The Golden Horned Beast Acknowledges Its Master! Becomes Pybara's Mount

"Hum!"

The Golden Horned Beast let out a roar far more shrill and desperate than any physical pain could elicit!

It sensed a will—more overbearing, more bizarre, and seemingly capable of devouring and enslaving even the glorious bloodline of its Star-Devouring Beast heritage—

Forcibly intruding into its Soul Core!

"Awoo-ooo!"

Its soul roared, resisting with madness!

The dark golden power of its bloodline burned fiercely on the soul level, forming layers of sturdy barriers in a desperate attempt to block that terrifying Soul Seal!

However, at this moment, its physical body was being continuously weakened by the black hole.

Its spirit was already exhausted, and its bloodline power was faltering due to the prolonged battle and the backlash.

Yet that "Black Hole Soul Seal" contained the full, peak mental power of Pybara, combined with the profound mysteries of the Falling Ink Star secret techniques.

It even carried a trace of interference specifically targeting its origin!

With one side waning and the other waxing, the soul defenses of the Golden Horned Beast—

Before that special Soul Seal, were like glass struck by a heavy hammer, beginning to shatter inch by inch!

"No... I am... a Star-Devouring Beast..."

A weak soul fluctuation filled with unwillingness emanated, but it was quickly submerged by the power of the Soul Seal.

The light of the Soul Seal, interwoven with dark gold and pitch black, finally surged like a tide that erodes everything, completely covering it.

It merged into the deepest part of the Golden Horned Beast's soul, firmly branded onto the very origin of its life!

All resistance, roaring, and unwillingness vanished as quickly as a receding tide.

The scarlet, violent eyes of the Golden Horned Beast saw their light rapidly dim and transform.

Eventually, they turned into a gaze of docility, awe, and...

Absolute, soul-deep submission to Pybara.

It stopped struggling, allowing the devouring force of the black hole to remain upon its body.

Its massive frame slowly lowered that once-proud head, facing the round, floating figure in the air.

A low, respectful mental fluctuation, yet possessing the unique, thick texture of a Star-Devouring Beast, clearly resonated outward:

"Master."

The voice echoed over the ruins where the smoke of battle had yet to clear.

The black hole behind Pybara slowly retracted and vanished.

He looked with satisfaction at the Golden Horned Beast before him—though its aura was weak, its eyes were docile and submissive—and his heart blossomed with joy.

A Star-Devouring Beast servant, nice!

Babata also shouted excitedly in his mind: "Haha! Well done! We've hit the jackpot this time!"

Following that "Master" filled with awe and submission echoing on the mental plane.

The Golden Horned Beast had completely finished its transformation from a terrifying natural disaster to a loyal servant.

Pybara nodded with satisfaction, and with a thought, he lifted all suppression upon it.

The Golden Horned Beast slowly raised its head; although its aura remained weak and the scales on its body were tattered.

There was no longer any violence in those dark golden eyes, only docility and the reverence of awaiting orders.

"Not bad, not bad,"

Pybara flew a circle around the slightly shrunken Golden Horned Beast and patted its cold, secret-patterned horn.

"From now on, you shall be called... hmm, Little Gold! Simple and easy to remember!"

Golden Horned Beast: "...Yes, Master."

Although it felt this name didn't quite match the prestige of a Star-Devouring Beast, the brand deep within its soul made it accept it unconditionally.

"Babata, is there any way to quickly recover Little Gold's injuries? It looks a bit unsightly."

Pybara asked.

"Simple!

Just let it swallow some metal veins or high-purity energy; their race has incredible recovery abilities, as long as they have resources."

Babata replied.

"Alright then, I'll arrange that later."

Pybara nodded, then his eyes rolled as a brilliant idea popped into his head.

He flew onto the broad, platform-like back of the Golden Horned Beast, which, despite the damaged scales, remained flat.

He stood steadily and waved his claw with high spirits:

"Little Gold, let's go! Take your master to patrol... er, to inspect the major human base cities!"

"Let them see that the threat has been neutralized, and by the way... get used to your new image."

Although the Golden Horned Beast did not understand the specific meaning of "inspection," its master's command was everything.

It let out a low growl in response, and the pair of folded metallic wings on its back unfurled with a "clatter."

Though somewhat damaged, they still blotted out the sky!

The next moment, it pushed off with its four limbs, and its massive body soared into the air.

While not as agile as in its prime, it still carried a terrifying momentum as it flew toward the nearest large human base city.

And Pybara stood brazenly on the back of the Golden Horned Beast, facing the biting high-altitude gale.

With its little paws on its hips, it looked smug, as if to say, "This beast is under my protection."

Eurasia, Hanxia Nation, Jiangnan Base City.

The alarms had just been lifted because the Golden Horned Beast had been "dealt with."

The public was just emerging from the shelters, still shaken, discussing the incredible scene from the global broadcast moments ago.

Suddenly, the sky darkened.

A shadow, so massive it was suffocating, slowly swept at a low altitude over the city.

That dark golden body covered in mysterious patterns, that ferocious head and single horn, those damaged yet still majestic metallic wings...

It was the very same terrifying beast that had just been ravaging America in the broadcast, plunging the world into despair—the Golden Horned Beast!

"Ah--!! Monster! The monster is back!"

"Run! It's that Devouring Beast!"

"My god! How could it be here?!"

The entire base city instantly fell into a panic even worse than before!

People screamed and cried, rushing madly back toward the shelters; the streets were in total chaos!

However, the anticipated destructive attack did not come.

The Golden Horned Beast simply flew by at a steady speed, not even glancing down at the chaotic city below.

Some of the bold or desperate, along with the defense forces that had scrambled into the air, looked through binoculars or scopes at the back of the Golden Horned Beast in extreme terror.

Then, they saw a sight they would never forget, one that made them wonder if they were hallucinating from extreme shock—

On the back of that terrifying beast, standing firmly, was a...

Round, chubby... Pybara wearing Cosmic Armor?

The Pybara even waved its little paw toward those below, its psychic power transmitting a clear and "friendly" thought:

"Everyone, don't panic! Little Gold is one of us now!

It's my newly acquired mount and henchman! Everyone disperse and go back to what you were doing!"

A... a mount?

One of us?

Everyone who saw and heard this, whether civilian or soldier, was petrified, their brains completely crashing.

The amount of information was so vast, the impact so strong, that fear was replaced by an extreme sense of absurdity.

The Golden Horned Beast... had become a Pybara's mount?

What on earth had happened to the world?!

However, before they could digest this earth-shattering news, the Golden Horned Beast had already carried its "master" toward the next large base city.

Following this, similar scenes played out one after another over major human settlements in Eurasia, North America, and even other continents.

A Star Beast that symbolized ultimate terror swept low over human cities.

And on its back, a Pybara "inspected" the bewildered and terrified crowds below like a tourist.

Every now and then, it would offer a few words of "reassurance."

Wherever it went, it triggered extreme panic, followed immediately by extreme bewilderment and the numbness of a collapsing worldview.

Inside the War God Palace, the high-ranking officials watched the real-time satellite footage of the Golden Horned Beast "touring the globe" with the Pybara on its back.

Their expressions were incredibly vivid; they couldn't cry, and they couldn't laugh.

"Is... is he showing off?"