Chapter 641: The Hungry God

Hungry…

So hungry!

Bathed in the terrified gazes of humans and dwarves, Mo Ke threw back his head and roared, while his stomach roared silently within.

That bone-deep hunger did not come solely from an empty stomach; it stemmed more from a hollow deep within his soul.

He felt as if ten thousand mouths had grown over his entire body—every inch of skin, every muscle, even every gap between his bones, teemed with greedy wills screaming wildly, endlessly gnawing at his sanity…

And all of this began three months ago, when, driven by his thirst for power, he drank the bottle of "Divine Blood" offered by Ao Meng, after which his consciousness plunged into endless void.

He drifted between half-sleep and half-wake, like a fetus gestating in amniotic fluid, or a larva sealed within amber.

Until just now, that faint glimmer of light seeping through cracks in the rock layer finally stirred his heavy eyelids.

And when he opened his eyes again, he found himself utterly transformed into a towering, mountain-like entity—even the majestic Blood Throne had become mere ants beneath a tree.

A cruel smile slowly spread across his massively distorted and twisted face.

Ao Meng truly did not deceive him!

The Divine Blood not only reshaped his mortal flesh, but transformed him into a being more terrifying than Guelo, the Gluttonous Rat!

After all, the statue of Guelo within the Blood Throne stood no more than five meters tall—his current body was surely a hundred times larger than that statue!

He had become a true god—

And one who walked among mortals!

"Roar—!"

Mo Ke lifted his colossal rat-head and unleashed a roar that shook the earth. The sonic wave, tangible as a shockwave, even shattered the nearby peaks.

He felt every inch of his flesh expanding and writhing; on his back and belly, both male muscle fibers and female reproductive beds swelled forth.

Countless purple-black crystals swelled like pus-filled boils across his skin, then burst.

Amid spurts of viscous fluid, countless grotesque creatures, their backs burdened with crystal tumors, crawled from his flesh, shrieking shrilly, and rained down onto the blood-soaked battlefield!

This had been happening continuously since his slumber began.

The Academy's elite had handed his body over to his subordinate clan warlords, instructing them to care for him—

"If you still wish to prove you're of any use to us, stop the Three Races' offensive at all costs."

"As for reinforcements, your leader will birth them for you."

The crystalline aberrations pouring forth endlessly to resist the frontline human alliance were born from his own body.

The rat folk surrounding him feared the aura emanating from him, yet worshipped him as Guelo's earthly incarnation.

To secure more troops and restore their northern allies' confidence, the rat clans frantically fed countless corpses and living sacrifices into the Blood Throne.

Interestingly,

The rat warlords soon discovered that, for their lord—their breeding vessel—rat sacrifices tasted far more delicious than human, dwarf, or lizardman offerings.

And they were far easier to obtain!

That was why many captives survived.

Even though the Academy had abandoned the Putrid Clan, the rat folk still clung to the hope that the Academy would change its mind and need them again. In the fractured minds of the rat warlords, the Lein people, starved into stick-like bread, were their bargaining chips.

With an endless supply of slave rats, Mo Ke grew comfortably, never starving to death during his prolonged transformation.

Meanwhile, the Putrid Clan's rat warlords successfully held a defense line that should have been impossible to hold, preventing the Three Races' alliance from crushing them in one blow.

Now, the slumbering Mo Ke had awakened.

He looked down at his feet, watching the tiny rats scurrying like frightened birds, and muttered in a voice like distant thunder.

"Why run, my children?"

Mo Ke extended his colossal, sky-blocking claw, gently scooping up hundreds of screaming rat folk into his palm.

They struggled and wailed, helpless as ants, slave rats and clan rats crushed together in a writhing mass.

Mo Ke's face twisted into a greedy, merciful sneer as he hurled these "snacks" into his gargantuan mouth, wide enough to swallow a city gate.

Crunch—

The chewing echoed through the valley.

Blood oozed from his lips, cascading like a crimson waterfall.

Sated, Mo Ke let out a contented low moan, the sound reverberating above every living thing on the battlefield.

"Return to the embrace of the Mother Goddess…"

"Heaven lies within my stomach."

…

Frontline of the battlefield, heart of Death Valley.

The thick fog had been forcibly scattered by his earlier roar, revealing the colossal form immersed in black mist.

Even from kilometers away, the suffocating pressure made every heart sink, instinctively trembling.

With his bone staff slightly lowered, Ye Zhiqiu gazed at the writhing flesh-mountain in the distance, his skull's soul-fire flickering with surprise.

"Damn…"

World boss spawned?!

As if confirming his guess,

Simultaneously, a translucent pale-blue window appeared in the center of every player's vision.

【Legendary Boss "Gluttonous Rat Avatar" has spawned!】

【Kill Reward: Vast Clan Contribution Points, Legendary Gear Drops, Unique Title "Godslayer"!】

Instantly, the players, previously weary from failed assaults, erupted like dry tinder meeting flame.

"Dragon Walks Heaven" guild's position.

