My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 434 - 165: Ruthless Crushing! Little Spider’s Evolution Opportunity (Request for Monthly Tickets)_4

Chapter 434: Chapter 165: Ruthless Crushing! Little Spider’s Evolution Opportunity (Request for Monthly Tickets)_4

Boom!

The Civilization Stick was swung down forcefully, accompanied by a thunderous bang and a spray of shattered stones, instantly smashing half of its figure into the earth, akin to planting a bloated radish. Its flesh became a bloody mess, a pitiful spectacle.

Having done this, Gary Smith leisurely pulled the Civilization Stick from its eye socket, tapped on its head, and warned:

"No more exceptions... Well, bear this in mind in your next life!"

With that, he slowly lifted the Civilization Stick, preparing to deliver the lethal blow!

"Dammit, quickly rescue the Club President!"

The group from the Negative Monarch Society, upon seeing this scene, finally recovered from the shock and were in utter panic.

However, just as a few of the curse binder masters were about to make a move, they suddenly heard a piercing cry!

The Curse Crows, which had been hovering above the enigmatic meadow, suddenly descended like furious angels of death.

With their arrival, all the members of the Negative Monarch Society either had their bodies suddenly manifesting cracks, leaking copious amounts of blood, instantly turning them into a bloody mess; or their bodies rapidly decaying into a pool of rotten flesh amidst painful screams!

Bleeding Curse!

Corruption Curse!

"Are these crows... Cursed Beasts!?"

The curse binders was aghast. Just as they were about to make a move, they saw a grey-white Curse Crow appearing in the sky, its indifferent gaze looking down upon them.

Merely a single glance made everyone feel the breath of death, subconsciously wishing to take a step back, only to find themselves immobilized. Looking down in horror:

"This is..."

They discovered that their bodies had all along been petrified into stone statues, their terrified expressions solidified and subsequently shattering into a pile of rubble.

Petrification Curse!

So-called curse binder masters were nothing but ants in front of it.

A few Cursed Beasts, having lost the suppression of the curse binders, managed to break free. Among them was a person-faced grass that was about to indulge in a deranged laughter, only to get its body pierced by sharp claws, held firm, and lifted into the air.

After devouring the curse power contained within the Lock of the Mundane World, the power of the Curse Crows was also elevated, reaching the Golden Peak level. With their inherent Sovereign Spirit traits, they were even superior to high-ranking beings of their kind, more resembling a natural predator.

"S-so... s-strong!"

This gruesome scene made Edward Whitehair shudder, who was escaping after suffering heavy injuries due to Benjamin Harris.

These Catastrophic Beasts, that are typically terrifying to ordinary people, were being hunted down by the Curse Crows overhead, appearing as vulnerable and helpless as rabbits.

And all these were presumably mere servants of that mysterious silhouette.

Moreover, as numerous members of the Negative Monarch Society died, streaks of blue soul light were absorbed, turning the meadow into a lush grassland.

Despite its vibrant appearance, it sent chills down everyone’s spine, causing an undeniable sense of dread.

Just what kind of monster did they unleash...?

"It’s time for this to end!"

Despite the attention of others, Gary Smith slowly raised his stick, preparing to send him to his final resting place.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The stick curved through the air and the moment it was about to descend, Benjamin Harris’ remaining eye popped open and he roared:

"I refuse to accept this!"

Next moment, a deafening frog call erupted from the Toad Altar embedded in the half of his back that was planted into the ground.

Boom!

The soundwaves, filled with terrifying vibrations, spread numerous cracks on the surface and shattered the ground instantly, helping him escape from beneath and soar high into the air.

"Sacrifice!"

Making a resolute choice, Benjamin got the eerie sacrificial patterns to manifest on the Toad Altar behind him. After sacrificing the toad Cursed Beast and enabling a large amount of life energy to fade away, he obtained a massive curse power equal to a Curse God General Level, which he then poured into the body of the Drowning Beast.

Boom!

The flood of dark water surged drastically. If it was previously a stream of water, it now became a raging river, flowing incessantly with an overwhelming presence!

Swoosh!

A mighty surge of drowning curse power transformed into a colossal black water serpent tens of meters long. With its razor-sharp tusks and a terrifying maw, it lunged ferociously at Gary Smith!

