My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 972 - 295: Mousie Begs for Ennoblement! The Lord of Curse Moon! A Great Divine Power from the Mother River (Seeking Monthly Ticket)_2

Chapter 972: Chapter 295: Mousie Begs for Ennoblement! The Lord of Curse Moon! A Great Divine Power from the Mother River (Seeking Monthly Ticket)_2

Unable to defeat them in combat or kill them all, shattering one only serves as nourishment for the remaining cursed beasts, bringing forth even stronger enemies.

All that remained was despair!

Mousie, upon hearing this, suddenly had an epiphany and sneered, "A mere cursed beast cannot stump Mousie, behold my sure-kill technique..."

"Little Spider!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The Little Spider perched on Gary Smith’s shoulder slightly raised its hand, and countless black spirit threads descended, effortlessly piercing and devouring the cursed beasts, along with swallowing the fragments of the curses.

Though cursed beasts do not fear death, that is because of the existence of the Indestructible Attribute, which allows them to continually repair themselves.

But Little Spider possesses the "Spirit King Curse Line," which, in a sense, equates to being a supreme King of Curses!

It directly devoured the adversaries, merging their curses within itself!

This adheres to the cursed beasts’ law of devouring!

That which is consumed cannot be created from nothing!

"Together with Little Spider, I kill chaotically, cackling... Aoaoao!"

Mousie, in the form of a Third Disaster Peacock, squawked loudly, continuing to fly toward the direction where the Dark Moon was descending, encountering hordes of cursed beasts numerous enough to overwhelm an entire kingdom along the way.

Beyond elemental curses like metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, or wind, thunder, rain, and lightning, there were also curses like disease, famine, blindness, as if encompassing an entire world’s rules.

While individually weak, they were extremely peculiar.

For Little Spider, it was also a considerable threat that ended up...

Feeding it to fullness!

"Burp~"

Little Spider couldn’t help but burp contentedly, a blush rising on its fair, jade-like face, strikingly beautiful, it turned its head away embarrassedly.

It didn’t want its master to see its unsightly side!

After devouring many cursed beasts, the "Spirit King Curse Line" accrues a multitude of curses, yet the skills listed underneath aren’t disorganized.

As most curses wielded by the cursed beasts, such as self-immolation, thirst, and heartburn, are essentially fire attribute curses, they can be assimilated by a more powerful, superior curse.

Therefore, Little Spider’s previously studied Minor Five Elemental Curse Lines have transformed into the Major Five Elemental Curse Lines, with their power doubling at least.

Countless spirit threads reflect behind, each swelling to the thickness of ship ropes, forming silk threads of countless spirit worm cocoons, growing significantly in size upon nourishment from A-Liang, with the Mark of Black Moon on the surface of the cocoons increasingly distinct.

Next, Gary Smith continued to harvest cursed beasts.

In just half a day, Little Spider had devoured all the cursed beasts within ten thousand miles, making the black tide itself quiet and the fog thin.

A sense of déjà vu that couldn’t be spit out!

"It seems like there’s a limit to the number of cursed beasts!"

Gary Smith didn’t specifically go looking for them, as per Little Spider’s feedback, the "Spirit King Curse Line" had evolved to its limit.

Devouring ordinary cursed beasts had become almost inconsequential; a stronger curse was needed as the pillar to fuse all the curses together.

Only then could it advance to a legendary skill!

In short, what is needed is...

The King of Curses!

"But we’ve flown tens of thousands of miles, why haven’t we reached the central hub yet? The Dark Moon is sinking in this direction, could it be the black fog has the effect of inverting space?"

Gary Smith pondered, but since the origin of the black fog is related to the Mastermind, even the Eye of Truth couldn’t discern specific information.

Fortunately, he possessed the Curse Mouth, a body differentiated from the first King of Curses, which could be used to trace back to the source.

Hum!

Gary Smith took out the Curse Mouth wrapped in spirit threads, infused it with Primordial Starry Sky Spirit Power, and in an instant, the surrounding black fog boiled over as if curtains were drawn during a performance, clarifying the world.

The vision broadened!

A special path emerged!

Mousie plunged headfirst into it and flew swiftly but soon stopped, gazing ahead in shock.

"This is..."

Gary Smith was also drawn to what he saw ahead, his pupils trembling slightly.

For looming not far away was an unimaginably vast...

Black Color Moon!

Just like a real Moon had been plucked down, silently floating mid-air, and still slowly revolving, emitting tremendous lunar gravity that caused the Great Earth to erode and sink bit by bit, lifting heavy sands to blend into it.

Fortunately, there was no enhancement of the tidal force, which could easily trigger tidal locking, and even without cursed beasts, the entire Beast Curse Realm’s sea could transform into a devastating seaquake under tidal forces.

Gary Smith’s thoughts swirled, the super vision augmentation from the Eye of Truth allowing further observation of the colossal Dark Moon. He could see the black tide had already covered the Moon’s cratered surface, forcibly staining it.

And upon that dark surface, large forms lay dormant, resting silently on the Dark Moon.

They were...

The remaining six Kings of Curses!

Such as the dark giant with a nose, [Abi King], with two vast nostrils like gates of Hell, located at the center of the Moon’s surface.

Its curse was the Abi Curse, which with every breath, rapidly eroded the life force until only a nose demon remained. Within breaths, it could devour all life around it, turning everything into a hell on earth.

Above it, there lay the [Myriad Beard King], whose every hair strand was more massive than even colossal dragons, entwined together with hair ends split into five segments like vile insect feeders, exposing greedy voids, cursed with the Myriad Beard Curse.

Once cursed, every bit of hair on one’s body, including the downy hairs, would instantaneously animate, sinking roots into the flesh as if it were a field, drawing sustenance to rapidly grow into strange myriad bearded creatures. Merely coming within a hundred meters would defile, and in the blink of an eye, a million could be infected, a city’s hair turning into a death zone.