My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 89 - 79: The Dead Thorn Royal City! Sacred Relic! (Please subscribe)_2

Chapter 89: Chapter 79: The Dead Thorn Royal City! Sacred Relic! (Please subscribe)_2

The Void Thorn Fortress... now it could only consolidate a small portion, it’s more like a shrunken version, it’d be more accurate to call it the [Void Thorn Shield].

However, with the help of the Eye of Truth, it already has the potential to become the prototype of a Mystical Skill.

Mystical skills are powerful abilities formed by several mastery-level combined techniques or several perfect-level skills. The top-notch mystical skills can even stand alongside legendary skills.

In the future, as the proficiency of the skills improves, more suitable skills can be incorporated with the help of the Eye of Truth, such as [Void Beam], [Spirit Puppetry Thread], etc. It’s entirely possible to build a truly Void Thorn Fortress made up of various silk threads and traversing the void!

One void cannon erases the demonic domain, one buffer crushes the world.

After the battle, Gary Smith looked at James Caldwell, who was slumped on the ground, took out a healing spray and bandage and put them next to him. The latter’s dull eyes flickered and said:

"Thank you!"

His voice was hoarse, laden with exhaustion. It seemed that seeing Gary kill the Limb Demon, he no longer had the desire to live.

Gary nodded but didn’t speak any words of comfort.

They’re all adults, exploring the wilderness was their choice. If they chose this path, they must be prepared for death.

The Healing Spray was left by his parents on the motorcycle before. However, he now has the [Life Bubbles] so he doesn’t need it anymore.

Instead of letting it expire, it’s better to give it to someone in need.

As long as it doesn’t jeopardize his own interests, he does as he pleases, aiding when he wants to aid.

Furthermore, most of the demons along the way have already been wiped out by the adventurers. It’s not difficult for the other party to live and return, it all depends on his will to survive.

Gary mounted his motorcycle, assisted Mousie in adjusting his helmet, then reminded him:

"If you continue to wallow in self-pity, your friend might really bleed out."

With that, the motorcycle sped off pulling the large cocoons, and James Caldwell was jolted awake.

Bleeding out?

Old Andrew had been reduced to a pulp, Mason Harris was shot into a sieve, William River had his head smashed in, there’s no way they could survive...the only one left...

"Charles Shaw!"

James reacted, mustered all his strength to stand up, took the healing spray and bandages with his remaining hand, and staggered over. He finally found Charles, who was gasping for breath, in a thicket.

Charles was pale, unconscious from excessive blood loss. This frightened James into scrambling to treat the wounds. His one hand had been shattered, making it very difficult to bandage up.

"We made it..."

Seeing Charles gradually come back to life, James wept with joy and a bit of panic...

If Charles had died, that would’ve been it. But now that he’s alive, they have to face the families of the other three, face their accusations and disappointed stares.

The thought of that scene almost caused his sanity to crumble, made him shiver uncontrollably. The regret in his heart ate at his soul like a venomous snake.

"Hold on, I remember now. My dad once told me that my grandfather was once a grand cultivator in a top-notch sect, but after losing a confrontation, he lay low and hid in Abyss City. He was afraid of being hunted down, didn’t dare to use his power, didn’t even dare to leave an inheritance."

But just before he died, he told my dad that he had taken a Sacred Relic before he fled in despair. It was said that it could make up for all regrets and fulfill wishes...I wonder, where did he hide it..."

James, like a drowning man clutching at straws, his eyes bloodshot, muttered madly:

"I can’t remember...I really can’t... But it doesn’t matter, I can look in my grandfather’s coffin, fulfill my wish and then pass it to the benefactor. We’ll continue to live peaceful lives. I will definitely! Definitely take all of you back home..."

.........

On the other hand, Gary Smith was unaware that James had turned into a filial son, ready to dig up his ancestor’s coffin.

He had come to a secluded place to park, looking at the large cocoon that wrapped the Crab Claw Limb Demon, he said:

"Unravel."

"Cough, cough..."

Little Spider waved its hand, the spider silk disintegrated, and the Crab Claw Limb Demon lay on the ground, gasping for breath madly, breathing the fresh air. After all, the Limb Replacement Ability isn’t omnipotent. It grafts the limbs of extraordinary beings, disguises and controls them as the original owner, but can’t continue to enhance its power.

The ability to trim a frog’s skin and thereby obtain the ability to breathe through skin is called the Power of Infinite Evolution.

The moment it caught its breath it wanted to escape, but as soon as it took a step, it was penetrated by spider silk and nailed to the ground, howling in pain:

"Ahhhh, let...let me go!"

Gary Smith stood over it, saying indifferently, "Those people you tortured to death also pleaded the same. But I didn’t see you show them any mercy. You should not be foolish enough to think otherwise... you’re going to die, so I’ll give you a chance. Answer some questions honestly and I’ll let you die quickly."

The reason he spared a life was that Gary felt something was off with the Limb Demons’ behavior.

According to the style of the former Wings of Flesh Demon Thieves, they basically switched locations after every attack like slippery loaches, which was why they hadn’t been caught and exterminated by the Special Section.

However, these four Limb Demons went out of their way to lay out the Mist Formation. Moreover, the Fog Crow heard them collecting Beastmaster’s hearts and brain marrow, as if the Demon Thief Gang Leader wanted to hold some sort of sinister ceremony.