"Such flashiness."

As Gary Smith lightly tapped the blood-soaked Civilization Stick onto the ground, a tear in the void appeared behind him. A gigantic Eye of the Void emerged, indifferent and emotionless, much like the eye of an ancient God overseeing life.

Whoosh!

A beam of void energy shot out and struck the black snake, causing a large spread of crystals to rapidly form and freeze it mid-air. With a ’bang,’ it exploded and turned into a shower of crystal powder that decorated the sky magnificently.

"This strength...it surpasses a regular Deity of Curse, nearing the King of Curses..."

Benjamin Harris was frenzied, his worldview crumbling at this moment. That’s because he realized the person in front of him seemed to be a... freewebnoveℓ.com

Human!

"I can’t believe..."

As Benjamin Harris screamed out in anger, but before he could utter a word, he was seized by a gigantic Thousand-faced Soul Tree Roots formed hand. With a brutal squeeze, he turned into a mist of blood.

The Drowning Cursed Beast tried to run, but it was pierced and devoured by the Spirit King Curse Line. A Drowning Curse was added to the skills list.

These cursed beasts are excellent nourishment for Little Spider!

"This person actually used an avatar curse on himself, creating multiple versions of himself using the characteristics of a curse. This person is ruthless indeed..."

Gary Smith was calm throughout. Since the beginning, he saw the essence of his opponent through the Eye of Truth: a mere product of the Avatar Curse.

This was nowhere near certain special Incarnation skills. A curse is referred to as such due to its negative effects and uncontrollability.

The Benjamin Harris born from the curse, they don’t have any precedence or subordination. Each is the real him, an independent entity inheriting his obsession and madness.

Their motivation is to chase their ultimate dream, preserving even the slightest hint of hope and sparks of life!

If the path of promotion required them to obliterate their avatars, they wouldn’t hesitate in the slightest!

The restrictions of the Small World are on the peak of power, not wisdom, hence some unexpected heroes will appear!

However, Gary Smith wasn’t bothered. After all, the "Benjamin Harris" that offended him was killed, which was good enough for him. His goal was just to harvest a great amount of resources.

Having just allowed Mousie to use the Thousand-faced Soul Tree to devour and read the memories of the members of the Negative Monarch Society, he has already grasped the language of this world and a large amount of information.

He now knows about the King of Curses, the Cursed Beasts, the Kingdom, the White Orthodox Church, and more. The value of this world was much more significant than he had estimated.

In particular, the Cursed Beasts, unique curse organisms, could be devoured by the [Spirit King Curse Line], which gave him hope in Little Spider attaining Legendary Level Skills and becoming the second within the team to own such skills!

Perhaps a special Curse Technique evolution could be initiated!

He had also found out about the identity of Edward Whitehair. He was the original owner of this Graveyard, a descendant of the [Catastrophic Beast]: Curse Deity General, a group of...

Weaklings!

Thinking of this, Gary Smith turned his gaze towards them.

These guys... What should he do with them?

As Gary Smith was pondering, Edward Whitehair suddenly stepped forward, walking towards him.

"Our... Tribe..."

The clan members behind, seeing this scene, wanted to persuade him to come back. But upon seeing the Curse Crows, who have easily wiped out the Negative Monarch Society, they held their tongues in fear and trembled uncontrollably.

They feared not only the Curse Crows but also worried about Edward Whitehair’s actions.

Did the clan leader know he was on a path of certain death, and therefore he wanted to challenge this terrifying being to maintain the last dignity of their clan?

Thinking of this, they visualized their impending pathetic fate, tangled with curses and dying!

The so-called family honor, at this moment, became a shackle.

Was it not a form of a curse?

Just as everyone was in fear and trepidation, Edward Whitehair, under the watchful eyes of the Curse Crows, held his spine erect. With each step he took forward under their playful gaze, his gaze became increasingly resolute.

When he was only five meters away from Gary Smith, he stopped. Looking at the elegant silhouette in front of him, he made a certain decision in his heart. His stiff spine suddenly bent, and he kneeled on one knee with his head lowered, respectfully saying:

"Descendant of the sinner, I respectfully welcome the great..."

"Immortal King!"