My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 262 - 123: Smiling Corpse Mountain, Twilight Three-headed Dragon (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_5

Chapter 262: Chapter 123: Smiling Corpse Mountain, Twilight Three-headed Dragon (Seeking Monthly Tickets)_5

At this moment, the face of Maurice Ash, bound by spider silk, broke out in a cold sweat due to his nervousness. Beads of flesh-colored sweat began to drip down his face.

"If I’m not myself, then who am I... who am I..."

As his whispering voice rose, the rate of his sweating became faster. Accompanying it, his entire face began to melt, like a dissolving wax statue, with his facial features becoming blurred, merging together. Soon, only the hollow eyes and mouth remained, looking eerily strange.

Finally, he suddenly seemed to understand, laughing out loud,

"So, it turns out I am..."

"The Ninth Finger!"

His voice suddenly became that of a woman. The moment it sounded, the spider silk suddenly disintegrated, turning into a shower of white fluff that fell from the sky.

In its midst, a tall woman wearing a porcelain mask engraved with the symbol "Ж" appeared. In her hand, she held a wax mask with the same face as the Village Chief. However, the mask was already filled with numerous cracks.

Upon seeing her, the shock on the face of the Priest of the Netherland was evident as he murmured,

"The Faceless Brotherhood... I’ve actually been dealing with these madmen all along..."

The villagers were dumbfounded; their Village Chief had somehow turned into a woman.

"My family, it’s a disappointment that the play has been recognized before it’s even finished, really... it’s a pity!"

The masked woman stretched out her slender and elegant finger and lightly touched the front of Gary Smith, causing him to pop and dissipate like a burst bubble.

A mere illusion.

She turned to look at Gary Smith, who was hiding in the distance, and waved her hand, saying with a grin,

"You’re quite interesting, I really like you!"

Saying this, she glanced unintentionally at Dream of the Crimson Moon, a look of shock and fear flashed in her eyes.

"Thank you, I don’t need your affection, it’s disgusting." Gary Smith responded with a frown, calmly asking, "I suppose it was you who orchestrated all this?"

"Hehe, you got that right."

The Porcelain Masked Lady placed her hands behind her back and leaned slightly forward, laughing as she said,

"Even the best scripts need a suitable stage for the performance. I just happened to come across these dead children. The interweaving of the dead’s grievances and the living’s sorrow presents such a wonderful scene. As family, I should take up the responsibility and lead them out of their sorrow to a happy ending of a family reunion."

Dream of the Crimson Moon said calmly, "You’re lying!"

Naturally, Gary Smith was aware of this and scoffed,

"Can you resurrect them completely?"

"Of course not, that’s the realm of the divine."

The Porcelain Masked Lady admitted decisively, causing the villagers to fall into a state of anger, questioning her,

"Where is our Village Chief? Have you been deceiving us all along?"

"I know you’re in a hurry, but don’t fret. Your Village Chief has always been here. I’ve stripped him of everything that he is. It’s just that my craftsmanship was a little rusty and I left evidence on his hand. Now that it’s broken, it’s perhaps for the best."

With a gentle pinch, the white wax mask in the woman’s hand burst into pieces with a pop, turning into dust that drifted away with the wind. This left all the villagers feeling a deep sense of despair.

"As for deceiving you..."

The masked woman opened her mouth again, playfully saying, "There’s none of that. I stated from the beginning that your family would always be together. Oh yes, I forgot to mention, I have a backup for that clay figurine."

Saying this, she took out the pale puppet from her hand and waved it proudly.

Boom!

As her words fell, there was a violent shaking. The ground of Border Tomb Village began to crack, and the corpse-like houses began to collapse.

In the midst of the thick dust, a huge figure slowly rose from the ground. The layered mix of deep pained and hoarse calls intertwined and spread out.

"Mother..."

"Father..."

"We... will always be together..."

The dust cleared, revealing its true appearance - a massive form made up of countless corpses and bones forcibly melded together...

Corpse Mountain!

No wonder the Excavating Hound dug with such zeal.

