Chapter 363: Gourt Gods
BOOM—BOOM—BOOM—
At the location of the Final Land, a battle between Gourt Gods erupted.
Gourt Gods of various colors radiated astonishing Appetite Energy, threatening to grind away the very path of gastronomy.
Just being grazed by the shockwaves caused countless stars to vanish into thin air, as if swallowed whole, leaving no trace in the starry sky.
"Old Black! You bastard! Get out of my way!" a Gourt God as green as Piccolo roared hideously.
Its body was covered in smooth, erald-green scales like a snake’s, possessing incredibly tough defense that could weaken a large portion of any energy attack.
"Old Green-Scale Ghost, if you have the skills, speak with your fists! What’s the use of just flapping your lips? After more than 10 billion years, your strength is still the sa."
Old Black was a massive, black Gourt God. Its bald head shone brightly, reflecting the light of the universe, dazzlingly radiant.
It was one of the Gourt Gods who had stayed in the Final Land. It knew very well that if these guys got in, the Final Land would beco even more chaotic, which was not what they wanted to see.
"Arrogant!"
BOOM—
Green Scale roared, a majestic Appetite Energy erupting from its body. It hand-rubbed a green Appetite Black Hole, one hundred million kiloters in diater. The black hole appeared, greedily and madly devouring the surrounding food planets like a gaping maw of the abyss, swallowing everything.
Even light couldn’t escape the green black hole.
Once caught, it would instantly beco nourishnt for the Gourt God Green Scale, enhancing its power.
"Heh. Child’s play."
Old Black sneered. Appetite manifesting as a black hole... this was a trick the Gourt Gods had played with ages ago.
It was completely ineffective, just an immobile target.
True powerhouses... engaged in passionate elbowing.
In an instant, deep Appetite Energy condensed on its elbow, covering it like indestructible armor.
BOOM!
Old Black’s sudden burst of speed was like a high-speed black neutron star, moving at over a thousand kiloters per second, instantly piercing the green Appetite Black Hole.
CRACK!
A powerful elbow strike landed precisely on Green Scale’s chest. Its ribs snapped one by one; the scales only slightly dampened the force.
SQUELCH!
Green blood mixed with Appetite Energy sprayed from its fanged mouth. Every drop of blood seed capable of shaping a Gourt Star.
"Hehehe... don’t waste it."
Old Black, adhering to the principle of frugality, collected the Gourt God blood with golden tableware, saving it for soup later.
Even the weakest Gourt God had a Capture Level of a staggering one million.
God blood was a great tonic with various uses.
"This is too much!"
Green Scale’s lungs were about to explode with rage. It knew exactly what Old Black intended to do.
"You’re not human anyway," Old Black said flatly, storing the divine blood.
The Gourt Gods stood there, coldly observing. A battle between two Gourt Gods was earth-shattering and far-reaching. If multiple Gourt Gods fought, the consequences would be unpredictable.
"Is this a blockbuster movie?"
Unnoticed by anyone, on a planet quite close by, Zongeh and his crew were watching.
The shockwaves generated by the clash of Appetite Energy inexplicably curved away when approaching Zongeh’s location, not affecting them in the slightest.
"This must be the final boss of the ga!" Zongeh’s eyes widened. What is going on?
But... staying here seed safe. Kenji would be fine. It must be a good location.
In reality, apart from the lonely planet they were on, the surrounding area was a complete vacuum, devoid of anything.
"About to hit the jackpot (bad luck)..."
BOOM!
A train crossed the sea of stars (heart ocean) and smashed directly into the Gourt God Old Black, sending it flying.
Old Black: "?"
I’ve elbowed others so many tis... this is the first ti I’ve been elbowed. What the f** is this situation?*
"Oh? A speed bump?"
Kenji poked his head out of the Astral Express window, watching Old Black (the speed bump) fly away. He suddenly understood. No wonder there was a jolt.
The "horn" reinforced with star power was really sothing. Even a Gourt God had to fly.
"Ladies and gentlen, good afternoon! Have you eaten?" Kenji switched to a cheerful greeting.
"Humans?"
A blue Gourt God exclaid in surprise.
Since when can humans co here? And in such a strange space vehicle?
[Mr. Toriko, if you need to fight, just say the word.]
The White Ogre spoke in Toriko’s heart. It recognized these Gourt Gods; they were not weak.
Toriko nodded. If I use Sunny...
Sunny had a look of disgust on his face, complaining, "So ugly. I can’t look. No aesthetic sense at all."
Toriko smirked. That was his thought too. Gourt Gods were incredibly ugly. Although humanoid, they lacked any beauty.
"Ants! You seek death!"
A giant hand ford of Appetite Energy crashed down, locking onto Kenji and the others, covering an area the size of a solar system.
Facing Appetite Energy, if you couldn’t resist, you would be devoured by appetite.
Clang-clang-clang—
"Black Star-Swirl Tornado!"
The crisp sound of knife and fork clashing rang out. Pitch-black Appetite Energy transford into a sky-piercing tornado. The twinkling starlight seed to be the last afterglow of stars, erupting with power to tear everything apart.
The Appetite Hand and the Black Tornado collided and vanished almost simultaneously.
"Hahaha! Ichiryu, we really are the best match!" Don Sli’s laughter rang out.
Borrowing Ichiryu’s body, Don Sli activated his strongest form, his size instantly matching that of a Gourt God.
Only Ichiryu could bring out his full power. No one else could do it.
"Is that you, Black King?"
A red Gourt God with four ox horns recognized Don Sli. After all, this was the King who once ruled the Black Universe.
However, he had been gone for many years. This appearance seed even stronger than his peak.
(Don Sli: That’s because I t Ichiryu.)
"What Black King? Blah blah blah! I am Don Sli now! Rember it well!" Don Sli declared with extre seriousness.
This was the na Ichiryu gave him.
As for "Black King"... the title those people used to call him had long been discarded.
"Don Sli, you..."
Ichiryu smiled helplessly. Don Sli really cared about his na.
This power was indeed strong. Don Sli hadn’t been bragging.
"Black King, are you also here for the Final Land?"
"You motherf***er! Are your ears broken?! My na is Don Sli!"
Seeing the red Gourt God completely ignore his na, Don Sli was furious. Wielding his Don Knife and Don Fork, he charged, determined to cut him into a thousand pieces.
This is the bond between and Ichiryu!
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