My Pet Beast is really not an Evil God-Chapter 52 - 49 Morning Star (Seeking Recommendations and Monthly Tickets)
Chapter 52 -49: Morning Star (Seeking Recommendations and Monthly Tickets)
Chapter 52 -49: Morning Star (Seeking Recommendations and Monthly Tickets)
Underneath the dome of heaven, the scenery appeared to be ominous and heavily clouded, resembling the serene calm just before a rainstorm.
The cold wind whistled, as if singing a bleak dirge of death.
The massive Soul-Devouring Demon Cloud wriggled slowly in the sky, heading closer to Abyss City.
It was quite the sight to behold, somewhat akin to an impending doom caused by a thunderstorm threatening to tear down the city.
Its monstrous body merely moved, stirring up a fierce wind.
“Could this creature truly be planning an attack on the city?”
Gary Smith wore a grave expression.
Putting aside the fact that friends like President Sol, Old Man Sinclair and others were still in the city, a calamity would certainly affect everyone.
Once Abyss City breaks down, it would become akin to many satellite towns invaded by demons decades ago, resulting in gruesome killings.
Everyone’s souls would end up becoming sustenance for this mysterious creature.
Losing the city’s protection would make survival in the dangerous wilderness extremely difficult.
Even sleep wouldn’t provide any respite from being on constant guard against demonic attacks.
Under such circumstances, a mental breakdown was inevitable, making it impossible to withstand an imminent Nightmare Demon attack.
However, all he could do was pick up his mobile phone to notify the Alliance to prepare for the worst.
As he was about to dial a number, he realized that the Soul-Devouring Demon Cloud had unexpectedly stopped.
In front of it, at the towering white building, countless harrier sculptures seemed to come alive, forming an open portal resembling starry skies.
Eleven illusory portals, closed for now, could also be seen around it.
All of a sudden, the scene had transformed into a massive funnel, channeling the radiance of a star cluster into a dazzling starry river hanging over the heavenly dome, which was breathtakingly beautiful.
“So beautiful!”
“Honey, hurry up and look at the stars!”
“Wow, what’s the Hundred Beasts Tower planning?
Is it some kind of ceremony?”
“…”
As it was rush-hour, several people witnessed this stunning light-show, which immediately caused a stir, prompting them to whip out their phones to take photos and share it on social media, sparking heated discussions.
They were completely oblivious to the looming danger.
The interior of the Star Cluster Beast Tower was, on the other hand, bracing for an impending enemy attack.
The main control room located at the top of the tower had numerous large screens currently flashing yellow high-energy alerts.
All Alliance staff members were busy locating the source of the problem.
Leading them was a middle-aged man in a white lab coat, holding a cup of coffee.
His hair was gray at his temples, and he bore a scar near his eye, which only added a sense of mature charm.
Among the chaos, he sipped his coffee calmly.
As if he were merely a bystander.
Click!
The sound of the door opening resonated as Charles Brown, the captain of Ash Squad, the seventeenth team of the special event and ecological combat department, led his team in.
He glanced at the man in front of the control panel and twitched at the corner of his mouth.
Regardless of when he arrived, this man always had a cup of coffee in hand.
But he still asked with a professional attitude:
“President Silas, have you found the energy source?
Is it the Cult of the Evil God again?”
The man standing before him was Vice Chairman Silas Davidson of the Abyss City Beastmaster Association—one of the top powerhouses in Abyss City.
He was a Morning Star Peak level expert ten years ago.
Silas Davidson took a sip of his coffee and replied leisurely: “It would seem so.
The energy fluctuation is coming from the direction of the Abandoned City District.”
“Abandoned City District!” Charles Brown’s face changed instantly, and he asked seriously, “Can it affect the seal?”
The Abandoned City District was abandoned not only because of heavy metal contamination but also because the underlings summoned by the Cult of the Evil God back then weren’t completely eliminated—they were sealed.
