My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1008 - 304: Stealing the Power of the Twilight Divine! The Essence of the Meadow! Major Upgrade! The Final Battle Begins (Seeking Monthly Ticket)_2

Chapter 1008: Chapter 304: Stealing the Power of the Twilight Divine! The Essence of the Meadow! Major Upgrade! The Final Battle Begins (Seeking Monthly Ticket)_2

"Meh meh meh!"

The Black Goat screamed, waving its hooves in a struggle, but Pursue the Day, with its resistance to Dusk, smacked it down into the earth with a swipe of its claw, eliciting a dissatisfied roar.

"Woof woof woof!"

Learn from the giant toads that are constantly producing "Sleeping Toad Paste"; that’s what truly good employees do.

Remember, being full is the greatest fortune!

Then, it directly dragged the Black Goat by its hooves, forcibly feeding it.

"Pursue the Day really wants to improve, and that deserves praise!"

Gary Smith commended Pursue the Day’s excellent mentality and then returned his attention to the meadow, where countless operations were mere flickers in the mortal world.

He turned to look at Mousie, who had incarnated into the Third Disaster Peacock, but the latter shook its head at him.

Although the Thousand-faced Soul Tree had absorbed the soul fragments of the Mother of Breeding, it had not obtained much useful information.

All memories were either about Serena or on the path leading to her; otherwise, they were about prayer and research into breeding methods.

Boring and monotonous.

It left Mousie speechless—for without love, Serena was meaningless.

As for which altar housed the Matriarch... from the very outset, she never informed the rest of the matriarchs—even the precise locations of their altars in the Breeding Forest Sea were kept secret from one another.

Cautiously terrifying!

"They’re all crafty ones."

Gary Smith sighed; indeed, those ready to promote to the status of Ancient Giants were far from worthless.

However, he didn’t care much, for when the Flames would consume the entire Forest Sea, all demons and monsters would reveal their true forms.

"My Lord, these people are fine; they’re just frightened," said the Paper Knight, approaching under the glow of the Extreme Moon. It humbly bowed its head, a group of humans with expressions of fear trailing behind it.

Before Gary Smith made a move, he had the Paper Knight take charge of their rescue, for the residual effects of the battle were too much for even other followers to withstand; ordinary people would have been reduced to ashes.

"These are... members of the Alliance?"

Upon realizing that the enormous figure clad in Dragon Armor was from the Alliance, sent to rescue them, they breathed a sigh of relief, offering thanks, yet their eyes remained full of reverence.

After expressing their gratitude, some couldn’t contain their emotions and rushed towards the altar, for there lay their fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, and even lovers.

Although they knew the chances of survival were null, hope still flickered within their hearts.

Yet, what they saw on approach rendered them speechless.

Among many breeders, the men had the worst fate; used up by the Fertility Moon Followers, they would burst into flesh and blood, birthing Moon beasts, leaving not even a corpse behind.

And the many women breeders who had been altered, while still alive, existed in a fate worse than death, transformed into blood and flesh Mother Nests that knew only to absorb Moonlight and produce Moon beasts, with forms grotesquely distorted.

"Roar!"

Because the Sacrifice had been halted, they didn’t receive fulfillment, releasing angry roars like demons, scaring the people from moving closer, deterring them from approaching.

"Wuu wuu wuu..."

The next moment, they collapsed to the ground, beating the earth and weeping bitterly.

It was unclear whether they were crying over their cowardice for not daring to come closer or whether they were regretting their failure to protect their loved ones.

"All I see is suffering!"

Ginger Thorn muttered, reciting the prayers of the Thorn Church, unable to bear it. He outstretched his hand, wanting to share their pain through the Eye of the Sin King, but a large hand grasped his.

Gary Smith shook his head at him.

"I understand."

Ginger Thorn’s expression turned sad as he lowered his head. He understood that such actions were futile beyond providing a bit of psychological comfort to tighten the Thorn Ring and inflict more pain on himself.

After all, against humans deeply distorted, even an Ancient Giant had no solutions.

The mortal world is a Sea of Suffering, with life and death, love and hatred—a never-ending torment for all beings.

Could the Thorn Church truly bear all this?

As Ginger Thorn wrestled with her confusion, Little Spider, who had been resting on Gary Smith’s shoulder, raised its hand, and a multitude of Curse Realm Threads emerged from the Void. To the astonishment of the onlookers, the threads pierced through the distorted humans.

"What is this...?"

Before Ginger Thorn could ask, more black lines spread across their bodies, coiling around their necks, lifting them slowly into mid-air as if they were on a row of gallows, causing them to emit hoarse whimpers.

They were about to suffocate to death.

The other survivors closed their eyes, unable to bear the ensuing sight. In their hearts, there was no blame, for they understood Gary Smith’s actions.

Better to die with dignity than to live in agony!

But contrary to expectations, the degree of distortion within these breeders began to subside as the black lines wound around them. Their previously murky eyes gained a bit of clarity, looking towards the human survivors with yearning. They wanted to speak but were unable to utter a sound and soon slipped into slumber.

"I’ve already had Little Spider use the Spirit Thread to sever their skulls and to enliven the spinal cord into a Curse Spirit, tasked with battling the essence of Spiritual Contamination within the most critical parts of the body: the brain and soul.

Although only a head remains, we can seek out a top-tier Life-Series Beast Tamer to reshape the body using the Super-tier Skill ’Praise of Life,’ refined to an extreme beyond mastery. And if we can’t find a Lord of that caliber, we could try using the latest Cell Cloning and Mechanical Body Technology from Mechanism King’s Domain. Although not as perfectly suited as the original body, it will at least allow them to live."

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