of indifferent scrutiny.

Wesley Chenlake hesitated for a moment, then destroyed an ash figure, extracting its ashes without causing any change. The others too built up the courage to continue the harvest.

"Are they... really void of life?" Willow Tennyson murmured softly, watching the scene unfold, feeling something amiss.