This creature stands a full twenty meters high, its body covered with one enormous pale face after another. These faces are hollow, but they smile, emitting innocent laughs like children, continuously calling out words like "Mother" and "Father".

It stands on legs built from corpses that appear as giant pillars. However, compared to its huge and bloated body, they seem exceptionally slender.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As it begins to approach, its shadow casting down, the light dims, an oppressive atmosphere spreads out. Its power has surpassed the High-level Leadership, reaching the Command Peak.

Originally, with such a vast quantity of accumulated spiritual power from the corpses, it should have fallen into chaos, but within this huge body, high amounts of precious nether soil from the Netherworld Cult have been used for connection, forcing these undead spirits into a bizarre tranquillity.

Change in quantity leads to change in quality!

These spiritual energies begin to converge towards the faces without stop, continuously compressing, condensing, and starting to show a tendency towards Spiritual Metamorphosis.

Even Gary Smith felt tremendous pressure at this moment.

This creature is incredibly terrifying!

Just the strength of its body alone probably rivals an ordinary Spiritual Metamorphosis creature.

And the villagers who originally desired to revive their children, upon seeing the looming Corpse Mountain and realizing the truth, their hearts were left with nothing but fear as they began to scream out, "Help, there’s a monster!"

Only a few women looked at this scene with delighted expressions on their faces, continuously shouting, "Child, come quick, Mother is here..."

Upon hearing the call, the many pale faces on the smiling Corpse Mountain began to laugh, speeding up their approach. Each step was as if an earthquake hit, causing the villagers to be filled with an unimaginable fear.

The Porcelain Masked Lady glanced at Gary Smith and chuckled lightly,

"This is the ’Smiling Corpse Mountain’ I cultivated using the bones from the cemetery. Originally I wanted to metamorphosize it into an Exotic Entity, but unfortunately due to your arrival, it’s only half-successful, making it a failure. If I could complete it, it would have the ability to infinitely devour corpses, growing rapidly like a snowball, until it evolves into a Corpse Mountain Range.

Since you’ve revealed my identity, from now on, I’ll be the audience, and the new leading actor of the drama will be you. Defeat it, or be devoured by it, I hope you can bring me some surprise..."

"I actually think there’s a third option."

Gary Smith interrupted the Porcelain Masked Lady. In her surprised look, he said,

"You continue acting and please me!"

The Porcelain Masked Lady was first taken aback, then burst out laughing: "Haha, you’re really interesting. Even at this time you don’t forget to make jokes. I can’t help but want to pull you into the Brotherhood and make you one of our family..."

But in the very next moment, her laughter abruptly stopped.

Boom!

The distant cemetery collapsed, and endless grudges surged to the sky, instantly disappearing and transforming into an ancient Holy City that manifested above Gary Smith’s head.

Enshrouded by a mystical fog, distorted dragon figures quickly took shape, appearing even more real than before. The ferocious dragon heads broke through the fog, descended into reality, and appeared before everyone.

They meandered around the Light of Twilight, with no body, only the three giant dragon heads chaotically fused together. They were extremely terrifying, exuding a suffocating might and let out a roar:

"Roar!"

The force of the dragons spread across, transforming into a storm that halted Corpse Mountain’s advance, scattering the clouds within a ten-mile radius. The terrifying pressure spread out like a tidal wave.

True · Twilight Tri-headed Dragon!

Gary Smith spoken words were only to buy time. Upon realizing the anomaly, he immediately had his Mouse Incarnation take the Living Weapon Egg, to the masterless cemetery.

By using tens of thousands of corpse’s built up resentment over the eons as a sacrifice, he summoned the Holy City to descend.

Under this vast accumulation, its power had already exceeded Spiritual Metamorphosis. It could rival the Morning Star Level for a short period of time.

I’m waiting to unleash a grand move, but are you just waiting to die?

Apart from this, he also had the Star leaf from White Fox as a trump card. Even if he couldn’t beat it, he could still escape.

Advancing and retreating at will,

Shifting between offense and defense easily!

Gary Smith looked at the masked woman and grinned:

"Laugh, why aren’t you laughing anymore?"

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