The Demon King is unfathomable

Chapter 568 The Hungry God

Hungry……

So hungry!

Bathed in the horrified gazes of the humans and dwarves, Mok roared with his head raised, while his stomach churned silently.

That deep-seated hunger doesn't come entirely from an empty stomach, but more from a void deep within the soul.

He felt as if a thousand mouths had sprung up all over his body, and from every inch of his skin, every muscle, and even the gaps between every bone, countless greedy wills were howling madly, endlessly tearing at his reason...

All of this stemmed from three months ago when, filled with a thirst for power, he drank the "blood of the gods" that Ormon had given him, after which his consciousness fell into a long void.

He drifted between sleep and wakefulness, like a fetus growing in amniotic fluid, or a larva sealed in amber.

It wasn't until just now that a sliver of light shining through a crack in the rock finally woke his heavy eyelids.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had completely transformed into another majestic being, as towering as a mountain, and even the majestic flesh and blood royal court had become an ant under the tree.

A sinister smile slowly bloomed on his already distorted and enormous face.

Omon hadn't lied to him after all!

The blood of the gods not only reshaped his mortal body, but also transformed him into an existence even more terrifying than the Gluttonous Rat, Gero!

After all, the statue of Gerlo in the Flesh and Blood Royal Court was only five meters tall, while his current body was more than a hundred times larger than that statue!
He became a true god—

Moreover, he is a god walking in the mortal world!
"Roar--!"

Mok raised his enormous rat head and let out a roar that shook the earth. The sound wave, like a tangible shockwave, even shattered the nearby mountain peaks.

He felt every inch of his flesh stretching and writhing, and on his back and abdomen, there were both strong male muscle fibers and the warm bed of female reproduction.

Countless purplish-black crystals bulged on his skin like abscesses, and then burst.

With the spray of slime, one after another, aberrations bearing crystal tumors crawled out of his flesh, emitting sharp screechs, and fell continuously onto the blood-scented battlefield!
That's what's been happening ever since he fell into a deep sleep.

A powerful figure from the Academy entrusted his body to one of his clan warlords, instructing them to take good care of him.

"If you still want to prove you're of any use to us, then stop the combined forces of the three races at all costs."

'As for your reinforcements, your leader will produce them for you.'

The crystalline aberrations that kept emerging to fight against the human coalition on the front lines originated from his body.

The ratmen who surrounded him were both terrified of his aura and worshipped him as Gellow's mortal incarnation.

In order to gain more manpower and restore the confidence of their northern allies, the ratmen had no choice but to frantically fill the Flesh and Blood Court with countless corpses and living sacrifices.

Interestingly.

The ratman warlords soon discovered that, for their leader, who had become a breeding tool, ratman offerings were significantly more delicious than those for humans, dwarves, and lizardmen.

And it's even easier to obtain!

This is why many prisoners of war were able to survive.

Even though the Skaven had abandoned the Carrion Clan, the Skaven still fantasized that the Skaven would change their minds and use them again. In the minds of the disorganized Skaven commanders, the Lions, who were starving and eating long loaves of bread, were their bargaining chips.

With a constant supply of slave rats, Mok thrived and did not starve to death during the long period of mutation.

The Skaven warlords of the Carrion Clan successfully held their almost unbreakable defenses, preventing them from being crushed by the combined forces of the three races.

Now, the sleeping Mok has awakened.

He looked down at his feet, watching the little mice scatter like startled birds, and uttered a low murmur like muffled thunder.

Why did you run away? My children.

Mok stretched out his enormous, sky-covering claw and gently scooped up hundreds of screaming ratmen in his palm.

They struggled and cried out, like a swarm of helpless ants, both slave rats and clan rats huddled together.

Mok grinned greedily and mercifully as he threw the "snacks" into the gaping maw that could swallow the city gate whole.

Bang——

The sound of chewing echoed through the valley.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, turning into a red waterfall.

After a hearty meal, Mok let out a joyful groan, the pleasant sound echoing above the heads of every living being on the battlefield.

"Return to the embrace of Mother Goddess..."

"Heaven is in my stomach."

……

The front lines of the battlefield, deep within Death Valley.

The thick fog was forcibly dispersed by the roar, revealing the enormous body that had been submerged in the black mist.

Even from several kilometers away, the suffocating sense of oppression still made everyone's hearts sink and they couldn't help but feel a chill.

With the bone staff in his hand hanging slightly, Yi Ye Zhi Qiu gazed at the writhing mountain of flesh in the distance, a hint of surprise flickering in the soul fire within his skull.

"Good guy..."

The world boss has spawned?!

It seemed to confirm his guess.

