My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 260 - 123: Smiling Corpse Mountain, Twilight Three-headed Dragon (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_3

Chapter 260: Chapter 123: Smiling Corpse Mountain, Twilight Three-headed Dragon (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_3

However, due to some incidents, these children all died unexpectedly.

The villagers struggled to accept this reality, so they chose to use some method, such as the rumors of the cemetery, in an attempt to resurrect these children.

This method is likely quite evil, and the so-called disappearance of the adventure group may not necessarily be in the cemetery, but could also be at their hands.

They even tried to con me into it.

These guys have gone completely mad.

But what role did the Netherland Cult play in all this?

Why do they seem so angry, as if they’ve been played by a scumbag man?

However, the truth is not hard to find.

Gary Smith also asked this question, but the village chief, knowing his own fate, simply sneered, betting that Gary wouldn’t dare read his memory.

If there is such a trace, it can be used to accuse the other party of tampering with memory and slaughtering the human species.

Even if it is not successful, it can disgust the other one.

The rest of the villagers also understood and kept silent, trying to use this method to lessen the punishment they would receive.

Gary Smith didn’t care about this. However, these people were more or less fugitives of the Alliance bounty.

Every death was a loss of money.

To good-hearted Gary Smith, earning less is a loss!

"Since you’re not speaking up, I’ll have to ask the victim," Gary called out.

Only then did everyone realize that they were still in an illusion. The Priest of Netherland, tied into a ball with only his head exposed, appeared in front of them. His mouth was closed with spider silk, making only whining sounds.

His recent death scene, it turned out, was also an illusion.

After all, the bounty was on his head. Gary wouldn’t waste it and planned to earn more on the side.

"Ying!"

Little Spider waved his hand, letting loose the spider silk from the Priest of the Netherland’s mouth. The latter was astonished by Gary’s ability to observe, but he knew the situation more clearly.

Death was certain whether he spoke or not, but talking at least might drag his enemies down with him.

So he cursed out:

"Maurice Ash, you son of a bitch, you came to our Netherland Cult saying that you had the ability to control all the skeleton remains in the cemetery, to turn tens of thousands of skeletons into a special treasure that could evolve the undead. You said you only needed one third of it to resurrect a few children into skeletons, and the rest would be used to let the corpse eating dog king transform spiritually, increase its chances of reaching the Morning Star level.

I felt pity for you and gave you an opportunity, and our Netherland Cult worked hard for a month, braving wind and rain. We helped you suppress some powerful undead creatures in the cemetery, even brought a lot of nether soil to help you hold the ceremony. We were about to complete it and publish the mission to attract a large number of Beastmasters to serve as sacrifices.

But you backstabbed my people and trapped us in the cemetery. If I hadn’t kept an ace up my sleeve, I would have died in there. You son-of-a-bitch, can you behave like a decent individual..."

This tirade came out in a rush, like a machine gun, showing how much the Priest of the Netherland hated Maurice Ash.

Think about it. He thought he had enough power to suppress everything. He worked hard for a month, and right when he was about to reap the rewards of victory and even planned to double-cross Maurice, he was backstabbed by him and locked up in the cemetery. He almost capsized in the proverbial gutter.

With great difficulty, he managed to escape to seek revenge, but then he ran into Gary Smith, was instantly crushed, lost three pets, and now faced the Alliance’s judgment.

What a miserable situation!

A Cult of the Evil God was almost tricked out of its pants by a scam operation from poor, backward, and obstinate villagers.

It would probably become the laughing stock of the underworld.

No wonder he hastily slaughtered the village, trying to nip the source of his shameful history in the bud.

In front of the Priest of the Netherland’s roaring, the villagers’ faces showed panic, but the village chief looked calm, sneering.

"Yes, I betrayed you, so what? It’s just that you’re stupid. If I gave you all the corpses, how could I resurrect these children?"

"Resurrection? Ha... " The Priest of the Netherland laughed, retorting mockingly, "Unless it’s My Lord or a Great Existence, or entering the Netherworld, or getting the fruit of one of the legendary Seven Great Royal Trees, the Soul Imperial Tree, there’s no chance to reverse life and death. Mortals trying to touch the area of life and death, it’s laughable. "

Gary shook his head, even though he knew this guy was puffing himself up, he didn’t refute it.

Because in this world there are indeed ways to resurrect, but each comes at a great cost, most are touched by the Cult of the Evil God or unknown beings with completely different thoughts and morals from humans. What you get in return is either turning into a monster or being a kin of the Evil God with memories.

It’s just that most people prefer not to believe it.

Hearing this, a woman retorted loudly, "You’re lying, the village chief said this was a true resurrection ritual, and my child really is back, he even called me mother!"

The other women also appeared joyful, and several men were determined with no doubt in their eyes. Even a man with a buzz cut spoke fiercely to Gary Smith.

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