My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1780 - 513: Apocalyptic God! Gary Smith: In the Mortal World, The Gods shall not descend!_2

Chapter 1780: Chapter 513: Apocalyptic God! Gary Smith: In the Mortal World, The Gods shall not descend!_2

Although the Main World blocked the path, Their existence unfolded infinite high-dimensional information, sweeping toward Gary Smith.

Once imprinted, mortal things would be contaminated!

"This is not the Dream Realm, nor the Mother River; it’s the intersection of the Main World and the Mortal World, a part of dust..."

"My rules are the rules!"

Gary Smith gazed at the Three Gods. As he spoke, Eggy also raised its head; countless chaotic black-golden scales shimmered as thousands of Dragon Eyes opened.

Within every Dragon Eye’s pupil, the Divine Text of [Final Banquet] manifested, observing the destruction of all things.

Bang!

In an instant, the light of Doomsday converged. Being at the intersection of the Dream Realm and reality, supported by the power of the Main World, boundless energy gathered in its mouth.

The immense body of the Ancient Dragon burst forth radiant light, illuminating both realms, like an ultimate weapon!

The Doomsday Dragon Breath split into three, tearing across the Dream Realm. The King of Nightmares and the Dreamland Angels, embroiled in battle along its path, felt the grim aura of death.

They decisively chose to evade!

The vast Dragon Breath swept over the Dream Realm, spanning millions of miles, surging toward the Great Existences.

Its might already rivaled the peak of the Pseudo-King level, approaching a True King.

Yet to affect the Great Existences was still far off.

Thus, the Three Gods paid it no heed nor did they attempt to stop it, but unexpectedly...

Facing the Authority Power diffused by the Three Gods, the Doomsday Dragon Breath did not immediately dissolve but instead canceled out a fragment before itself being disintegrated.

To the Great Existences, it was as insignificant as a speck of dust falling from the Himalayas.

Yet this scene made the Kings’ gazes heavy.

Gary Smith’s lips slightly curled upward; whether it hit or not was already irrelevant.

Because the emergence of the Heavenly Duty of [Final Banquet] signified the fall of divine greatness, the unraveling of defenses, the appearance of health bars.

And once the mystique was lost, They would no longer remain unbeatable!

Especially as the chaos era peaked, the mortal world’s ecology no longer suppressing the Gods, still retaining power capable of ending Them.

Thus, under the witness of the Kings, Gary Smith looked at the Three Great silhouettes and said:

"From this day forth..."

"The Gods shall never tread the Mortal World again!"

As his words fell, the Main World reverberated with praise; the sound radiated across the Main World and the Dream Realm, reaching into the Mother River, stunning countless creatures.

Numerous ancient existences heard the declaration, stealing glances toward it.

The few Great Existences faced Gary Smith’s defiant arrogance yet made no response. The God of Order had already retreated to the Netherworld Divine Kingdom the instant the Ancient Dragon was birthed.

The Twilight Radiance dissipated, departing with ease, showing no signs of anger or frustration over a failed plan.

The Eternal Master of Dreamland and the Mother of Nightmares left indifferently as well; the latter, before departing, dragged away the Nightmare Sea too.

As for the God of Madness, it wandered deep into the Dream Realm after realizing its evolution had ended and its opponent gone.

The Kings were either shocked, or admiring, but more often...

Dismissive.

Not to mention, the Ancient Dragon was merely a tool of the Main World—meant to be discarded after use.

This Ancient Dragon of Gary Smith, for some unknown reason, had failed to draw upon the entirety of the Borderland’s power for its birth, leading to inherent flaws, leaving it only with Pseudo-King level combat strength.

What the Ancient Dragon represents is not merely strength, but an immense burden!

Though Gary Smith may be enjoying his moment now, from this point forward, he would stand as the enemy of the Gods.

At the chaos era’s peak, he would face the pursuit of the Gods and the Kings of multiracial clans!

With inherent flaws, yet shouldering the greatest burden!

Even if he was a reincarnated Great Existence, the odds were he would perish.

As for the Main World nurturing him into a Great Existence, such a thing was wholly improbable.

Thus, in the eyes of many Kings of multiracial clans, Gary Smith was tantamount to a dead man.

"Mortals will inevitably drown in the River of Arrogance." The Elephant Master said loftily.

However, upon hearing this, Gary Smith turned his head toward him, smirking coldly:

"If you’ve got the guts, kill me. All you do is hide in the shadows, whining."

"You!" The Elephant Master’s face darkened, itching to smack him dead, yet the Will of the Main World would surely disallow it.

At least not until it left and joined the mortal world’s ecology; only then could it be slain.

Furthermore, the Kings of the Human Clan would not stand idly by, not to mention Gary Smith commanding the power of the Ancient Dragon and possessing top-tier Pseudo-King level combat strength. While not a match for a True King, he held the qualification for mutual destruction as the Great Existences continued their calculations.

The Elephant Master’s gaze turned grim before it turned away.

The other Kings of multiracial clans also took a deep look at Gary Smith but said nothing.

No need to compete with a dead man; when the Gods commenced their pursuit, they would let him taste despair.

Perhaps they could even leverage his defiance to heavily wound the Human Clan.

Gary Smith, however, waved his hand, shutting the door to the Dream Realm. His expression was serene, appearing as forced composure to others, though in truth, his heart was without ripples—he even felt like laughing.

With the support of the Taboo position level, if even the Gods could not restrain him, he estimated that the "Taboo Sun," that despicable entity, would die of laughter.

After all, one of Its incarnations—the Supreme Sun—alone could illuminate the Gods, dominating the Mother River.

The Kings of the Human Clan bore varied expressions, but none mocked or belittled Gary Smith.

Because he, by his own will, had taken humanity’s calamity onto his own shoulders.

This child... has suffered far too much!

"The Human Clan will always be your shield." A dignified whisper emerged from among the Human Clan’s Kings.

Gary Smith lifted his gaze and saw the kingdom entwined with profound primordial energy. He could behold a mysterious King seated upon a throne encircled by the chaotic primal aura, nodding at him fleetingly before vanishing.