Almost at the same time, a light blue, semi-transparent pop-up window appeared in the center of every player's field of vision.

[The legendary boss "Gluttonous Rat Clone" has spawned!]

[Kill Rewards: Massive faction contribution points, legendary equipment drops, and the unique title "Godslayer"!]

The moment the pop-up appeared, the players, who were already somewhat exhausted from their prolonged siege, instantly became as excited as dry tinder meeting a raging fire.

The stronghold of the "Dragon Soars Across the World" guild.

Guild leader Long Xing Wanli slammed his giant battle axe to the ground and roared in the guild channel with a sound no less powerful than that of the Gluttonous Rat.

"Brothers! Whoever can take down this boss will get a personal reward of ten million in cash! It doesn't matter if they're from Dragon's Roaming the World or not!"

Long Xingbaili: "Holy crap, bro, are you crazy?!"

Dragon Travels Thousands of Miles: "Hahaha! Just think I'm crazy!"

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

The battlefield instantly erupted in chaos!
Mei Chuan Qiu Ku: "Holy crap! Ten million! Brother Long is awesome!"

Wangchuan Neiku: "Boss is so generous! Boss, may you be rich!"

He pulled down his clothes and yelled, "Oh! Don't stop me! I'm going to fight this thing to the death!"

If someone else made this promise, probably no one would believe it; at most, they'd get a comment like, "Rich guy, give me 50 RMB to see my capabilities."

But Brother Long is different.

This guy's extravagant and boastful nature is well-known on the server.

Looking at the players around him who were yelling and preparing to charge, Long Xing Baili stared dumbfounded at his brother Long Xing Wanli.

"Brother, are you serious?"

Although he knew this guy was rich, he couldn't let him squander money like this every time.

The money he's poured into this game in the last three months is almost enough to make a whole game!

This time, Long Xing Wanli didn't shout loudly. Instead, he turned around, grinned, and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Tell the brothers to hold their positions and let these money-hungry cannon fodder go! Once I get the first kill, we'll split the multi-million dollar prize!"

Those seemingly rugged vertical pupils gleamed with shrewdness.

Once these cannon fodder weaken the boss's combat power, that will be the time for him to take the first kill!

Long Xingbaili was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what he meant and gave a thumbs up in praise.

"high!"

Although Long Xingqianli didn't say anything, he glanced at his boss in surprise. He hadn't expected that his seemingly carefree boss was actually quite shrewd and cunning.

I wish other places were this detailed.

"Kill--!"

The shouts of killing shook the heaven and the earth.

Thousands of players surged towards the mountain of flesh like a dark green wave, wielding all sorts of weapons, and collided head-on with the panicked ratmen!
A fierce battle ensued.

The brilliance of magic and the sound of bullets piercing the air intertwined, and heads flew into the sky, creating a spectacular sight.

however--

When the players finally broke through the fleeing army of ratmen, they discovered that reality was far more brutal than their expectations, and the enormous size of the gluttonous rat clone far exceeded their imagination.

Faced with the overwhelming attack, Moke didn't even move an inch.

He simply leaned down slightly, opened his abyss-like maw, and then inhaled sharply.

"hiss--"

A terrifying suction force arose from the ground, forming a visible storm vortex in the rugged mountains.

The hundreds of players at the forefront didn't even have a chance to fight back. Like dust being swept up by a vacuum cleaner, they fell straight into that abyss-like maw.

Snap!
The massive jaws snapped shut, followed by a series of cracking sounds as bones broke!

That devastating AOE damage was like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the enthusiasm in the hearts of all the newbies.

A prize of ten million is certainly tempting, but there has to be some hope of victory. This kind of instantaneous, utterly powerless situation leaves no room for any thought of fighting back.

Long Xingwanli, who had originally planned to reap the benefits without lifting a finger, froze completely with a smile on his face, and his expression became more solemn than ever before.

"...Tell the brothers to remain still. No one is allowed to go up."

Long Xingbaili thought the same thing and swallowed hard.

"Yes!"

Monsters of this caliber cannot be dealt with by cannon fodder...

Not only guilds like Dragon Travel, but also hardcore players who joined the game in the early days of the closed beta stopped and lingered at a safe distance to observe.

It's not that these expert players aren't good enough; it's just that during the closed beta phase, everyone is figuring things out as they go, with no experience to draw upon.

The only thing to blame is that the NPCs in this game are too high-level, and the game designers have restricted the players' levels too much.

On a hillside.

The minotaur warrior looked at the monster in the distance, howling at the sky and constantly shaking off its deformed forms, and his eyes revealed an undisguised longing.

