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The air was thick with a nauseating stench that nearly suffocated him.
He couldn't help but frown, trying hard to suppress the discomfort.
As they ventured deeper into the dark space, blurry outlines gradually appeared around them.
Using the light from her 'comrade's' flashlight, Matou Ike saw some huge skeletons and rotting remains scattered on the ground, seemingly the remains of some giant creature.
Flies swarmed over its mangled body, as if enjoying a lavish feast.
A sudden, intense hunger overwhelmed Matou Ike, and he wanted to join in, devouring the pieces of corpse.
But this instinct was quickly suppressed by reason.
"What are all these things?" Matou Ike was simply puzzled and didn't expect anyone to give him an answer.
But his 'comrade' didn't seem to think so. He acted like a kind person, patiently answering all of Matou Ike's questions:
"These are just scraps left over from Beelzebub's meal."
"Then why do I feel that hunger for these things?" Matou Ike asked, frowning.
"The food of the gods is ultimately something imbued with divinity, so it's not surprising that you might have the urge to gnaw on the remains of this kind of creature."
"Companion" said casually, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.
Matouike had already automatically filled in the blanks of these corpses as the remains of gods, and his 'respect' for this gluttonous lord deepened once again.
Suddenly, as if sensing a new target, the flies all flew towards Matou Pond.
Countless flies swarmed towards him like a black tide, the dense swarm hovering in the air, emitting a chilling buzzing sound.
Chapter 105 Beel-Zebub
Matouike quickly retreated a few steps, trying to avoid the terrifying swarm of insects, but there were simply too many flies and insects, and they soon surrounded him.
The phosphorus bombs loaded in the 'Little Helper' were supposed to be the best weapon against these insects, but they were clearly not very effective at the moment.
He tried firing a few phosphorescent bullets; the flames exploded among the swarm of insects, scorching some of the flies, but did not cause the damage he had expected.
Moreover, more flies quickly filled the gaps, as if the number of flies would never decrease.
Matouchi gritted his teeth, searching for a solution, but faced with such a swarm of insects that not only had an advantage in numbers but was also extremely terrifying in quality, he seemed helpless.
He tried to create a barrier with magic, but the flies seemed to have some kind of resistance to magic and quickly broke through his defenses.
The phosphorus bombs fired by the 'little helper' could only temporarily halt the swarm's offensive, but could not fundamentally solve the problem.
"Damn it, what the hell are these things!" Matou Ike cursed inwardly, but he knew he couldn't stop here.
Matou Ike turned his head to check on his 'comrade', only to find that his 'comrade' was bound in place by an invisible force and could not move.
The figure of his 'comrade' was shrouded in a layer of black mist. Although his face was not visible, Matou Ike could sense the helplessness and confusion of his 'comrade' from the rhythm of the mist.
The black mist resembled chains, tightly binding the 'companion' to the spot, and every attempt to break free caused violent fluctuations in the mist.
What's chilling is that these chains are not ordinary restraints, but are made up of countless tiny flies.
They swarmed around their 'companion', forming a thick layer of black mist. Each fly trembled slightly and emitted a chilling buzzing sound.
The 'companion' tried to break free, but each movement triggered a violent reaction from the flies.
They seemed to possess some strange power, able to absorb the magic and life force of their 'companions,' rendering him unable to move.
Although his face was shrouded in mist, the rhythm of the smoke around him still revealed the helplessness of his 'comrade' at this moment.
Matou Ike was somewhat taken aback. This path was chosen by his 'comrade,' which meant that he had a certain degree of confidence.
But at this moment...
With a wry smile, he realized he had no choice but to evacuate this dangerous place first.
In an instant, his body rapidly transformed into countless demonic worms, surging like a silvery-white river of water, attempting to escape from the encirclement of flies and insects.
The worms nimbly weaved through the gaps between the flies and moved swiftly across the ground.
Matouchi's consciousness flowed through these worms, and he was able to clearly perceive everything around him.
His goal was to get away from the hall as quickly as possible and find a safe place to regroup.
However, the flies seemed to sense his intention and quickly dispersed, forming an impenetrable black barrier in an attempt to prevent the demon worm from escaping.
The worm swarm hesitated somewhat due to the obstruction of the flies, but Matouchi did not give up.
He focused his mind, directing the worm swarm to constantly change shape, searching for a breakthrough.
Suddenly, a soft laugh came from the sky, and a huge crack appeared on the ground, from which black mud gushed out and spread rapidly.
Matouchi felt a strong attraction pulling him toward the crack.
The worms struggled desperately, even transforming into demon flies in an attempt to escape into the air.
But in the end, it was swallowed up by that force and plunged into endless darkness.
When Matouchi regained consciousness, she found herself in a huge hall.
