My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 265 - 124: Bountiful Harvest! Evolution of The Soul Tree! Unconventional Items! (Requesting for Monthly Tickets)_3

Chapter 265: Chapter 124: Bountiful Harvest! Evolution of The Soul Tree! Unconventional Items! (Requesting for Monthly Tickets)_3

On the contrary, the grudges within the cemetery had dwindled, causing the power of the three-headed dragon to gradually weaken.

"Family...together...we are forever...together..."

Seeing this scene, the fanatical laughter on every pale mask of the deranged Corpse Mountain grew more twisted. After relentlessly pressing on without fear of death, the three-headed dragon quickly revealed its weak spots.

Time stood still for a moment!

At that moment, a myriad bodies emerged, each corpse hand in hand with another, wearing a bizarre smile, forming a massive net that covered the sky and was cast towards the three-headed dragon.

Skill—Corpse Net!

The Porcelain Masked Lady watched and chuckled lightly, saying:

"It seems that this drama is about to end."

"Indeed, it’s about time to wrap things up."

Gary Smith nodded in agreement, saying:

"Eggy, it’s time to stop messing around!"

The instant his command fell, numerous crimson eyes opened on the seemingly vanquished Twilight Three-headed Dragon, all converging into a deep red light.

Life Disintegration Ray!

Bam!

That moment, countless rays burst out from the three-headed Dragon in the sky, sweeping in all directions, the Corpse Net was promptly dissolved, and countless bodies melted into pools of blood.

In the midst of the blood rain, a torrent of grudges surged once again. The ones just consumed were merely half of what the cemetery housed.

At this instant, the remaining half was set alight instantaneously. The spirit energy fluctuation rose and spread, shaking the space and dragging the ancient Misty Holy City into the turmoil. The swirling heavy mist bubbled up, and a crimson dragon claw descended.

Life a falling pillar, Corpse Mountain instinctively tried to resist, summoning heaps and heaps of corpses to layer on top of each other and form a cone-shaped tower to penetrate the descending claw.

But in front of absolute power, all resistance was futile!

The corpse tower was instantly crushed from its apex, turning into dust. Amidst the screams of Corpse Mountain, it was squashed and sent hurtling deep into the ground.

A one-hit kill!

"Family...not together...can’t die..."

Incapacitated, Corpse Mountain let out a sharp cry, desperate to use the corpses to repair itself once again.

However, it saw that the crimson dragon claw that had pinned it shattered suddenly. The immense red light spots gathered and intertwined, forming a light sphere that descends slowly in front of the frightened eyes of Corpse Mountain.

Boom!

The moment it lands, a massive crimson pillar of light rose to the sky, spreading and shattering everything it comes in contact with.

Killing Technique—Red World Light!

The earth crumbled, coloring the world before its eyes in a hue of crimson red.

"So...so terrifying!"

Even the Priest of the Netherland was stunned. How could there be a trump card, just how many layers did Gary Smith had up his sleeve?

One must really fear death deeply to plan all these!

After a full half-minute, the light pillar finally dissipated, leaving behind an immense crater, with Corpse Mountain lying in it. Ninety percent of the corpses on it had been melted, leaving only a massive amount of nether soil. It was extremely weakened, barely clinging to life. The bizarre smile on the mask disappeared, leaving an empty void.

If it wasn’t for the newly formed second Corpse Mountain sacrificing itself, it would’ve turned into ash a moment ago.

Direct...

One-hit kill!

In the sky, having completely eradicated the grudge accumulated over hundreds of years by the cemetery, the three-headed dragon and the illusion of the Holy City disappeared as they lost their power source. Eggy, exhausted from the ordeal, fell straight down, safely caught by Gary Smith and tucked away in his arms.

"Coo!"

Eggy nuzzled into Gary Smith, its eyes shimmering with anticipation. Under the circumstance of being full, its intelligence far surpassed that of normal times, even began to think and yearned to be praised.

Gary Smith patted its shell and said softly:

"Good job!"

"Coo..."

Eggy squinted its eyes in joy, but due to the mental fatigue from manipulating so many grudges, it closed its eyes and fell asleep.

Nevertheless, whether it be the Priest of the Netherland or the villagers, no one dared to look down on this little guy with the appearance of a dragon egg.

It was just Eggy that summoned an illusion of the Misty Holy City moments ago, nearly destroying this entire area.

A true sinister dragon!

"Clap...clap...clap"

The sound of applause resonates, the Porcelain Masked Lady, her mask with the "Ж" pattern glowing red, admired Gary Smith, saying:

"I’m liking you more and more. We could have had an extended battle, but you had to be different, leading us straight to a spectacular conclusion, but...

The drama hasn’t ended yet. Now, you’ve lost your greatest support, while my Corpse Mountain isn’t dead yet, and I still have my pet. However, I don’t really want to kill you, I rather capture you and have you all to myself as my exclusive actor."

As she spoke, the Void Ghost Mask came closer, smirking menacingly.

Gary Smith remained unperturbed, about to speak when he noticed the white hair flying about in front of him. Dream of the Crimson Moon stepped forward, positioning herself in front of him. Mysterious marks emerged in her eyes, as she mirrored the ancient illusion.

She looked at the Masked Lady and the Void Ghost Mask, saying, word by word:

"He is mine!"

Her voice was calm, but contained a strong resolve.

No one was allowed to cross the line and hurt Gary Smith.

The Abyssal Demonic Eye too hovered by her side, baring its teeth, its sinister eyes glaring at the opposite side, utterly unafraid of the Void Ghost Mask’s pressure, continuously letting out roars.

It had seen far stronger creatures in the Abyss.

"President..."

Gary Smith felt somewhat touched. In dicey moments, a forceful Dream of the Crimson Moon indeed made one feel safe.

But although a beauty saving the hero was very cool, he still had backup plans. If he didn’t use them, it would appear as if he was a pushover...

"White hair, crimson eyes, a beast from the Abyss, with that face... I guessed right, it really is..."

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.