My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 255 - 122: The Succubus Club President’s Generosity, Crushing the Cult of Evil God (Request for monthly pass)_3

Chapter 255: Chapter 122: The Succubus Club President’s Generosity, Crushing the Cult of Evil God (Request for monthly pass)_3

"So, I see." Gary Smith replied calmly.

The village chief, having his intention to save money exposed, his face showed some embarrassment. Nonetheless, being an experienced old-timer, he warmly said:

"Let’s enter the village first, and I’ll tell you about the recent happenings..."

However, before he could finish speaking, a subtle vibration emanated from the ground and distant howls echoed around.

"Arooo!"

Hearing this sound, a look of terror appeared on the villagers’ faces, and they nervously gripped their weapons.

Gary Smith followed their gazes and suddenly saw a burst of flames rising from the direction of Chaos Burial Hill.

No, that’s not right!

It wasn’t just flames; shadowy figures ablaze were dashing across the land, turning everything in their path into scorched black earth, shimmering with sparks.

Only when they drew closer could their true appearances be seen. They were a pack of wolfhounds that resembled large wolves but were even bigger. They panted heavily, emitting abundant black sparks.

Riding on their backs were a group of mysterious figures cloaked in white, bearing the symbol of a black gold tip tail snake.

The black gold tip tail snake symbolized the cycle of life and death, and the white robes represented the endless nether soil.

These were members of the Netherworld Cult, along with their signature Pet Beasts, the Netherflame Wolfhounds.

They swiftly surrounded the village, blocking off several exits, and let out deep growls.

There were about forty or fifty of them, most of whom were high-level elites.

"Damn, the Netherworld Cult is here!"

"What are we going to do? This time, only two Beastmasters, who are children, have come. There’s no way they can stop them."

"The Village Chief was too impulsive. He should have sought help from the Alliance. If we go on like this, we’re all going to die, and even..."

"The Netherworld Cult will surely kill us all!"

"..."

The villagers became panic-stricken, their faces filled with terror. Some of the women subconsciously retreated, but seemingly recalling something, they stopped.

Compared to them, Gary Smith remained calm. He turned to look at the distressed villagers and curiously asked:

"Is this what you meant by ’a few members of the Netherworld Cult’?"

The terms "a few" were notably emphasized.

It was no wonder that Gary Smith was dissatisfied. In the past, such incidents had occurred many times. The requesters would hide some information to save money or for other reasons, resulting in the needless sacrifice of countless Beastmasters.

The Alliance had severely cracked down on this, introducing laws that resulting in imprisonment. They also added rules specifying that Beastmasters can refuse to undertake tasks if information is withheld. They can also report it to the Alliance for arbitration and receive substantial compensation.

Still, Gary did not expect to encounter such a situation.

The Village Chief, with a sorrowful look, apologised:

"It’s my fault for being greedy this time, I’ve put the entire village in danger. But all of this should be borne by me, not causing everyone to be buried with me. So I’ll stay behind, I know that you can refuse this mission, but I still hope you can take the villagers and run..."

"Village Chief..."

The other villagers, having heard this, let go of their resentment, deeply moved. They cried out in unison that they would stay and face the Netherworld Cult’s sons of bitches.

After all, they were just a group of elite fighters. No one knew for sure who would lose or win.

Gary Smith didn’t directly agree or disagree, but simply scanned the villagers and asked an odd question:

"Are all villagers here?"

"Yes, yes, everyone is here now!"

When the Village Chief heard this, he thought that Gary Smith had agreed. A smile appeared on his creased face, and then he summoned three elite Tombstone Hounds from the village.

"Tombstone Hounds, use Tombstone Blockade!"

As the words fell, the Tombstone Hounds howled towards the sky, summoning dozens of tombstones each about two meters tall. They directly hurled at the Netherflame Wolfhounds.

"Arooo!"

The Netherflame Wolfhounds roared, gathering flames in their mouth and quickly spat out streaks of Netherflame. However, the chill flame, which had devastating lethality to the living, was not effective against the undead. It was unable to block the incoming tombstones.

They could only rapidly retreat. Accompanied by the loud crash "Bang Bang Bang", many tombstones pierced the ground where they had previously stood and blocked the way.

"I’ll hold them back, and you run!"

The Village Chief bellowed tragically, continuing to command the tombstone hounds to launch tombstones. However, the next moment, an angry chilling voice resounded:

"You think you can block the path of my Netherworld Cult?"

The moment the words landed, several sharp bone spikes swept across, instantly shattering the tombstones in the air. The force didn’t abate and directly knocked back the three Tombstone Hounds.

One of them was careless, and its hind leg got pierced. Fresh blood poured out, staining its white fur.

"How is this possible!?"

The Village Chief roared incredulously. However, when he saw the newcomer, his pupils shrank dramatically.

A giant white hound about three meters high and five meters long was charging from afar. Amid its terrible tusks in its giant jaws, its body did not emit nether flames, and its fur was covered with white bone and bone spikes, looking just like a general wearing heavy armor.

As it advanced, its sharp claws full of bone spikes carved a shattered path, emitting an overwhelming pressure of the Golden Rank.

This was one of the evolutions initially recommended by Charles Brown for Gary Smith’s first beast, the Netherflame Wolfhound. It was the corpse-eating dog king with a pure undead attribute.