My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1415 - 407: Taboo Existence Reveals Itself! The Supreme Sun Merely Prey? A Single Phrase Slays the Dragon

Chapter 1415: Chapter 407: Taboo Existence Reveals Itself! The Supreme Sun Merely Prey? A Single Phrase Slays the Dragon

"How is that possible!?"

At this moment, whether it was the explorers inside the Solar Relic or the multiracial watchers outside, they all held their breath, their eyes filled with disbelief.

They never expected that the figure on the throne would turn out to be "Gary Smith"!

Boom!

The Star Light that enshrined the Star Phoenix Ancestor shattered in an instant, presenting a broken Starry River formation, and in the blink of an eye, it was repaired, but at this moment...

No one cared about his loss of composure.

Because there were others even more shocked than him, everywhere you looked!

Many giants even stood up, their eyes firmly locked on the figure within the screen.

"Wasn’t Gary Smith already mutated? How could he appear in the Daylight Royal Court?"

"Are you stupid? Even through the screen, I can feel the overwhelming king’s dignity. When has Gary Smith been crowned king? That is clearly his mysterious Ancient Monarch ancestor, the master of the Daylight Royal Court!"

"That makes sense, look closely, this face does seem a bit more mature, and those sun projections behind the throne, could it be... the King’s Dignity?"

"No wonder Yellow Fur was able to inherit the Law, it turns out this child is of the same lineage as his ancestor!"

"It’s a pity, Gary Smith was just a step away from meeting his ancestor, he might have even received a gift."

"Yes, falling just before ultimate victory, that’s truly frustrating."

"I have a feeling that the third finger is getting anxious, after all, she indirectly forced Gary Smith to mutate, leading to the death of his lineage!"

"But how did this Ancient Monarch’s bloodline get passed down? Could the creators of the ancient sun civilization have been part of the Human Species too? Or was it that they just genetically modified individual humans?"

"Who knows, let’s hope this Ancient Monarch is more approachable."

"..."

It was completely unexpected. Gary Smith and his ancestor resembled each other so closely, they were like the same flower blooming in different eras.

Had he not mutated outside the Daylight City,

they would have thought the Ancient Monarch used some technique, through the Law to scheme, to live a second life.

But now it was fairly clear, why none of Gary Smith’s paternal or maternal relatives inherited the Bloodline, yet Gary Smith possessed such terrifying Talent.

It turns out this fellow was like a genetic mutation, the blood returning to the ancestor to the Extreme, as though a high-energy reactor, coupled with the push from the Solar Relic, allowing him to accumulate all residual Laws and bloodlines into himself.

He had achieved the true...

Might makes right!

Even a legitimate descendant of the True King would not be able to accumulate to this extent, more like a youthful True King!

This title did not guarantee a hundred percent replica of the ancestor’s path to kingship, gathering the Crown—after all, the birth of the Law is a validation of one’s own path, and Talent, Strength, and opportunity are indispensable.

In this world, the throne is not obtained through inheritance but taken with one’s own hands.

But it was the highest compliment to be paid to a mortal being,

indicating Gary Smith possessed the potential to be crowned king!

"Genius is often met with envy!"

This discovery made many powerful humans sigh with regret; such an excellent "Evil Spirit," and always keeping the Human Clan and the Alliance in his heart.

Such a genuine core Seed of the Alliance, he could have become the future’s steering hand of the Alliance.

Now, however, he mutated alone within the Relic, how very solitary.

"If I could, I wish I could switch places with him. I’m just an ordinary man, and the Human Clan needs more ’Evil Spirits’ like him!"

An old soldier with graying temples sighed, expressing the sentiment of many.

Members of Noble Families might not agree, but those who had experienced hundreds of minor wars understood deeply the importance of the strong to a Race.

The Human Clan was not born strong,

someone always has to carry the burden so that the next generation might live in peace.

If they could exchange themselves for Gary Smith, that would be a tremendous gain indeed!

"Is this Gary Smith’s ancestor?"

The non-human factions looked on with fearful expressions, feeling glad that Gary Smith had not entered the Daylight Royal Court.

Otherwise, the already arrogant man, covered by the Ancient King’s Will, wouldn’t he have wiped out all non-human Trialists?

And with the Ancient King’s Will of the Daylight Royal Court still present,

how would they obtain the ancient Relic’s inheritance?

At the same time, inside Daylight City,

Boom!

As the voice fell, nine Sun Phantoms overlapped, forming a gigantic dark solar flame ring, encircling the majestic figure on the Throne.

He maintained a humanoid form, but at a hundred meters tall, like a Giant from myths, his mere seated presence brought a terrifying oppressiveness!

And although his face was young, it was enshrouded with an air of age, as if having crossed endless years, carrying the weariness and Decay of the Long Lifed Species.

Gulp!

Serena Martin lifted her slender neck, unable to help swallowing, as she looked up at the figure in the sky, feeling as if she were in a dream.

Unaware of the situation, she might have thought she had Summoned a projection of history...

Oh, no wait,

it should be a future self!

At this moment, she wanted to call out to pressure Humphrey Harris, to share her feelings.

Because she didn’t know, whether dragging out the Daylight Holy City was right or wrong.

Hazel Howlscream was confused, muttering, "Gary Smith’s ancestor, is the master of the Daylight Royal Court?"

At this moment, she fell into deep self-doubt.

"Am I seeing things?"

Willow Tennyson rubbed her eyes uncertaintly, thinking she was dreaming. The Ancient Monarch before her eyes, looked exactly like Gary Smith.

If not for the vast King’s Dignity and the aged aura that spanned endless years, she would have thought it was Gary Smith himself.

But once she was sure it wasn’t Gary Smith, Willow Tennyson felt disheartened, biting her lip, tears swirling in her eyes, sighing that the "Big Toy"... why couldn’t it have lasted until this point.