The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1623 460: Souls from the Exotic Realm (2)

He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but only let out a squeak like a rat.

Mad thoughts ripped at his already fragile nerves, gradually leaving only one thought in his mind—

Hunger!

So hungry!!!

Driven by instinct, he who had just stood up crawled to the ground again.

But this time, it wasn't to plead for mercy, but to gnaw at the scraps of flesh on the ground, wholeheartedly submitting to Urgos and the Angel Envoy chosen by Him.

Nest City is not in the distant depths of the universe, but beneath the feet of every insatiable person.

Meita felt his soul adapting to this new body, the memories of his previous life like a candle flickering in the wind.

Ultimately, his gradually blurred consciousness held only one desperate thought.

If offering one's soul to Urgos inevitably led to this fate, perhaps those who died first were the lucky ones...

...

Just as "Meita" was indulging himself, Selas stood amid the mountain of corpses and sea of bones, a joyful smile on his face.

Watching the two massive rats prostrate beside him, he gently patted their heads.

"Good boys..."

Though he didn't know which world these Chosen Ones came from, or what roles they played in their own worlds, they were indeed like faithful dogs.

No—

They should be called good rats.

Just hours ago, Selas led the 100,000-strong army granted to him by Kelan into the besieging camp outside Twilight City.

Instead of immediately launching the siege after the task was done, he instructed the cooks to set up stoves, light fires, and prepare the last supper for those brave lads.

Of course, it wasn't an ordinary supper, but the "Holy Meal" bestowed by Urgos.

Its ingredients all came from the sacrifices of the ritual.

Every soldier who consumed the meat and blood of the sacrificed became an offering to Urgos.

Under the terrifying Ritual Magic, they would lose the sense of fullness, driven by hunger to eat endlessly, until their reason was devoured by unending hunger and desire, reducing them to monsters with nothing left but life itself, eventually distorting even their bodies.

This is merely the first stage of the ritual, and the 100,000 souls are just the key to open the Gate of Chaos.

As the Gate of Chaos opened, tens of millions of starving souls were summoned over, drawn by karma.

Although they did not come from the same world, they were of the same type of soul.

They hovered in the sky, forming a thick, black cloud, greedily overlooking the earth, eying, gnashing their teeth, claws at the ready, waiting for the moment to descend.

This was when the second stage of the ritual began, and the plague rats of the Rot Clan ascended the altar.

Tens of thousands of Ratmen leapt onto the now grotesque and swollen sacrifices, chewing them up, becoming new sacrifices in the endless feast.

Each time a giant rat was formed, tens of thousands of souls descended, squeezing together, pouring into a mature body of flesh, forming a "Chosen One."

Unlike the "Deceitful Fog" that marshals troops between "different galaxies in the same universe."

The followers of the "Eternal Hunger Claw" mostly came from ignorant worlds, hardly capable of developing advanced technologies like "Ether." Thus, He preferred to marshal the all-too-similar souls across the Void between "Different Universes."

The "Madmen" often held a set of rigorous and meticulous logic, making it difficult to urinate in a jar together, whereas the "Desirers" were different; they could easily achieve resonance on a soul level due to many seemingly divergent but inherently similar twisted desires.

This is one of their advantages.

Looking afar, the vast land is filled with such twisted "Chaos Eggs."

On the murky ground, an unprecedented blasphemy brews, horror and death weaving themselves into a formidable force.

The King of the Ryan Kingdom surely never imagined this fire would grow into something like this; his indulgence had ultimately bred a beast never seen before...

Witnessing this ever-expanding colossal power, Selas's smile grew more smug, even expressing intoxication.

"Praise Urgos above, this is just... too beautiful."

In return for pleasing the whispers beyond, the great Urgos sent down souls from an Exotic Realm, letting these souls manipulate the murky flesh to battle for the eternal Nest City.

Selas didn't understand those complex principles.

The "Eternal Hunger Claw" is not the "Deceitful Fog," Urgos never encouraged His followers to explore the truth behind the fog, and Selas had no interest in it either.

Those things didn't matter at all; what mattered was completing the offering to the Great True God Urgos.

In the face of that enormous plan, even Twilight City and the entire uprising were just parts of the sacrifice!

As the weaver of the entire ritual, he would reach the pinnacle of mortal strength and become a Demigod Level being!

Once he became a demigod, especially one chosen by Chaos, there would be no opponents for him on this land.

And with Urgos behind him, he would complete the spiritual colonization of this world, turning all noble souls into Desirers at his feet!

By then, every apostle of the Eternal Hunger Claw would obey his command, even the Rot Clan that once sponsored him would pledge their loyalty in return, becoming his servants.