My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1006 - 303: The Meadow where All Lives are Harvested! Godly Artifacts! Puppet Heaven’s Realm (Requesting Monthly Ticket)_3

Chapter 1006: Chapter 303: The Meadow where All Lives are Harvested! Godly Artifacts! Puppet Heaven’s Realm (Requesting Monthly Ticket)_3

Thwap, thwap, thwap!

A multitude of black lines snapped!

The Mother of Breeding, being a Radiant Moon Rank Phase Mutant, remained fiercely vital despite being trampled dozens of times and managed to regain control of her body for a moment. Then, she commanded the Destroying Moon Car to launch a suicidal attack.

"Under the gaze of the cluster of moons, turn to ashes!"

Even in death, she intended to drag Gary Smith down with her.

"I’ve been waiting for you for a long time!"

Gary Smith sneered coldly as he watched the Destroying Moon Car rolling toward him like it could crush the world. His gaze remained indifferent as he shaped the meatball under his foot into a sphere and directed Little Spider to continue stripping away the senses.

Boom!

The Dragon Claw burst with Twilight Radiance, and the Dusk Insect Feast unleashed a terrifying propulsive force. Along with the Heavenly Realm Breathing Rhythm, an overwhelming strength surged into his right arm.

And then,

Gary Smith hurled it toward the Destroying Moon Car.

Thud!

The force of the throw was so great that it caused an air explosion, resulting in a brief vacuum. The volleyball fashioned from the Mother of Breeding’s body rubbed against the air, turning into a fiery comet as it whistled away.

True to its name, the Destroying Moon Car possessed the power to crush anything in its path. Upon collision, it instantly shattered the Mother of Breeding’s body, and in her reluctance, it also ground her soul into tens of thousands of pieces.

The Destroying Moon Car continued to roll but came to a halt just before touching Gary Smith.

In order to control the Moon beasts, the Mother of Breeding had branded them with slave marks, which were also triggered at this moment. As they perished along with the Moon Palace, they transformed into endless points of light and dissipated.

"The threads of life only show themselves in the moment of extinction."

Gary Smith said with a light chuckle, his eyes turning to the Fertility Moon Followers on the altar.

They looked terrified, having witnessed the brutal killing of the Mother of Breeding. Shaking uncontrollably, they wanted to flee, but with fires spreading on all sides, there was simply no way out.

One of the voluptuous young women, looking at the young Gary Smith, harbored a glimmer of hope. Kneeling with her upper body, she raised her assets, pleading in a sultry voice,

"Respected powerful one, your radiance outshines even the moon. Please give us a chance to atone; we are willing to serve you together..."

Before she could finish, a crimson drought disaster divine light swept over them, turning them into flaming figures and then to ashes amidst their screams.

Mousie, in her form as the Third Disaster Peacock, looked on with indifference. The thought of these filthy creatures trying to use beauty to entice a cultivator in her presence was absurd.

They were courting death!

Gary Smith didn’t care in the slightest. He enjoyed the company of beauties, but felt nothing for public transport. He snapped his fingers, and the Ranch Projection descended.

Aside from the Mother of Breeding’s soul fragments transformed into soul fruit by the Thousand-faced Soul Tree, the souls of tens of thousands of moon rodents and numerous Fertility Moon Followers were all devoured by the ranch.

They turned into soul forage enveloped in moonlight, lush and thick, filling the barren ranch. Under the wash of the Chaotic Egg Air Current, they swayed gently.

Pursue the Day howled with excitement. The substantial infilling of forage also meant growth for the meadow.

"...Gurgle... Croak..."

The giant toad, slumbering atop the Black Lotus, lazily watched the scene unfold with not a hint of interest.

"Baaa~"

However, the Divine Waste Black Goat watching the spectacle started trembling in its shanks.

It truly couldn’t eat anymore.

Yet, under Pursue the Day’s "enthusiastic" welcome, it lowered its head and began a new round of grazing. Its coat grew even thicker, and it started to develop a black-gold sheen.

Gary Smith glanced over and was about to look away when he noticed something unusual. The fur on the Black Goat started falling out bit by bit.

Finally, it transformed into a ball of light, floating amidst the meadow.

After months of consuming countless resources and souls,

The Black Goat finally produced the meadow’s second divine artifact.

PS: Little Spider acts cute for votes. (﹡ˆᴗˆ﹡)♡