My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 967 - 294: Destroy the World’s Death Knell! Looting a Realm! Gary Smith Makes a Killing! (Seeking Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 967: Chapter 294: Destroy the World’s Death Knell! Looting a Realm! Gary Smith Makes a Killing! (Seeking Monthly Ticket)

Above the Azure Sky, the Dark Moon plunged,

more obscure than any fall before!

The Golden Moon had been thoroughly devoured, no longer showering moonlight, but rather spreading vast amounts of Black Fog, like tentacles or the slender arms of a woman, ceaselessly dancing.

It imbued an unspeakable terror!

Boom!

It slowly descended, and the closer it got to the Great Earth, the more violently the Black Tide surged, like tumultuous waves, swallowing the radiance of the Star Cluster, casting a black veil over The World.

Dim...Silent...

Like a vision of the apocalypse!

"Roar!"

A mass of Cursed Beasts burst forth from the Black Fog, sweeping over the Royal City and even other cities. Thankfully, more than two hundred years of struggle ensured that the Human Species did not forget the importance of protecting their "fences"; all city walls contained Golden Material, capable of withstanding the Cursed Beasts’ corrosion for a time.

Unfortunately, Gold could contain Curse Techniques, but not the sand, Mud, and trees whipped up by Curse power. They continued to slam against the walls, causing violent tremors.

"Why did the Dark Moon suddenly fall?"

"Why has the Black Tide suddenly reached its Peak?"

"The Kings of Curses are returning, quick, hide in cellars!"

"My Family doesn’t have any Gold, who can sell me some? I am willing to trade all my Money for it!"

"..."

Within the Royal City, whether commoners, Nobles, or the Royal Family, even Curse God General Level binder masters, all felt an age-old fear of being dominated by higher beings.

But the difference was, the Nobles still had an escape; the commoners could only shiver in fear, praying for the Kingdom, White Orthodox Church, or even unnamed Deities to save them!

"The Dark Moon falls, the Kings descend!" Jenny Han murmured, her body unable to stop shaking.

It was the instinctive fear inherited through countless separations and devourings, where the Human Species had been treated like Livestock for two hundred years.

Gary Smith’s expression was calm, as everything was within expectation.

The Curse Mouth of Fate was a bell left by the Sovereign Spirit of Words; each use was a call to the Kings of Curses to feast.

Only after being sated would their desire to feed reduce to its lowest.

But as the fourth Pope, Zack White strengthened the effect of the Curse Mouth of Fate through the regularities of blood and bone curses, effectively fitting it with a horn, multiplying its sound wave effects by hundreds of times.

Even if the Kings of Curses weren’t hungry, they would feed again driven by instinct and become even more ravenous.

Zack White committed suicide because as a guardian, he had struck...

The death knell of The World!

The White Orthodox Church was not just the guardian but the Chief Culprit that brought destruction.

The pain born from this mental collapse was far worse than Death!

Jenny Han snapped back from her panic and realized another problem.

If the Kings of Curses were to farm Humans, continuously harvesting to fill the Curse,

then what role did Mr. Door play in hastening the tolling of the death knell, in searching for the Kings of Curses?

Was it to assimilate with them? To hunt? Or perhaps...

Destroy the World?

What was Mr. Door’s Curse?

Jenny Han did not know, and she was also unaware of the existence of the High-Level World, but one thing she understood.

Everything of the present was granted by Mr. Door. Had it not been for him, she would have died twenty years ago.

Jenny Han looked up at Gary Smith respectfully and asked, "Mr. Door, where should we go next?"

She was mentally prepared that even if it was to Destroy the World, she would become Mr. Door’s most loyal hound.

Not knowing if what follows is entering the Black Tide, or to first annihilate the Royal Family, thrusting the Human Clan into utter Chaos.

If it’s the latter, she needs to act decisively...

"Go meet your Ancestor!"

"Hmm, by your command... Huh?"

Jenny Han nodded first then raised her head in confusion, feeling somehow scolded.

However, she did not overthink it; Mr. Door was so polite and amiable, he wouldn’t randomly scold someone. It must be taken literally.

Her Ancient Ancestor, wasn’t he already dead?

And Mr. Door had excavated from the Graveyard; surely his bones were now ash?

Gary Smith did not explain but looked toward the massive Statue at the center of the Church, chuckling lightly:

"The game of hide and seek, it’s time to end."

As he spoke, Gary Smith’s eyes shimmered with Pure White Radiant.

Witness Art!

Cra-crack!

This Statue, sculpted by top artists with precious Jade and Curse Technique materials, acquired by numerous believers, now revealed countless cracks.

Next moment, it shed countless fragments, Golden Powder scattered, Gold leaves fluttered, revealing inside...

A formidable Ice Sculpture infused with Curse power!

Encased within was a man in his forties wearing Red Armor intricately marked with Curse Technique patterns, handsome in appearance.

The moment Jenny Han laid eyes on him, her pupils constricted to pinpoints, for she knew this man all too well, having worshiped him in portraits enshrined by her Family for decades.

He was the Ancestor of the Han Family, renowned as the top-tier Curse Deity General, "Catastrophic Beast."

Jeffrey Han!

For over a hundred years, the Han Family stood guard over the Earth curse coffin, and had even been attacked by the Dark Lord Association, nearly leading to their family’s extinction. Yet unbeknownst to them, their true Ancestor had been slumbering in the Grand Cathedral of the White Orthodox Church all along!

But Jenny Han quickly realized a problem:

"My Ancestor’s Lifespan..."

By conventional reckoning, Jeffrey Han’s lifespan should have far exceeded a hundred and fifty years; how could he be alive to this day?

"He delayed the aging of his body’s functions by achieving a balance between the Ice Sealed Curse Spirit and his own Robbery Fire Curse Spirit.

Don’t be fooled by his longevity; aside from being conscious, he couldn’t move, be awake for long periods, nor leave the ice block, or he would age rapidly and suffer the backlash of both Curses. In reality, he was no different from the dead."