My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God
Chapter 1024 - 308: The Evil God Descends! The Meadow Evolves! The Chaos Egg Goes on a Killing Spree (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 1024: Chapter 308: The Evil God Descends! The Meadow Evolves! The Chaos Egg Goes on a Killing Spree (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"A sacrifice?" The Great Mother’s skull sneered, "You are not a follower of my cult, unable to sense my lord, not to mention that the altar has already been destroyed. Prepare to face the wrath of my offspring..."

Smack!

Gary Smith snapped his fingers.

The nine moon altars that had previously been shattered were suddenly activated, bursting with dazzling moonlight. Numerous ceremonial nodes sparkled, and amidst the Great Mother’s astonished expression, the ancient sacrifice ceremony began to turn.

Boom!

A pillar of light shot up into the sky, and the vast spiritual energy from the accumulated moon materials erupted, resonating with the Eternal Moon in the heavens... or more precisely, with the Month of Fertility within it.

"When were the altars repaired!?"

This scene left everyone in shock.

These altars had been destroyed by them and Gary Smith personally; even the Great Mother couldn’t use them, so how could they be operational now?

Just how many more tricks did Gary Smith have up his sleeve?

Could it be... that the previous destruction of the altars was all an illusion?

Everyone was beginning to doubt their reality; was the world they were living in truly real?

How could someone seemingly cheat so easily while they were like NPCs created for players to enjoy?

Little did they know, under the nine altars, Mouse Incarnations dressed as worker rats lay on the ground, panting and sweating as their little paws wiped their brows.

"Finally done with the work!"

They were commanded at the moment of crisis. From the time the altars were destroyed, they had already been hiding within, waiting for the Great Mother to leave and then starting their work.

Although they had the repair blueprint obtained from the Eye of Truth by Gary Smith, repairing the altars was a delicate task that required a lot of effort.

Fortunately, just like Mousie, the Mouse Incarnations were unreliable on a normal day but exceptionally strong in a crucial moment.

Under their frantic efforts, they managed to finish the repair work of all the shattered altars just as Gary Smith defeated the Great Mother.

Although they weren’t back to their former complete state, they were operational enough to carry out the sacrifice ceremony.

But they were far from happy, filled with grievances instead.

"I’m so exhausted. It was the Cultivator himself who was given this task, but he outsourced it to us. In the end, he’s the one getting rewards, head pats and hugging, which is too much! When we get back, we must demand a salary from that shameless guy!"

"That’s right, our work for the Cultivator is voluntary, but the original should consciously give us compensation."

"We established the union to fight for the brothers’ rights. We absolutely can’t let that stingy rat shortchange us anymore!"

"Right, right, right. When the time comes, I want a bag of potato chips and a bottle of Fat zhai happy water!"

"You have no ambition. After all the important work we’ve done, we should get at least two bags of potato chips, or else we strike!"

"The original isn’t having an easy time either..."

One Mouse Incarnation began to speak; in the next moment, the rest stared at it with suspicious eyes.

Defending the Capitalist? Suspicious!

Faced with the wary eyes of its counterparts, this Mouse Incarnation smiled slightly, speaking calmly,

"The bank account of the original is already stretched to its limit. Demanding directly could trigger a bank run and bankruptcy. Even if we hung him up on a streetlamp, it wouldn’t mean anything if our benefits aren’t secured.

Better to keep quiet for a few days, wait until the Cultivator gives the original his allowance, and then demand it, saying that he needs to make up for the interest on the overdue salary due to his negligence.

That way, we could get a few more bags of potato chips. Although it’s not much, it can serve as a reward for the union to recognize our excellent Mousies, boosting everyone’s fighting spirit, while attracting more comrades. Even with the best of ideals, we need to eat to have hope in life, don’t you think?"

"Well said!"

"It makes sense! How did I not think of this earlier? It’s all because the original has been bringing down my intelligence!"

"Agreed, among us brother worker rats, there’s such a clever one. We are truly thriving!"

"I propose that this Mouse Incarnation be our leader. Then we’ll earn more and more!"One Mouse Incarnation said with a naive expression.

"I also support this excellent Mousie!" a voice rang out from behind them.

"If you all support it... then I support it too!"

Unbeknownst to Mousie, a portion of the union’s Mouse Incarnations had already elected an excellent leader.

And this Mouse Incarnation was one of the Capitalist Rats!

It had already thought of excuses to fool Mousie, planning to invest some potato chips as operating funds to attract more power, and then...

To gain more benefits!

Meanwhile, outside.

Zedd River and other ally forces, afraid that Gary Smith would go on a rampage and slap them too, only brought the bound Saintess Candidate and the survivors to a safe distance.

"He’s exceedingly cunning!" murmured Emma Walker, unfortunately she could no longer sway the "Human Heart" due to being covered in spider silk.

"Monster!"

"This guy really has some nerve!"

"Using the power of the Evil God to eliminate the moon clan is truly a stroke of genius!"

The rest of the Saintess Candidates were amazed, feeling like fools in front of Gary Smith.

However, was Gary Smith really planning to summon the Evil God to eliminate the Moon Roaring Demon without fearing that it would bring an even greater catastrophe?

While they were busy discussing, Ginger Thorn stared blankly at Gary Smith’s silhouette; in her mind, he had completely merged with the figure she had seen in Dreamland.

Of course, she wouldn’t think like the others, assuming that Gary Smith was truly greedy.

He was the hero who spoke out for ordinary people, possessing noble character, only clad in an outer shell to protect himself.