My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1741 - 500: Sort Out Gains! Everyone Promoted! Meadow Evolution!_2

Chapter 1741: Chapter 500: Sort Out Gains! Everyone Promoted! Meadow Evolution!_2

She... has been tricked!

The Chaotic Spirit God Fiend said in a hoarse voice: "I fused with the remnants of Elfhame’s soul. With your wisdom, you shouldn’t have been able to tell that she only pretended... just to make you live..."

"Oh, I know." Before the Chaotic Spirit God Fiend could finish, the Heavenly Dome Tree King interrupted.

The Chaotic Spirit God Fiend was momentarily at a loss for words and wanted to continue speaking, but suddenly felt a piercing pain deep within her soul. On her face grew a visage that belonged to Elfhame, who smiled and said:

"So, from now on, we’ll live together forever."

Though smiling, her emotions were utterly devoid of fluctuation—like an intricately crafted puppet.

A multitude of Pureblood Elves turned their eyes toward her, smiling as they watched.

"This is..."

At that moment, the Chaotic Spirit God Fiend suddenly realized something was amiss; her original memories of the Heavenly Dome Tree King were beginning to fill in with more details.

In the fragmented scenes, the young man standing upon the corpses of his clansmen bore a face that, like a burning candle, began to melt, revealing the visage of a little girl beneath.

She murmured, "Father, Mother, let’s go home."

The one being safeguarded was a little girl.

Because at that moment, it happened to be nighttime. She raised her head to gaze at the resplendent starry sky as if seeing the stars shedding tears for her, thus naming herself...

Heristasha.

She was what the Spirit Race had dreamed of—a prototype of a supreme Spirit Fiend. She possessed the ability to fuse countless individual desires. On the day of her clan’s extinction, she fused with her mother, father, and countless other clanspeople, becoming a unique embodiment of desire.

In her memories, she ascended as a True King, slaughtered all her enemies, and then voluntarily severed the core Law, thereby birthing...

The Heavenly Dome Tree King and the Dust Moon True King!

She simulated a family for herself, while she became the third facet of Law comprehension, in pursuit of her opportunity to ascend to True King Peak.

But falsehood... remains falsehood.

She could not imagine a beautiful family, thus fell into a state of bewilderment, unable to recognize herself.

Without interference from the Door Disciple, amidst the Chaotic Spirit God Fiend’s ascension to godhood, her remnants would resurface their own memories and seize the fruits of godhood.

And there was a high likelihood of success!

The Elf Queen gently stroked the pale-faced Chaotic Spirit God Fiend’s cheek while smiling softly and said:

"But as a reward for bringing back my mother, from now on..."

"Fuse with me!"

"No!!!!"

Ignoring the Chaotic Spirit God Fiend’s struggles, she forcibly fused the Heavenly Dome Tree King, the Chaotic Spirit God Fiend, and her mother Elfhame into one.

She ultimately transformed into a being with dark purple curved horns, four arms, a fish tail, and a beautiful visage—a unique lifeform with dark purple hair cascading to her waist, concealing a multitude of life faces.

Among them were the Heavenly Dome Tree King, the Chaotic Spirit God Fiend, Elfhame, and many others.

Such a fiery figure no longer differentiated by gender.

"The shackles of the world are but dreams; formless, faceless, without self!"

"Having fused with the Chaotic Spirit God Fiend, I am truly a supreme Spirit Race being now. I can absorb the desires of all beings for growth. Though I have no chance of godhood ascension, achieving True King Peak amidst the chaotic era is not difficult. Yet this no longer fulfills my desires..."

Heristasha recalled the words of the Door Disciple, who praised her beautiful, elegant silhouette as she walked toward the apocalypse. Her four arms hugged her own body, trembling slightly, greed filling her eyes as she murmured:

"Door Disciple..."

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Meanwhile, the River of History surged grandly, flowing endlessly into the past.

"The elves of this world are indeed mad; the Chaotic Spirit God Fiend is going to endure untold suffering in the future!"

Gary Smith sat atop the waves, enjoying Little Spider’s massage as he shook his head.

Heristasha could split herself through desires to form independent entities, deceiving the Chaotic Spirit God Fiend, but she could not escape the probing of the Eye of Truth.

Other elves were obsessed with desire, wealth, and fame, but Heristasha was fixated on playing house—or rather, suffering from a split spirit.

Even the Heavenly Dome Tree King had his own consciousness, deeply in love with his wife and daughter, proud and invincible, daring to make the gods humble. Yet ultimately, he was interfered with by the Forty-Fourth Demonic Rat.

Despite being a collection of vast consciousness, he could anchor reality and reason through it.

Indeed, those who can become kings are never ordinary.

And so, Gary Smith taught Mousie that poem, reminding it: creating Mouse Incarnations is fine, but do not let yourself succumb to spirit fragmentation.

Possessing the Divine Tree and Black Night Power, it would become the ultimate nightmare of the Ten Thousand Heavenly Realms if it spirals into madness.

But speaking of which, this time, Gary Smith has thoroughly shattered his own dreams about this world’s elves.

Indeed, in the spiritual world, there are very few sane races.

Compared to them, his own succubi are far more adorable—a deviant succubus, a hapless Club President, an aunt-in-law whose appetite surpasses desire, and a mother-in-law...

Wait, how did those last two sneak in?

And also, big Wooden Cabinet Lilith excluded.

"However, this time, the Faceless God is likely..."

Gary Smith gazed into the vast River of History, uncertain how deep he had ventured.

Only thick historical dust could be seen; even the Eye of Truth could not fully penetrate it. Yet faintly, he could sense figures hibernating, with terrifying auras spreading outward.

A mere trace was enough to shatter the world and obliterate all things.

If his guess was correct, he had already entered the Old Days Era.

The reason Gary Smith used the Ancient Spear to pierce himself was because the Eye of Truth had already issued a warning.

First, the Ancient Spear is fragile, unsuitable for battle, and only serves as a finishing blow.