In the center of the long table were oddly shaped foods: twisted limbs, deformed organs, and other unrecognizable biological fragments.
Everything reeked of decay and blood, as if the food had just been stripped from a corpse.
Through magical perception, the original power of these things placed on the table as food was no different from the body parts found in the passageway.
The aura within is even dozens of times stronger.
If Matou Ike had previously guessed that the body parts were the remains of gods, then this dining table has completely confirmed his guess.
Matou Ike felt a wave of nausea and fear, but he forced himself to calm down and carefully observed his surroundings.
The walls around him were covered with ancient oil paintings and reliefs, and the themes of these dynamic murals caught his attention.
The first mural depicts a scene of carnage in medieval Europe.
Flies and rats crawled on the rotting corpses, the scene filled with despair and an atmosphere of death.
The survivors were pale-faced, their eyes filled with endless fear and sorrow. They ran helplessly in all directions, as if trying to escape the shadow of death.
In the center of the image, a doctor wearing a bird-beak mask moves through a pile of corpses, carrying a medicine box, trying his best to save those dying patients.
In one corner of the image, an army dressed in Mongolian armor stands in the distance, their expressions cold and their eyes filled with a bloodthirsty desire.
These warriors, armed with scimitars and bows and arrows and clad in heavy armor, looked like demons emerging from hell.
Is this the Black Death?
The second mural depicts a scene of hell, filled with corruption and filth.
In the center of the image stands a tall, imposing figure, surrounded by dark mist and rotting corpses, emitting a nauseating stench.
The demons and devils in the painting kneel devoutly before the central figure, as if offering endless respect and obedience to their master.
The third, fourth... and the murals that follow are all familiar stories from mythology, and the content of each of them is inseparable from one person, no, one god!
—The holder of a series of titles such as Plague Lord, King of Hell, Lord of Original Sin, and Demon King is Beelzebub, whose name means 'Lord of Heaven'.
As her gaze slowly returned to the mural, Matou Pond was drawn to another one.
This mural is stylistically very different from previous murals, and it doesn't even have any direct connection to Beelzebub.
It depicts a human king sitting on his throne, looking down upon all living beings.
The king was dressed in a magnificent robe, wore a golden crown, held a scepter, and had a majestic face.
His eyes seemed devoid of any human emotion, and what was most striking were his hands.
The ten rings, imbued with magical light, silently proclaimed his identity—King Solomon.
This is a man blessed by God, and also a man hated by God.
In the shadow of the jewels set in his crown, a fly was rubbing its hands together.
Chapter 106 Extremely Delicious
“King Solomon…” Matou Ike murmured the name, trying to find more clues.
A chewing sound suddenly interrupted his thoughts, and his gaze returned to the dining table.
Suddenly, a blurry figure appeared on the opposite seat. It was a being that seemed to have a female appearance.
His figure was slender, yet he exuded an eerie and ominous aura. His long, jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and his eyes were deep and unfathomable, faintly shimmering with a chilling light.
His face wore a twisted smile, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, revealing a set of sharp fangs.
His skin was as white as ivory, yet one could see pale blue veins wriggling beneath it like worms.
His hands were slender and long, with dark red nails at the tips of his fingers, as if they could easily tear anything apart.
He chewed gently, the smile on his lips appearing both insane and eerie.
A putrid stench permeated the air, as if the entire space had been polluted by His presence.
His appearance plunged the entire hall into a suffocating silence, as if even the air itself had become heavy.
Matou Ike was overwhelmed by the intense aura and found it hard to breathe. He realized that the being before him was probably the Lord of Gluttony—Beelzebub.
Beelzebub's gaze slowly shifted to Matou Pond, and the smile on his lips deepened.
He slowly raised a strangely shaped limb in his hand, his long fingernails gently tracing its surface, as if selecting the most delicious part.
Then, with a gentle flick, the twisted limbs slid toward Matou Pond, as if inviting him to share this bizarre feast.
Matou Ike instinctively took a step back, but the limbs seemed to have a life of their own, twisting and sliding toward his feet.
Beelzebub's eyes remained fixed on him, as if anticipating his reaction.
He slowly chewed another piece of food in his hand, his movements slow and elegant, as if each chew was a savoring of the ultimate deliciousness.
His fingertips tapped lightly on the table, each tap seeming to urge Matou Ike to accept this strange invitation.
The twisted limbs and deformed organs placed on the table seemed to become even more alluring under His gaze.
The air was filled with the stench of decay and blood, which was nauseating, yet under His guidance, it seemed to become an irresistible temptation.
Matouchi's heart raced as she felt a strong sense of oppression.
The invitation was chilling, yet its eerie allure was irresistible.