My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 1489 - 428: The World-Eroding Evil God Form! Killing the 3rd Finger! Bug of the Taboo Status Level

Chapter 1489: Chapter 428: The World-Eroding Evil God Form! Killing the 3rd Finger! Bug of the Taboo Status Level

(The third finger was originally pierced by a Crimson Tree Spear, changed to being repelled, and the phantom of the Long River of Time changed to the Power of Time, with the rest unchanged, minor details vary.)

"Skin-peeling Technique—Heavenly Aspect: Void Face!"

Yet the third finger chose not to sit idly by; atop the evil corpse, numerous Tri-character symbols spread again, distorting the space around them, and the next moment, it appeared directly in front of Mousie.

Countless Tri-character symbols fluttered, transforming into long swords of bizarre designs, spinning at high speed and containing the sharpness that could tear the world apart, piercing downward.

"Turning back is the shore!"

The World Honored One, in his Spirit Erosion Form, looked on with compassionate and pitying eyes, unmoving.

This calmness stirred a heartfelt disgust in the third finger, who coldly said,

"Let’s end this!"

Although unsure of what the opponent had summoned, by killing the source of the summoning ahead of time, any projections would become rootless driftwood and instantly dissipate.

Whoosh!

However, the moment she touched Mousie, a deep crimson tree spear spanning across Time arrived with a "crack," piercing her body. Countless root tendrils spread within her evil corpse, forming a mysterious seal and forcibly nailing her to the ground.

"Ready!"

At the same time, the figure at the center of the deep crimson vortex issued a deafening sound, resonating within the Three Aspects Barrier.

It was like an ancient Demon God responding to the calls of its followers.

"True love mode, but..."

Mousie himself heard this phrase, his lips curling slightly upward. His originally bright eyes, as wisdom was reaped, dimmed completely, and he murmured in his heart,

"Cultivator, it’s up to you now."

It believed in itself!

Thump! Thump!

In this moment, both Mousie and the Mouse Incarnations had their wisdom drained, collapsing to the ground, their life and death unknown.

Yet not a single Mousie regretted.

Boom!

The deep crimson vortex spread to its extreme, darkening the world.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

One could now see within the vortex’s center, the phantom of a tributary of the Long River of Time flowing slowly, its waves churning and the splashing drops each representing a radiant civilization.

From that water stream emerged an ancient Demon Tree, rooting itself outside the Three Aspects Barrier.

Countless root tendrils surged, any one of them comparable to a Blood Demon Dragon; interwoven, they formed a sinister, terrifying deep crimson throne.

Hum!

Atop the throne, a blurry figure leaned back, a deep crimson halo hanging behind its head, countless blood-red ribbons entwined, spreading a corrupting radiance that looked down upon everything from on high.

Although the figure was heavily distorted by Time and deep crimson light, as if covered by a thick mosaic, Gary Smith could still make out parts of Mousie’s form, pondering.

Is this Mousie’s evolved form?

Indeed... it has mastered this ability!

"Why... how can a mere mortal fool around with Time!?" Nailed to the ground, the third finger looked at the figure in the sky, the gaze beneath her mask not fearful but rather as if a nerve had been struck, roaring madly.

She wanted to prove that this was merely a capability of summoning a strengthened projection or creating an illusion that would make her retreat from the fight... but the arrival of the Power of Time had shattered all her illusions!

A mere hamster had touched Time!

Then what was she chasing when she joined the Faceless Brotherhood?

You see, even the high and mighty Gods, though called Immortals, represent the present, not the past, the present, nor all eternity of the future.

Touching the past was still safe, for it belonged to the River of History. As long as one wasn’t covered by historical dust and didn’t delve into ancient historical faults, one could remain unscathed.

If it were truly dangerous everywhere, Serena Martin’s historical summoning power would have already been wrecked, let alone summoning them to fight.

After all, history has traces to follow.

Of course, spying on the past for a long time might draw the attention of some ancient beings, but on the whole, the dangers of superficial history are less menacing than some Forbidden Zones of Life.

But the future is different; it belongs to the Main River Channel of the Long River of Time, vast and majestic, from which countless branches extend, each constantly deriving futures in the blink of an eye.

For individuals in the present, others might see it as a mere moment of stillness in thought, but their bodies endure tens of thousands of years.

The moment consciousness returns, they would turn to ash, facing such power, even the True King would be heavily wounded by the years!

Moreover, within some futures, there might be secret layouts by mystical beings, their power not confined to the present, influencing futures through supremacy, creating special pollution sources.

Hence, heading to the future isn’t a grace but rather like opening a blind box.

Once opened, it brings boundless despair.

Even if one is lucky to survive, they would suffer terribly, unable to distinguish reality from illusion, struggling desperately within a destined demise.

At such times, death would be a grace!

Neither Divination, World-class Treasures nor Spirit Corrosion powers could calculate the changes of infinite Time.

It is suspected...

Only a Taboo Existence could surpass Time!

With that, the Future Mouse atop the throne said indifferently, "The questioning of the weak is foolish and ignorant."

"Practice more if you’re lacking!"

Although fewer words were spoken, Mousie’s mocking skill hadn’t regressed; if anything, it targeted vulnerabilities even more fiercely!

As for the effect...

Though the third finger still wore a mask, one could feel her nearly twisted expression, and a hoarse, low chuckle emitted.