My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1422 - 409: Stealing the Power of the Great Existence! Shocking Turnaround! Sun Ascendant!_2

Chapter 1422: Chapter 409: Stealing the Power of the Great Existence! Shocking Turnaround! Sun Ascendant!_2

But Saints either do not go mad or once they do... their danger far exceeds that of a tyrant.

Their desired goals simply shift from wealth and honor to ascending to godhood, becoming kings, or creating a world of their own liking!

Only those who dare to play games with Great Existences are the very top thinkers, possessing absolute confidence.

Once they fail, it’s the entire Civilization that pays the price!

Especially since the Collector, a Taboo Existence, acts as the puppet master behind the scenes, having already sealed the sun civilization’s fate of doom.

Simple destruction is trivial for It, but since It has not done so, it implies that It seeks more.

For instance... only a civilization that falls at the height of its splendor counts as the Perfect collectible!

And the sun underfoot is very likely the ultimate product of this civilization, touching upon the secrets of the Sun Path.

Combined with that mysterious ritual, it may be transformed into a False King of the Sun Path, or even a True King!

Thinking of this, the Surroundings became filled with heavy breathing.

"But how are we supposed to get there?"

Timb Slow spoke softly, his gaze serene.

Like a bucket of cold water, it instantly quenched everyone’s enthusiasm.

Indeed,

once the Ashen Path is uncovered, even with "Beast Shells," one would instantly be turned to ashes.

Even the Ecological Lords would meet their demise.

And after getting close, how to avoid being scorched and manage to feed on Radiance was another problem.

Everyone’s eyes turned to the figure on the Throne.

The latter indifferently said, "For methods of exploration, you might as well ask yourselves rather than me."

"..."

Everyone was itching with frustration inside, this fellow was truly like pulling milk from a cow, squeezing out a little with every question.

Gary Smith’s personality was indeed cut from the same mold as his Ancestors’.

The key was, facing Gary Smith, they could still lose their tempers and curse, but confronting the remaining will of the Ancient Monarch, if they dared show disrespect...

They’d definitely be slapped to death!

Once they become crowned kings, they must act so daringly, forcing others to watch their attitude!

However, with the hint, people’s eyes focused on Serena Martin and others.

Different from their own displayed Radiant Beast’s Shells, due to the Dark Sun Observer Number’s special nature, the Dark Sun Beast Shell also inherited the ability to devour Radiance.

If they could extinguish the sun, could they not lower the temperature and approach to consume it?

The more everyone thought about it, the more they found this theory plausible, relieved that Gary Smith had perished early. Except for one who hitched a ride as a Dark Witch, all the slots on the Dark Sun Observer Number belonged to the Human Clan.

A huge disadvantage!

It’s now too late to regret not purchasing a slot. Controlling Serena Martin, Evelyn Walker, and others was nearly impossible.

After all, the number of powerful beings in the Human Clan would never allow them to act freely; if they really came to blows,

the fish might die, but the net might not break.

And so, the gazes of various Royal Highnesses and Alien giants all converged on this Woman.

It appeared she came from the land under the rule of the True King of the Saint Prison Kingdom. The youngest offspring of the Saint Prison True King, having surpassed three hundred years of age, could not participate in the Multiracial Platform competition.

Although many geniuses from races affiliated with the Saint Prison Kingdom were sent out, they all ended up as consumables for the Seat of the Fool outside, annihilated by the Paper Knight.

The Dark Witch was now the last Sapling!

"Cursed Jade, right? I remember you belong to an Alien Race affiliated with the nation of Heavenly Curses. Although you’re not my subject, coming to the Slow Kingdom would entitle you to pick any two Top Level Secret Realms to serve as the Dark Witch Tribe’s base," said Timb Slow who spoke.

Despite his disdain for the weak Race individuals deep down, he wasn’t foolish enough to threaten her. This would only force her into the arms of others, so he resorted to bribery.

"The worlds of Yānjìe Kingdom and Saint Prison Kingdom have been allies for thousands of years, and we can provide large numbers of excellent individuals for the Dark Witch Tribe to prosper and multiply!"

Azure Clouds, now mostly repaired, said gruffly, "Whatever terms other kingdoms offer, our Age Calamity Kingdom will match."

"We of the Tainted Wish Kingdom can do the same!" Qingyuan spoke with a cold gaze.

Since he failed to protect the Royal Highness, he needed more merit to make up for the error so that he wouldn’t implicate his entire Race.

"..."

Facing everyone’s bidding, Cursed Jade was overwhelmed by the attention.

Ordinarily, she probably wouldn’t even qualify to catch these Highnesses’ eyes, yet now she had become a sought-after commodity, able to reap significant benefits with just a nod of her head.

And all of this was because of that miraculous man, having latched onto a powerful support.

This thought made her feel regretful.

Such an excellent man had mutated without leaving a Seed behind, truly a pity.

Though these offers were tempting, Cursed Jade made her decision quickly.

None of them!

After all, she was part of the Saint Prison Kingdom’s affiliated Race, and accepting terms from other kingdoms would amount to betrayal.

What good is treasure if you’re dead to enjoy it!

But she couldn’t stay on the Human side either; otherwise, the Dark Witch Race would face extinction, so she had no choice but to return to the Camp of Multiracial, offering aid willingly.

The cost was an inheritance of knowledge about Magic Potion, which she wanted to imprint a copy of. If not available, then many Royal Clans must offer this as compensation.

Non-human factions supported this!

Even the Human Camp had no objections, as they controlled eight slots, holding a significant advantage. There was no need to fall out with each other before securing the final inheritance.

On the Throne, Gary Smith just watched quietly as everyone schemed and jostled, his gaze lofty as though watching ants struggle.