My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1445 - 415: Thousand-Eyed Sun King! Hunting the Supreme Deities!_3

"Since we’re going to lose anyway, why not take a gamble with me, Daylight King, and become my strength..." Gary Smith said indifferently, "Let me bear it all!"

As his words fell, the Daylight Holy City understood there was no retreat left. Thus, it did not hesitate anymore and transformed into a billion rays of light, enveloping Gary Smith, causing his figure to swell massively and be clad in Sacred Armor.

Boom!

Eighteen pairs of Daylight Flame wings, thousand meters wide, spread behind him. On his body, wings, and even above his skull, were all covered with Eyes of Daylight. The moment they opened, they burst forth with billions of lights, intertwining into golden Daylight Laws.

Transformed into nine overlapping halo rings behind him, like the Sun’s Eye, watching over all things in the world!

The brilliance was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it!

At this moment, Gary Smith was like a Radiant Titan out of ancient mythology, shining with his own brilliance, even containing the spread of Dusk!

Every move he made was like thousands of suns rising, ready to unleash a scorching Solar Storm at any moment.

Now, Gary Smith also knew its name—the Thousand-Eyed Sun King Armed!

"Strength, as expected, is mesmerizing..."

Gary Smith murmured softly, feeling the ceaseless emergence of Vast Sun Power within him, experiencing an unprecedented bliss.

As his delight grew, his own temperature continuously increased. Merely standing there, he could cause a Drought Disaster in several Great Domains, transforming them into his own Kingdom!

At this moment, the mortal mountains and rivers appeared exceedingly fragile in his eyes. With a mere extension of his hand and a gentle touch, he could shatter them, turning billions of creatures into ash.

To summarize the entire process, the Ancient Monarch, after fusing with the Living Holy City, had turned its shell into a Gundam and then opened the driver’s permissions to Gary Smith.

Under the triple blessing of the Ancient Monarch’s blood and flesh, the Living Holy City, and the Daylight Law, he immediately possessed combat power on par with Pseudo-King Level!

Because there was no kingdom, no true king’s body, and the law wasn’t his own, Gary Smith’s strength could not be further enhanced.

Unless he was willing to fully fuse with the Daylight King, and the latter was willing to sacrifice itself, letting him become the true True King of the Sun Path, although the price was a complete mutation of the body.

However, he could devour the Evil God Authority, ascend to become the Mortal Sun God, with subsequent potential much higher than an average True King.

Even now, the Daylight King had not given up on tempting Gary Smith to ascend to godhood.

It would have been easier to repel the Mother of Twilight!

Unfortunately, Gary Smith still refused, as his aspirations were not limited to these, and even the portion of Pseudo-King combat power he currently possessed came with no small price.

Just like when he previously fused with Eggy and constantly bore its Eternal Hunger, he also had to bear all the contamination from the Daylight King.

Boom!

The contamination surged like a tsunami, grand and vast. The Daylight King originally wanted to help, but Gary Smith stopped it, effortlessly suppressing it with the Meadow and Chaos Egg, not causing the slightest ripple.

However, the contained high-dimensional spiritual power and law began gradually affecting his blood and flesh and spiritual power, which could easily imprint the ecological radiation of the Daylight King on Gary Smith given enough time.

Such as growing a large number of Eyes of Radiant...

After all, his body wasn’t linked to the Taboo position, unable to withstand the ecological radiation, so he must make a swift decision.

"So, what comes next is..." ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Gary Smith looked at the Mother of Twilight not far away and softly said,

"Hunting the sun!"

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PS: 4,200 characters, I request a monthly ticket, letting me think carefully about the tail end of the volume; I cut out 2,000 words, feeling it’s not satisfying enough, a bit writer’s blocked, trying to write it more spectacularly.