Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

No Stomach King started doing what he is best at and passionate about.

Shaking off his cheeks, pushing back his molars, he began to gobble it up.

Even though his mouth was opened to the limit, it was not one-tenth of the bloody mouth of the abyssal monster worm that could split in all directions.

But the speed at which he devours flesh and blood is no less than the latter.

The flesh and blood of a large number of abyssal monster insects were torn off by him fiercely, before they had time to chew, they slid into the depths of the esophagus.

No Stomach King seems to really have no stomach.

Filling the entire belly is a large cauldron that is filled with magma and burns so fiercely that it can melt everything.

The flesh and blood of the abyssal monster insects fell into the "big cauldron", and were instantly transformed into the purest energy.

It was also absorbed by the hungry cells of the stomachless king.

After absorbing enough energy, the stomachless king's flesh and blood regenerated at an incredible speed.

It was eroded by acid and digestive enzymes just now and was pitted, even exposing the bones of the limbs, and flesh and blood like cast iron grew again, ready to face the next round of tearing and erosion.

And the cell division and self-healing ability of the flesh and blood of the abyssal monster insects are no less than that of the stomachless king.

No matter how much flesh and internal organs the Stomachless King eats, it can heal and regenerate itself at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In this way, one man and one beast, two monsters with the same terrifying devouring and regenerative abilities, fell into the longest battle in the history of Turanze.

They are like Ouroboros in an infinite loop, biting each other head and tail.

Constantly using the opponent's flesh and blood as food to make up for the damage caused by being eaten by the opponent.

For a whole month, the lion and tiger warriors who were dozens of miles away from the battlefield could hear an earthquake-like roar coming from the center of the battlefield.

That was the stomach of the abyssal monster worm, and there was a thunderous gut wriggling sound.

However, no one is willing to step forward to disturb the epic competition between the Stomachless King and the Abyssal Demon Worm.

The warriors of the ligers and tigers have the demeanor and pride of the strong, and they are unwilling to intervene indiscriminately to pick up bargains when the stomachless king still has the strength to fight-this is certainly a reason.

But the more important reason is that all Turan warriors at that time knew such a survival rule handed down from the elephant tribe:

Don't bother King No Appetizer while he's eating.

Absolutely not.

The thunderous roar rang for more than a month.

The intestinal peristalsis of the abyssal devil worm finally gradually weakened.

It starts to struggle.

Sometimes curled up into a ball, sometimes tensed into a straight line, rubbing back and forth on the towering trees, drawing countless traces representing pain on the ground.

From the depths of the bloody mouth that had swallowed countless lives, there was also a weak wailing sound.

The stomachless king is still eating.

Concentrate on, regardless of care, eat contentedly.

According to the analysis of the many scars found on his corpse, during this period of more than a month, the ubiquitous acid and digestive enzymes at least completely stripped, decomposed, and decomposed the stomachless king's flesh and blood from his bones. It has been eroded seventy or eighty times.

Later, the stomachless king's fingers, toes, limbs, eyeballs, ears and lips were all digested by the abyssal monster worms, and he could never be reborn again.

However, even if there is only a bare body like a seal left, and even a mouth, the King of No Stomach is racing against time to gobble it up.

The life is endless, and the devouring is endless.

In the end, this epic hero who lost vision, hearing, touch, smell and most of his ability to move, but his appetite became a hundred times stronger than before he started to devour, won this unprecedented and heart-stirring big stomach king competition.

The number of cell divisions of the abyssal devil worm finally reached the limit.

Its flesh and blood regeneration ability also broke through the critical point of collapse.

Most crucially, it's tired of constantly devouring and digesting.

For the first time in the long years since a small earthworm grew into a giant python, it felt an extremely strong sense of fullness and burnout.

It is full.

Tired of eating.

I vomited.

The abyssal monster worm started to vomit.

Its central nervous system, which is hundreds of meters long, seemed to be strangled by hundreds of millions of lightning bolts, causing the flesh and blood all over its body to convulse extremely violently.

In the past month or so, the No Stomach King has killed seven in and seven out of the stomach of the abyssal monster worm, causing a world-shaking mess.

Even if the abyssal monster worm has a strong self-healing ability, the reborn flesh and internal organs will become pulpy.

Accompanied by violent convulsions, a large amount of flesh, internal organs and even acid shot out from the depths of its throat.

The Abyss Demon Insect is like a bulging skin sac filled with water, with a hole pierced.

As the contents pour out, it dries up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The scales that were originally as hard as iron were completely peeled off from his body.

Under the scales, the originally flexible and strong skin is also full of wrinkles and cracks, like sloughed off snake skin.

At the end of the spat, only a layer of crumpled dead skin remained, wrapping the huge spine indiscriminately.

