No one would resist becoming a god in the world.

No one would willingly relinquish their supreme status after becoming a god, admitting they are nothing, and denying the benefits that power and divine position bring.

Especially in such a hierarchical world of decaying flesh, all the flesh and will uphold this nobility.

"Lord of the Rotten Flesh of the Stars!"

A lowly hound lord knelt before Lin Feng, his rotting flesh writhing as he mimicked Lin Feng's noble demeanor, displaying a certain grotesque quality.

Looking around, the hounds covered in rotting flesh all exhibited a similar mutation, growing a strip of flesh that covered their mouths, mimicking his posture.

It was this unanimous alienation that generated an invisible centripetal force, giving birth to a spark of will within this rotting flesh, making them all remember the Lord of the Starry Flesh and their existence.

At the same time, they spread the information of the Lord of Star Rotten Flesh to the land they walked on and to the rotten flesh beneath their feet.

"The Great Lord of the Stars and Carrion".

"The breath of rotting flesh is singing your praises."

"The disease of necrosis is composing your poetry."

Lin Feng turned his head and saw countless black ripples of will spreading across the boundless fleshy plain, with black necrotic tentacles reaching out towards the castle ahead.

He no longer needed to control these fleshy parts; his will had become their master, and the area where the necrosis existed completely obeyed his commands.

Now, his target is the castle ahead, the area where the meat feast is held, a prestigious place that all the rotten flesh lords yearn for.

Set off!

The silent command was given, and countless newborn carrion hounds crawled out from the blackness of the necrosis, transforming into a huge black wave that pounced forward.

Click!

A gigantic hound's jaws descended from the sky, tearing into the decaying wall that emerged from the edge of the castle before collapsing into a river of yellow flesh.

"Lord of the Stars and Rotten Flesh, the meat feast is about to begin."

"The Lord of the Rotten Swamp awaits your arrival."

The Lord of the Rotten Swamp's Lungs: At first glance, this enormous fleshy castle has huge lungs on both sides breathing with the yellow rotten swamp flowing underground. It was a part of those huge lungs that had just stopped the hound.

Lin Feng immediately took a step, stepping on the necrotic flesh, and walked towards the open fleshy door in front of him.

Behind the main gate is a spacious hall, which is also the only indoor space in the entire castle.

Looking around at the writhing flesh, you can see some broken stone walls behind the walls, and finally, there is only a patch of burning fat flames overhead. The entire castle is devoid of any other decorations.

At the very front, a lung tube floated, exhaling a cloud of yellowish-brown gas.

Below him were two shadowy figures that resembled neither humans nor humans.

Immediately afterwards, the two dark figures, so out of place with the flesh, spoke in human voices, greeting Lin Feng: "Welcome, great Lord of the Rotten Flesh of the Stars."

As they spoke, the two of them fixed their gazes on Lin Feng, searching frantically for everything about him with an unusually familiar and curious look in their eyes.

Were you recognized?

Certain things flashed through Lin Feng's mind, but he quickly put them behind him, leaving only a noble demeanor. He was now the Lord of the Starry Flesh.

The enormous body began to move inward, and the swirling, devouring will manifested itself at this moment, extending its devouring tentacles toward one of the participants.

"It wasn't him."

The two participants seemed to have made a judgment, but their probing gazes turned into a greedy aura, driving back Lin Feng's outstretched tentacles.

"Lung Dragon, how much longer until the meat feast begins?"

Tick ​​asked a question, and the monstrous will that twisted behind him rose up, suppressing Lin Feng's aura.

"We have brought you the flesh and blood of Titans and the flesh and blood of true dragons this time." A female voice spoke from the figure beside Tik, and then she took out two pieces of energy-rich flesh and blood and placed them on the fleshy table that rose up in front of her.

"My dear Niel, the meat feast is about to begin. There are still three Lords of Rotten Flesh who have not yet arrived." The lung tube in the middle spoke, its voice echoing in the hall like a dragon's roar, before bursting out of the fleshy castle.

“Lung Dragon,” Tick spoke again. “This time we also brought the blood of three creator gods.”

“Tik, I grant your request.” The lung dragon raised its lung tubes, shook its head a few times, and let out a hollow roar: “You will be the host of this meat feast.”

As the sound echoed, three vials of blood were delivered to the lung dragon. Lin Feng's desire to devour it trembled involuntarily, and he gave it a provocative shudder.

Lung Dragon was used to it; the Lord of Carrion did this every time he came here.

"Do you want it?"

"Then you'll become the star of the meat feast, otherwise you have no right to challenge me."

The lung dragon exhaled a breath of putrid swamp, and Lin Feng's rotting flesh immediately began to rot. However, the black necrotic aura immediately enveloped the rot and quickly suppressed it within a certain area before it fell to the ground.

“Not bad…” Lung Dragon was surprised for a moment. Being able to block the Lord of Rotten Flesh from the Rotten Swamp, it did have a chance to become the protagonist of this meat feast.

However... this time the host was someone else.

"If you succeed, I wouldn't mind sharing one with you." Lung Dragon picked up a vial of blood, shook it, and made a promise to Lin Feng.

"Roar!" Lin Feng roared, seemingly abandoning human language and even forgetting everything from the past, responding to the other party with the desires of the Lord of Star Rotten Flesh.

"brother?"

In that instant, a voice echoed in his ears, but he acted as if he hadn't heard it at all, standing from the perspective of the Lord of the Rotten Flesh and responding angrily to all the voices that shouldn't have been heard by him.

Who dares to challenge the nobility of the Lord of the Rotting Flesh of the Stars!

Not far away, Tick and his companion, sensing the anger, walked indifferently towards the center of the castle, summoning a hazy, blood-red light that cast a phantom mark.

"The Mark of Brilliant Strike"

In an instant, the ground began to surge, and pulsating tentacles began to spread outwards from the two people's feet, until the entire castle became a breeding ground for tentacles.

Snap!

The tentacle beneath Lin Feng's feet lashed out at him, and the direct contact of their wills sent him staggering back countless steps.

“It’s definitely not him,” Tick said, his suspicions about Lin Feng completely dissipating.

The clash of wills reveals the problem most directly. When the will of this Lord of the Rotten Star was suddenly attacked and resisted with all its might, it had no other type of will at all.

"Could it be something else...?"

Niel inquired, feeling that those chosen by evil would not enter so openly, and it was highly likely that they were deliberately creating a maze.

Tick ​​said, “It’s alright, we’ll just wait. He will definitely appear here, even if it’s not this feast, we can wait for the next one to begin.”