My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 364 - 148: Little Evil God Factory! Breeding all Clans! (Request for Monthly Tickets)_2

Chapter 364: Chapter 148: Little Evil God Factory! Breeding all Clans! (Request for Monthly Tickets)_2

Just as Gary Smith thought he would be watching an action movie for half a day, a sudden change occurred.

Hum!

An invisible pink mist spread out, containing a variety of wills, startling countless birds. However, it proved ineffective against creatures of curse life like the Curse Crow, but it provided a convenient opportunity for it to enter a state of invisibility through its spirit thread.

Just as Gary Smith thought that some ceremony was about to take place, in the dreamlike mist, those white cloths covering their faces fell off, floating in mid-air, revealing their real appearances to him.

Under that white cloth was a bizarre face with six bulging eyes, emitting a bloody red light. Many wriggling tentacles grew on both cheeks, and at the end of each tentacle was a tiny, active mouth.

It also had a mouth, but it was small and round. It protruded a thin, barbed tongue, like a snake sticking out its tongue, stretching it out and writhing it around the Tiger Head Beastman.

As it licked, it tore away large chunks of flesh and blood. The pleasure continued unabated, causing it to reveal a look of both pain and pleasure, but mostly...

Despair!

"What is this..."

Gary Smith’s pupils shrank slightly, somewhat incredulous.

"Ghost!"

Mousie let out a scream, shrinking its head.

Its first fear is darkness, followed by ghost-like things.

"Ying?"

Little Spider next to it was a bit confused, but since its master didn’t let it watch, it didn’t watch either, so it could only anxiously sit by.

In the scene, these Sons of Joy, revealed their true selves in the pink mist and their tongues began to elongate, gently measuring their prey until they reached the eyes, when they stopped. Then...

Just like a mosquito using its proboscis to draw blood, it forced its way in.

And even made a sucking sound!

Even Gary Smith felt a chill run through him just watching it. Yet, those in the scene seemed indifferent, neither wailing nor resisting, only revealing a look of delight as their bodies visibly withered at a visible pace.

But the pink mist began to expand, drawing out something from these life forms to fill itself, as if it was nurturing something.

Just as Gary Smith thought they were about to be consumed, these Sons of Joy stopped their actions, gently caressing these creatures and infusing them with some dark green fluid, making their bodies plump again.

Yet their mental will remained vague and chaotic, as if something had been taken away.

This scene, gave Gary Smith a first impression of...

Raising!

Much like how humans raise chickens and ducks, they would usually choose to pick up the laid eggs every day rather than kill them outright.

These Sons of Joy were also raising these beings, constantly extracting some mental or spiritual substance.

Moreover, this seemed to just be one base of the Order of Joy. There were a large number of such bases on a single street, and there were a total of eighteen streets named Joy Street, spread across the whole world.

Furthermore, there were rumored connections with the legendary King of Elysium, making people inevitably speculate,

Could this be...

They are farming all species? Grazing the world?

Gary Smith didn’t understand. Although the Eye of Truth could also be used through electronic devices, it had the need for closer distances and immediacy.

Therefore, he did not continue to probe rashly. After all, even Radiant Moon Tier, even giant level powers, had to be cautious of Joy Street. It was not a place a small fry like him could meddle in.

Moreover, they were following the rules. According to the code of Joy Street, anyone who violates the rules can be killed directly. However, they just extracted some mental will and breed them.

Although twisted and evil, as long as they didn’t lay hands on ordinary humans, Gary Smith would remain indifferent.

As adults, when they made mistakes, they had to pay the price.

As for reporting...heh heh...

An anonymous report certainly wouldn’t work. As for reporting in person... Gary Smith feared that the moment he reported it, the phone would ring in Joy Street.

After all, the King of Elysium represents the Supreme Council, one of the highest authorities of the Human Clan.

With this thought, Gary Smith lost any lingering intention to stay in Joy Street any longer. Once the Mutual Aid Trading Fair ended, he would leave immediately.

So he made the Curse Crow conceal its breath, preparing to leave quietly after the Sons of Joy finished their activities.

In the scene, the Sons of Joy started to dance joyously. Within the pink mist, countless butterflies converged, vaguely forming a portal of tree branches, giving off an illusory feeling.

Not a dream, but more like a mysterious domain constructed in spirit, where some figure was getting closer.

Just as Gary Smith prepared to continue watching, these Sons of Joy suddenly paused. Their blood-red eyes suddenly turned towards him, or rather, the location of the Curse Crow.

An enchanting voice rang out beside the Curse Crow:

"There’s a little one peeking!"

The leading Son of Joy, the only one worthy of being called a Saintess of Elysium, had already come to their side.

They’ve been found!

Gary Smith’s heart jumped. He didn’t expect these guys to have such acute senses, but he wasn’t scared. Instead, he became even calmer, commanding Little Spider to make the Curse Crow self-destruct without hesitation.

Bang!

The invisible spirit thread exploded, and powerful spirit energy swept in all directions. The surprised Son of Joy, who was prepared to catch the Curse Crow, had an arm blasted away, and along with a large amount of rubble that was shattered.

Even though the accompanying curse that was aimed at blood and flesh instantly detonated, it had no effect at all on the Saintess of Elysium.

Because its essence is not a body of flesh and blood!

Sss Sss!