"Holy crap, this sense of oppression... How many experience and contribution points would I get if I could clear this thing?"

Yi Ye Zhi Qiu calmly watched the distant BOSS, holding the bone staff in his hand, still showing no intention of joining the battle.

"I don't know... but in my experience, this thing is definitely not for us to use."

"Depend on!"

The pig-headed knight grumbled as he hoisted the giant axe onto his shoulder.

"Is this game planner insane? Another boss killed off by plot, huh?"

Hu Wan, standing to the side, calmly said.

"It's not necessarily a scripted kill, but the prerequisite is that you can figure out the BOSS's kill mechanics. For example, weak points or special items. But I think... given that the developers didn't explicitly state how much reward they'd give, I bet they never expected anyone to be able to beat it."

The pig-headed knight couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"...Is there any difference between what you're saying and what I'm saying?"

Hu Wan: "There's still a little bit, at least it leaves you with hope, right?"

Pig-headed Knight: "%￥#@!"

Just as the group was discussing, several deafening roars suddenly came from afar, like furious bellies bursting open.

Bang, bang, bang!

Before anyone could react, mortar shells streaked across the sky and slammed heavily into Mok's massive body.

The explosion erupted atop the mountain of flesh! Amidst the billowing smoke, the monster let out a painful howl as several gaping, bloody craters were torn open on its body, from which black blood seeped out.

But that's it.

What would be fatal to an ordinary creature was like a few pustules popping on that monster.

In just a few seconds, the torn flesh healed again, and several more crystalline aberrations even shaved off his body.

Yi Yezhiqiu turned his head and looked in the direction from which the cannon fire was coming.

On the flank ridge, the flags of the High Mountain Kingdom fluttered in the wind, and beneath them stood rows of mortars.

The dwarven artillerymen were rapidly loading shells into their cannons, preparing for the next salvo. Meanwhile, warriors from the Mountain Kingdom, wielding massive muskets and double-edged battle axes, formed ranks and advanced towards the roaring avatar of Gellow under the blessing of the dwarven priests.

The warriors of the Kingdom of Gutaf seemed to have their fighting spirit ignited; they were not about to simply watch their allies die for them.

As he watched the hordes of dwarves swarming towards him, Mok's lips curled into a disdainful smile.

Is this all you're relying on?

He opened his blood-red mouth wide, and a booming sound like a bellows being pulled came from deep in his throat as he took a deep breath.

"Whoosh-"

The surrounding air was instantly sucked out, forming a violent vortex of airflow that could be seen with the naked eye!
Rocks, broken wood, corpses, and even lightly armed players who couldn't retreat in time were instantly swept up by this terrifying suction force and plunged into that giant maw like moths to a flame.

Moke waited expectantly for the tin cans to be swallowed, but within seconds, his ferocious smile froze on his face.

It was beyond his expectation.

The small figures walking on the ground were not swept into the air like the lizardmen who had taken flight earlier.

Thousands of dwarven warriors stood motionless in the howling wind!
Their feet seemed to be rooted to the ground, deeply embedded in the rock.

The earthen-yellow runes connected them to the earth beneath their feet, as if they were no longer independent lives, but mountains that had stood there for thousands of years.

"preparation!"

The dwarf commander raised his short axe, let out a deafening roar, and then swung it forward with all his might.

"put!"

With the terrifying force of Mok's breath, thousands of short axes, like a steel rainstorm flowing against the current, roared into that greedy abyss maw and that ugly face covered in flabby flesh!

puff puff!

The dull thuds of sharp blades piercing flesh blended together.

That was no ordinary short axe; its blade, forged from steel through countless hammer blows, was imbued with the power of the earth bestowed by the ancestral priests!
Moke's face instantly erupted with countless bursts of blood, and several axes were even precisely embedded in his eyelids and the bridge of his nose!
At the same time, a hail of bullets flew from the distant mountain ridge, the rapids striking Mok's back.

However, the power of mortals is ultimately too insignificant in the face of gods, even if what stands here is merely a "false god" in disguise.

The shattered flesh quickly healed, and the pain did not cause any real harm. Instead, it completely enraged the newly awakened mountain of flesh.

Mok stopped inhaling, turned and looked down at the group of motionless ants on the ground, letting out a deafening roar.

"Roar--!!!"

The terrifying roar, mixed with foul-smelling saliva and spurting broken axes, was like a heavy cannon shot, instantly shattering the shields of dozens of dwarf warriors in the front row.

A solemn expression appeared on the face of the dwarf commander.

Although the Book of Hatred records the strength of the Gluttonous Rat Gello, it seems that their ancestors underestimated their lifelong enemy.

or--

Other powers have also been fused into the monster's body.

