A High God? Cut Him Open and He's Just Two Plates of Meat!

The stench in the Void was so thick it felt solid.

The border of the Mechanical Empire, once filled with the smell of engine oil and cold metal, now seemed as though ten thousand tons of swill fermented for three hundred years had been dumped into it.

It smelled of rotting organs, rancid corpse fat, and some indescribable excrement.

A mechanical frigate near the rift began to blister across its nanocoating.

A chorus of hissing filled the air.

Its hard Divinity Alloy armor melted as quickly as ice in hot water, dripping black Molten Iron.

Beelzebub's enormous body stretched across the Star River.

Green drool streamed from thousands of mouths across his body.

Every drop hissed into black smoke in space, corroding its way through the spatial barrier.

This was the true Ninth Lord of the Abyss.

Gluttony.

Even without lifting a finger, the nauseating Concept Contamination surrounding him was enough to send an ordinary True God's sanity plunging and make them fall on the spot.

Gulp!

A massive swallowing sound shook the vacuum.

The tiny, bloodshot eyes on Beelzebub's main head fixed on Yang Yu.

He looked like a stray dog that had starved all winter and finally spotted a steaming slab of pork belly.

"Human..."

"You smell... so good..."

"The scent of Rule Fragments... the chewy taste of defying fate..."

Beelzebub let out a muffled growl.

The fat covering his body quivered with excitement, sending waves rippling through the greasy flesh.

Yang Yu stood in the Void, Sword of Judgment in hand.

Instead of retreating, he stepped sideways to the left and pinched his nose tight between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, his face twisted in disgust.

With his other hand, he kept fanning the air in front of him.

"Listen..."

Yang Yu turned toward