The flesh and blood between the skin and bones were either eaten up by the No Stomach King, or vomited out by the abyssal monsters themselves.

When the warriors of the ligers and tigers heard the earth-shattering vomiting, realized that the victory and defeat had been divided, and rushed to the center of the battlefield, the abyssal monsters had already died.

In the middle of the vomit, they found the stomachless king riddled with holes, bloody and inhuman.

The No Stomach King can no longer see, hear or touch anything.

Between the chest and abdomen, under the skin as thin as a cicada's wing, one can still see his intestines and stomach, like a ruthless grinder, rumbling in motion.

The King Wuwei's eyeball-filled eye sockets, which had lost their eyeballs and were filled with plasma, burst out with greedy light, piercing straight towards the top of the holy mountain.

It seems to be looking at the never-ending feast set by the ancestors for the warriors.

He lost all his skin and was covered with fascia and tendons. A satisfied smile appeared on his extremely ferocious face.

After belching lightly, the King of No Stomach uttered the last words that left all the ligers and tiger warriors present stunned.

"Eight full."

This is the story of the Stomachless King and the Abyssal Demon Insect.

It is also the story of the most exciting big eater competition in the history of Turanze.

Since the death of the Stomachless King, although the Turan warriors occasionally use their food intake to compete.

However, there are very few tribes and towns that are still holding serious big eater competitions.

All the Turan orcs agreed that the Stomachless King and the Abyssal Worm had created unprecedented miracles.

After their one-and-a-half-month-long, earth-shattering and weeping ghosts and gods contest, any form and level of big appetite competitions has become a child's play.

Except for "Fist" and "Death Triangle".

In addition to "Stomachless King" and "Abyssal Demon Insect".

Every huge bone fossil displayed in this "fossil museum" has a thrilling and soul-stirring story, which will lead to a hero who was once all-powerful and famous in history.

The wolf king knows all about the origin of these fossils and the stories of epic heroes.

He took Meng Chao around among the huge fossil bones for a long time, eloquent and eloquent.

In the end, he concluded unsatisfactorily: "The monster war that happened five or six thousand years ago is the golden age of heroes!

"At that time, the warriors of the five major clans worked together, fought against the enemy, rushed forward one after another to the overwhelming beast tide, and fought to the death with epic giant beasts dozens of times larger than themselves.

"Victory will leave a name in history and create a miracle that stunned countless latecomers.

"Defeated, you can also kill heartily, and die happily!

"Unlike today, we almost wiped out all the totem beasts in Turanze. We can only kill each other or go to trouble with the Holy Light camp—this kind of battle is certainly exciting, but there are no orcs and monsters all the time." The duel between them was vigorous and full of legend.

"I swear, if I can really obtain the inheritance of the Holy Mountain, I must come back here, absorb the power contained in the 'Great Triangle of Death' and the fossilized bones of the 'Abyssal Demon Insect', and witness 'Fist' and 'King of No Stomach' with my own eyes." Wait for the demeanor of the legendary powerhouse!"

"etc--"

However, Meng Chao extracted a very sensitive key word from the long speech of the Wolf King, and his ears perked up, "What did you just say, monster...war?"

"Yes, monster."

The wolf king glanced at Meng Chao, and said nonchalantly, "Five or six thousand years ago or even earlier, totem beasts were scattered in every corner of Tulanze, they were numerous and extremely aggressive.

"At that time, the Turan orcs didn't have so many totem armors like today, and they didn't fully grasp the power hidden in the depths of the totems.

"The territory of the five major clans has not yet expanded to the edge of the Holy Light Land, or even penetrated directly into the hinterland of the Holy Light Human Race. The conflict between us and the Holy Light camp is not too intense.

"At that time, the totem beast was our biggest enemy.

"That's why the Turan orcs at that time called the totem beasts 'monsters', and they competed for living space with the totem beasts for thousands of years, hunting and counter-hunting, devouring and counter- devouring battles, called 'monster wars'.

"The monster war is more cruel than the 'battle of glory' between us and the Holy Light camp.

"Because both sides in the Battle of Glory have solid defense lines and vast hinterlands, except for a very few cases of defeat, both sides can get precious respite in their respective hinterlands.

"But the totem beasts are intermingled with us, and they may attack us anytime and anywhere.

"The monster war that lasted for thousands of years has harvested the lives of countless Turan warriors.

"But it also allowed us to harvest a large amount of totem beast flesh and blood, and extracted the mysterious substance in the flesh and blood that can forge totem armor.

"The mysterious lines that grow naturally on the bones of the totem beast also let us gradually understand the true meaning of the power of the totem.

"It can be said that without the monster war, there would be no Turan civilization today.

"It was those ferocious, vicious monsters that tried to destroy everything in the past that shaped the Turan orcs into what they are today!"