"Scatter! Take cover!" the dwarf commander roared, his beard swaying like fluttering willow branches, his right hand, as thick as an iron clamp, pulling out a heavy warhammer from behind him.

The thousands of dwarf warriors immediately scattered and changed their battle formation, but they were still a step too late.

The claws, as sharp as towering mountains, came crashing down like a slapping hand against a fly, striking the flank of the dwarf's position.

boom--!
The power of that slap surpassed that of dozens of cannons firing simultaneously, actually shearing off a corner of the steep hillside!
The dwarven musketeer squad standing there was completely smashed into a bloody pulp, even the players standing to the side felt a chill run down their spines.

Human beings' fear of giant objects is something etched deep into their souls.

Even though they knew that dying in the game wouldn't mean real death, the players who played as lizardmen still couldn't help but feel a shiver.

Seeing her allies fall one after another, Eileen, who had been hovering on the edge of the battlefield looking for an opportunity, finally couldn't hold back and charged into the battlefield despite Colin's advice.

"Aha--!"

A soft shout broke through the smoke of battle, and she transformed into a silver meteor, the "Light of Praise" in her hand shining with a light as bright as the sun.

The power of the holy light burned her hands and the black mist that was trying to block her steps equally. The surging sword light transformed into a spear of light that pierced the sky and slammed into Mok's bloated shoulder.

Tear--!
The hard amethyst nodule was as thin as paper in the face of the legendary power!
A huge chunk of rotting flesh, enough to fill the entire room, along with the deformed creatures parasitizing it, was ruthlessly cleaved off with a single sword stroke!
Black, foul blood gushed forth like a waterfall, scattering across the dark earth and turning into wisps of white smoke that instantly permeated the entire battlefield.

That was a full-force attack from a diamond-level expert!
Amplified by the Light of Praise, even a Purple Crystal level expert would find it almost impossible to block it without taking damage!

However, even such a blow was not fatal to Moke.

In fact, this could be a trap.

Just as Eileen was about to draw her sword and retreat to launch a second attack, a sudden change occurred!

Suddenly, the wounds on Moke's body, blasted open by the holy light of the judgment, began to writhe wildly as if they had been given life.

Eileen's expression suddenly changed.

At the same time, the originally soft and slippery rotten fat hardened instantly, firmly jamming the blade of "Praise of Light".

Immediately afterwards, all the rat faces writhing around the wound opened their sharp mouths at the same time and sprayed out countless sticky tentacles!

Those jet-black tentacles, like sea anemones reaching towards the sky, swept towards Eileen, who was frozen in mid-air.

Feeling the struggle coming from his shoulder, Moke's face broke into a sinister grin.

Saint Sith's chosen one?
Come inside me, all of you!
At this critical moment, Eileen displayed exceptional combat skills, decisively releasing her right hand from the sword hilt while simultaneously grabbing at the air with her left hand.

The gleaming knight's longsword instantly disintegrated, turning into countless particles of light that split in two, eventually coalescing back into two short swords in her hands.

Eileen, having regained her grip on the "Utawarerumono," did not stop there. Instead, she twisted her body and slashed out a cross-shaped blade of light with her two short swords, severing all the tentacles that were about to wrap around her ankles!

The shattered tentacles fell from the sky with a rustling sound, slamming onto the scorched black earth with a crackling sound, and then writhing like broken earthworms.

At the same time, Eileen landed lightly on a boulder a hundred meters away, her chest heaving violently and fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.

Although she wasn't injured, a shadow couldn't help but fall over Eileen's heart as she watched the monster in the distance whose wounds were healing at a visible speed.

too big.

Its terrifying regenerative ability, in particular, is enough to make one despair.

Taking a deep breath, Eileen exhaled the stale air from her chest, regulated her disordered breathing, and pointed the knight's longsword, now fused together, forward again.

"Soul Shatterer" Mok slowly moved his thick neck, his turbid rat-like eyes locking onto the ground, looking at the tiny insect that had repeatedly injured him, and a cold smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

At the same time, his entire body trembled, and hundreds of mutated ratmen carrying crystalline tumors crawled out of the rotting pustules and fell to the ground one after another.

Eileen's expression changed again.

The dwarf king Ironbeard, who was watching the battle from a distance, and Edward and a group of human officers who were positioned relatively far back also showed a slight change in expression.

I never expected that this guy's strength wasn't just in his recovery ability, but also in his fertility; he could even give birth while fighting!
If they keep fighting like this, even if they run out of ammunition for two rounds, they may not be able to take down the Flesh Clan's Flesh Royal Court!