Guildmaster Dragon Walks Ten Thousand Li slammed his massive battle-axe into the ground and roared through the guild channel, louder than the Gluttonous Rat itself.

"Brothers! Whoever kills this boss gets one million cash from me personally! Doesn't matter if you're from Dragon Walks Heaven or not!"

Dragon Walks Hundred Li: "Holy shit, bro, you're insane?!"

Dragon Walks Ten Thousand Li: "Hahaha! Fine, call me insane!"

Great rewards attract brave men.

The battlefield erupted!

Mei Chuan Qiuku: "Holy shit! One million! Dragon Brother is awesome!"

Wang Chuan Neiku: "Boss is generous! Boss gets rich!"

Chuan Le Yifu: "Ooooh! Don't stop me! I'm going to fight this thing!"

If anyone else made such a promise, no one would believe it—just a reply of "Rich Guy, v me 50 to prove it."

But Dragon Brother was different.

His legendary generosity was infamous across the server.

Watching the players around him roaring and charging, Dragon Walks Hundred Li stared dumbfounded at his older brother.

"Bro, you're serious?"

He knew the guy wasn't short on cash, but he couldn't keep wasting it like this.

In just these three months, he'd spent enough to make an entire game!

This time, Dragon Walks Ten Thousand Li didn't bellow loudly. Instead, he turned and grinned, speaking in a voice only the two could hear.

"Tell the boys: hold position. Let these cash-crazed cannon fodder go first. When I get the first kill, we split the million together!"

In his seemingly crude vertical pupils, sharp calculation gleamed.

Once these cannon fodder weakened the boss, he'd strike for the first kill!

Dragon Walks Hundred Li blinked, then immediately understood, raising his thumb in admiration.

"High!"

Dragon Walks Thousand Li, though silent, glanced at his boss in surprise. He hadn't expected the seemingly reckless boss to be so cunning, so layered in strategy.

If only other places had such subtlety.

"Charge—!"

Shouts shook the heavens.

Thousands of players surged forward like a green-black tide, wielding all manner of weapons, colliding head-on with the panicked rat folk!

Brutal combat began.

Magical radiance and bullet whistles intertwined in the air; heads flew skyward, a spectacle of staggering grandeur.

Yet—

When the players broke through the fleeing rat horde, they found reality far leaner than fantasy, and the Gluttonous Rat Avatar's size far beyond their imagination.

Facing the overwhelming assault, Mo Ke didn't even shift his stance.

He merely bent slightly, opened his abyssal maw, and sucked in sharply.

"Ssshh—"

A terrifying suction force erupted, forming a visible vortex storm across the rugged mountains.

The hundreds of players at the front had no chance to retaliate—they were sucked in like dust into a vacuum cleaner, straight into the abyssal mouth.

Crunch—!

His massive jaws snapped shut, followed by a chorus of cracking bones!

This devastating AoE damage was like a bucket of ice water, instantly dousing all new players' fervor.

The million-dollar reward was tempting, but victory must seem possible. This instant, helpless obliteration crushed any thought of resistance.

Dragon Walks Ten Thousand Li, who had planned to profit from others' efforts, froze mid-smile, his expression now grim beyond measure.

"... Notify the brothers to hold their position. No one moves."

Long Xingbai also thought the same, swallowing hard.

"Understood!"

This level of monster can't be overwhelmed by cannon fodder...

Not only Long Xingtian and the other guilds, but even the high-level players who had joined since early beta testing now halted their steps, lingering beyond safe distance to observe.

It wasn't that these high-level players lacked power—mainly, during beta testing, everyone was feeling their way forward with no experience to rely on.

The only blame lies with the game's NPCs being too high-level, while the damn designers had locked player levels down too tightly.

On a hillside.

The Minotaur Warrior stared at the monster far away, roaring to the sky and constantly shedding mutated bodies from its form, his eyes filled with unmistakable longing.

"Fuck, this pressure... If we kill this thing, how much EXP and contribution points would we get?"

Ye Zhiqiu calmly watched the boss in the distance, his bone staff gripped tightly, still without any intention to join the battle.

"I don't know... but from my experience, this thing isn't meant for us to clear."

"Damn!"

Swearing under his breath, the Boar Knight heaved his great axe onto his shoulder.

"Is this damn designer insane? Another scripted boss, right?"

Hu Wan stood beside him, calm.

"It might not be a scripted kill—but only if you can figure out the boss's defeat mechanism. Like its weak spot, or a special item. But I think... given how the designer didn't even say how much reward it offers, I'd bet he never expected anyone to win."

The Boar Knight couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"... What's the difference between what you just said and what I said?"

Hu Wan: "There's a slight difference—at least I left you a sliver of hope, didn't I?"

The Boar Knight: "%￥#@!"

As the group debated, a series of deafening roars suddenly erupted from afar—the sound of cannons firing.

Boom, boom, boom!

Before anyone could react, a barrage of mortar shells tore through the sky and slammed into Mo Ke's massive body.

Explosive flames burst forth across the fleshy mound!