The Finest Ingredients Need Only the Simplest Preparation... a Gang Beating!

"Dissecting table?"

The two Beelzebubs froze, then burst into laughter loud enough to shatter an asteroid belt.

"Arrogant fool!"

The Beelzebub on the left opened every mouth across his body. Dark-green divine power surged like a tide. "I am the concept of immortality! I am desire made manifest! You think you can keep cutting me with that sword?"

"Every slash drains your strength and your Divinity!"

The Beelzebub on the right took over, malice filling his eyes. "But I am endless! Once you exhaust yourself, I'll feast on your Flesh!"

Boom!

Before the words had faded, both Beelzebubs' bodies began to writhe unnaturally.

Squelch!

With a sickening tearing sound, each massive mound of meat split down the middle again.

Two became four!

Four Gluttony Lords, none diminished in size, surrounded Yang Yu in a square formation.

Their Gravity fields overlapped, compressing space until it creaked under the strain.

"Still think this is an all-you-can-eat buffet?"

The four Demon Gods roared as one. Tens of thousands of tentacles descended like a net blotting out the sky, dripping with venom that corroded everything, to crush the tiny black speck at their center.

Facing certain death, Yang Yu showed no panic. He merely sighed.

He turned toward Ling, who hovered in the distance, and shrugged. "See? That's what happens when life hasn't beaten some sense into you. He thinks numbers guarantee a win."

Data raced across Ling's deep-blue Electronic Eye. "According to combat projections, once the target splits into more than ten thousand bodies, the resulting Gluttony Force Field will undergo a qualitative change. Even I would need to deploy Star-Destroyer-class weapons for an area-wide strike. Immediate withdrawal is advised."

"Withdrawal?"

Yang Yu looked as though he had heard a joke.

He leisurely pulled a handkerchief from his coat—a royal tribute he had