And because of the uniqueness of the sealing method, even they had always failed to handle it!
“Don’t worry, they might not know about the seal and the entity within, nearly akin to the[Upper Beings], after all, it happened several decades ago.” Silas Davidson shook his head and continued: “As long as the tower stands, the seal will persist, they are likely testing the tower’s strength, planning to target the city’s inhabitants.
You and the other special forces don’t need to go, I reckon these guys will go into hiding soon.”
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the energy reaction began to plummet rapidly, as if the intruder had left.
After a while, the energy reaction suddenly escalated once more, then completely vanished.
Apparently, they were repeatedly testing the limits of the Star Cluster Beast Tower!
“Damn it!”
Charles Brown clenched his fist, his face grim.
He would not be afraid of a direct opponent, even if he were an Overlord or something more powerful, he could utilize the power of the tower to annihilate or repel them.
However, the sort who kept hiding in the shadows was truly annoying.
“Don’t rush, when the beast enters the flock, it can’t help but reveal itself.
As hunters, we need to be patient, you’ll have to patrol more diligently in the meantime.”
Charles Brown nodded his agreement: “No problem.”
“Oh, right!” Silas Davidson turned back towards him and asked: “How are the
[unconventional items] on the lower floors of the tower doing?”
“We’ve checked…” Charles Brown carefully chose his words, unsure of how to describe it; at last, he said in a complex tone: “Most of them have retained their sanity.”
Silas Davidson nodded his understanding, not inclined to discuss this topic further and muttered with regret: “Alas, they won’t be back anytime soon, or else we wouldn’t have these troubles.”
Charles Brown nodded in understanding.
He knew who “they” were that Silas Davidson mentioned – The club president of the Abyss City BeastMaster Association and the rest of Abyss City’s top combat forces had been detained by that mission three months ago.
They were still preoccupied, stuck in a stalemate.
It was due to their absence that the city of millions, which had once been impregnable, began to show cracks.
Otherwise, the attacks and probes from the Cult of Evil God and demons had become increasingly frequent, requiring constant alertness.
Realizing this, Charles Brown felt a growing sense of urgency.
Just as he was about to take his team out to patrol the city, Silas Davidson’s voice echoed in his ear.
“To perform the sublimation ceremony in the Mother River requires extraordinary rationality and unwavering faith.
I look forward to seeing you become a Morning Star, basking in the glory of the Kings.”
“Quit blabbering; I’ll do my best.”
Charles Brown had a cigarette in his mouth and a wistful smile on his lips.
He waved his hand nonchalantly and left.
“This guy seems to be still dealing with the trauma from last time.
Any situation involving a taboo event is tough.
However, there’s no time to waste now.
Although the Gold Level spiritual metamorphosis can wipe out regular Golden Beastmasters, what ultimately dictates the trajectory of the battlefield are the powers above the Morning Star Level.”
Silas Davidson, staring at Charles Brown’s leaving figure, murmuring under his breath, his gaze profound:
“Hunters aren’t scared of beasts, but the biggest threat is when rats infiltrate the grain warehouse.
If the tower runs at high frequency, it’ll need more energy, and if the supply isn’t sufficient, it’ll turn into a weakness.
Let’s wait and see.
If we’re really short of energy, we should open up that place.
If it weren’t for the distortion of laws that occurs when BeastMasters of Gold Level or above enter, causing anomalies, I’d really be unwilling to let those young ones take risks…”
As he finished speaking, Silas Davidson took a sip of his coffee and found that his cup was empty.
He ordered his secretary:
“Another cup!”
The secretary, dressed in a black silk office uniform, gestured towards the empty coffee box: “President, we’ve finished the coffee, this was the tower’s last box.
We’ll have to wait until tomorrow if you want more.”
“What!?”
For the first time, the vice-chairman’s face displayed shock, even more so than hearing about the Cult of Evil God’s invasion.
Meanwhile, Gary Smith was also involved in a hair-raising mission…