What frightens everyone even more is that if this guy were given a few more months, who knows how outrageous things might get.

perhaps--

Only the angels of St. Clement's Cathedral can defeat it.

On the other side, at the edge of the battlefield, beside a hidden cave, a mage in a deep blue robe stood with his hands behind his back.

A pale blue, multifaceted magic crystal hovered in front of him, constantly rotating and zooming, coldly watching the distant battlefield.

Behind the magic crystal, a wisp of ethereal soul thread hung, inextricably linked to his empty left eye socket.

This man was none other than Ormond Sirde, a sage of the School of Souls, and also Professor Edgar Kaufman's boss.

Looking at Eileen, who was stuck in a stalemate, and the allied forces struggling to hold on, Omon's serious and taut lips slowly curled into a contemptuous arc.

Was it this army that "killed" his apprentice?

It feels... just so-so.

"I never thought that even the venerable sage could make a mistake. Giving up the interests of the South to them is simply a waste."

Omon shook his head slightly, his tone tinged with disappointment, as if he were examining a failing lab report.

The fire sticks in the hands of those mortals seemed to have some skill, but they were ultimately just firearms of mortals and not enough to pose a real threat to the superior beings.

The "flying arrows" that dragged flames were more like powerful cannons, at most the power of a silver or gold-level elemental magic shot.

As for Campbell's descendants, he was utterly disappointed. The only thing that surprised him was that the man seemed to possess not only the power of holy light, but also a trace of blasphemous aura.

However, no matter what kind of aura it is, it cannot escape the framework of "primitive power form". And the so-called hero is nothing more than a brute who only knows how to swing a sword.

As for Prince Colin, who was highly regarded by the Great Sage...

Omon manipulated his prosthetic eye to scan the entire area, but failed to spot the figure with the purple eyes. The contemptuous smile on his lips took on a hint of amusement.

"It seems that Sage Porphyry Sai was right about him; he's just a guy who hides behind women."

Back when he was at Xuebang, he didn't like the young man who always had a fake smile, and he scoffed at the "science" that guy shamelessly promoted.

At this moment, it seems that this feeling was not wrong.

He even began to wonder how the previous "Sage Candidate," Arist Thorne, had died at this guy's hands.

Maybe it was luck?
Or perhaps, a protective charm hidden on Miss Castellion?

It could never be strength.

"almost."

With a gentle flick of his index finger, Omon sent the pale blue prosthetic eye that had been hovering in front of him flying back into its socket with a soft "click" sound, like a clock hand returning to its place.

In his view, the outcome was already decided.

"Mok" performed better than he expected. The rats in the Wanren Mountains gave their lives to conduct one last experiment for Xuebang. The destruction of the allied forces was only a matter of time.

What he needs to do now is wait until Mok has eaten everyone, and then retrieve the last, and most precious, experimental data.

The School of Souls needs to know how long this artificial "false god" can maintain its ever-expanding body without eating.

This relates to how many "fallen angels" they need to conquer the holy city protected by the Holy Light.

However, at the very moment he withdrew his gaze, an aura that sent shivers down his spine descended upon the battlefield without warning.

The previously dim sky suddenly plunged into darkness, as if the sun had been swallowed by an invisible giant mouth.

Omon's expression changed instantly. The pale blue polyhedron that had been frozen in his left eye socket began to rotate again, and he looked up at the sky with surprise and uncertainty.

Just then, a crack appeared in the thick, dark clouds, and a ray of pitch-black light pierced through the gap!
That is……

What kind of magic?!

Omon stared up at the sky in astonishment. Even though he had witnessed dozens of miracles in the virtual realm, he had never seen such incredible light.

With a force that defies common sense, it devoured all the colors around it, just like the pupils of the demon god Bayeri slowly opening in the sky.

On the ruins of the Flesh and Blood Kingdom, Mok, whose expression was ferocious and twisted, finally showed a hint of fear on his rat-like face.

Meanwhile, Eileen, who stood facing it from afar, gradually became confused as she looked on in astonishment.

That power feels so familiar...

On the distant mountaintop, the knights clad in blood-red cross swords all wore expressions of astonishment, exchanging surprised glances and whispering amongst themselves.

Vivian, standing beside them, was the only exception.

Upon seeing the black light descending from the sky, her blood-red eyes widened instantly, and a blush of intoxication gradually rose to her cheeks.

"As expected of my elder brother..."

Her hands gradually climbed up her burning cheeks, and Vivian looked up at the black sky, her voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"This power that sends chills down your spine..."

It's absolutely wonderful!

(End of this chapter)