My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 253 - 122: The Succubus Club President’s Generosity, Crushing the Cult of Evil God (Request for monthly pass)

Chapter 253: Chapter 122: The Succubus Club President’s Generosity, Crushing the Cult of Evil God (Request for monthly pass)

As the Thousand-faced Soul Tree coexisting with Mousie, an offshoot comparable to the Emperor Tree, possessing the Thousand-Face Origin and ghostly power, it had remained a mere sapling due to insufficient souls and nether soil for nourishment.

Unable to grow into a large tree, it naturally couldn’t bear the Fruit of Soul.

The only thing that currently hinders Gary Smith is the growth of his mental strength. If this issue could be solved, the time needed for his promotion to the Gold Level would be reduced by more than half.

The primary reason why he revealed his strength to upgrade his mission acceptance authority to the Gold Level was to look for missions related to the Netherworld Cult.

He didn’t expect Dream of the Crimson Moon to come to him!

If only he had known that Lisa Brown could even divine the branch of the Cult of Evil God, he would have made the wooden cabinet bloom with happiness.

If one cabinet is not filled, how can the world be filled?

Gary Smith inquired about the specific task, wanting to see how far it was, because he had to go to the scramble for unconventional items tomorrow night. If it was too far, he would have to give it up and plead directly with the Club President to buy some nether soil.

Regarding this issue, Dream of the Crimson Moon handed her mobile phone directly over.

[★★☆ Troubles of Border Tomb Village Residents: Situated near numerous chaotic burial hills, recently a large number of residents in Border Tomb Village have been attacked by rampant undead companion beasts, resulting in many injuries. It’s rumored that some adventure groups have gone missing after entering.

It seems some changes have occurred within the chaotic burial hills. We hope powerful Beastmasters can help investigate the situation and eliminate the source of the abnormal changes.

The reward for investigating the task is 700,000, and the reward for resolving the change source is 1.8 million. (A friendly reminder from the Alliance: The situation is unknown, Beastmasters accepting the task please proceed with caution. )]

A two-and-a-half-star task, designed for the Silver Peak, is obviously too low if it’s to target at least one Gold Level Netherworld Church branch.

However, the Alliance also noted the information, noticing the problem but unable to confirm the specific situation, and this was understandable.

After all, not everyone had miraculous divination abilities like Lisa Brown to intercept tasks in advance.

As for the Border Tomb Village, Gary Smith had heard of it. It’s a small village near Abyss City, located on the border near a chaotic burial ground for human species and pet beast skeletons.

Over long eons, it accumulated many buried bodies. The collision of a large amount of spiritual power from the dead caused changes, turning it into a special undead ecosystem cemetery.

It easily attracted or bred some undead companion beasts, such as Excavating Hounds, Skeleton Soldiers, Soul Lanterns, Zombies, Spirit Marionettes, Corpse Brides, and so on.

Perhaps because cemeteries symbolize the peace of the deceased and the burial grounds, these undead companion beasts were not cruel. On the contrary, their temperaments were relatively gentle, and they would not attack unless deliberately provoked or their bottom line was challenged.

As time passed, people discovered this and established a village there.

For a long time, the residents of the Border Tomb Village have coexisted harmoniously with them, even burying the bones of their loved ones and cherished pets there, hoping that they would be resurrected one day.

But the Alliance had clarified that this was merely an unrealistic fantasy. Resurrection of the dead was not a domain that mortals could touch.

Even if a few were lucky enough to be resurrected, they had already become undead life, bearing no relation to the living, and even urging to slaughter their own kin for powerful strength.

Although Border Tomb Village was one of the border towns, the residents there, like the undead companion beasts, were rather reclusive and didn’t associate much with other towns and cities. They were more like a group of tomb guardians.

It was unexpected that they were asking for help this time, clearly indicating that the problem was very serious.

Therefore, Gary Smith decisively said: "Club President, do you need an assistant?"

"Ass...is...tant..."

Dream of the Crimson Moon was stunned. Her crimson eyes looked at Gary Smith’s hand: fair and clear-cut, with long and powerful fingers.

She kind of wanted to...

However, she quickly recovered, restraining her yearning emotions, and nodded calmly:

"Okay!"

Since it was a Silver Peak task, they could pick it up with their mobile phone, but to prevent interference from others, they went to the counter to process the procedures.

For the next 48 hours, this task would not be taken up by others.

However, when they were about to set off, they encountered a problem. Gary Smith was preparing to go home to get his "Red Rabbit," but Dream of the Crimson Moon refused him, saying that she could handle everything.

Outside the Star Cluster Beast Tower, just as Gary Smith thought they were going to ride some top-level transportation,

Dream of the Crimson Moon came to his back, circled his waist, hugged him tightly and gave him a gentle sniff. She turned her back on him, a trace of satisfaction flashing across her eyes.

He smells so good today as well!

Not giving Gary Smith a chance to speak, the Abyssal Demonic Eye quickly transformed into a pair of wings and merged into her body.

Crack!

The wings of the vampire spread out, stirring up a whirlwind and flying straight up.

However, due to Gary Smith’s stature, Dream of the Crimson Moon could only move him slightly down to place his head against her chest, enabling him to see what was in front of him during the flight.

Feeling the soft sensation at the back of his head, Gary Smith was a bit stunned and couldn’t help but ask:

"Club President, is this really okay?"

"I have my safety shorts on!" Dream of the Crimson Moon answered seriously, remembering what Gary Smith had told her before.

Is that the main point!?

They seemed to be too close like this, and the position was also rather strange. It felt like he was a pendant when in reality he was a plug-in.