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This method of advancement even attracted many weak demon lords who wanted to join Garfield's ranks, willingly offering up their territories to become part of the Gourmet Demons' camp.

At the same time, they retained a considerable amount of power, which puts them at a higher starting point than those gourmet demons who were desperately evolving.

Garfield agreed to their surrender, partly because locals were more experienced in guiding them and could accelerate their expansion.

On the other hand, once a demon becomes a gourmet, these demons who come to it will automatically be judged as its subordinates under the rules of hell.

They can acquire the same ability as other Gourmet Demons, allowing them to spread Gourmet Cells even further.

Wouldn't it be even better if there were traitors? They could spread the food cells directly into the enemy's base.

To date, Garfield's high-ranking demons have increased to one hundred million! This includes demons who have defected to him.

The number of mid- and low-ranking demons is countless, as they are constantly fighting and evolving, making their numbers extremely unstable. If one had to use an analogy, mid- and low-ranking demons are as numerous as the sands of a desert.

This number is enough to attempt a war with Heaven.

After all, Heaven's business on Earth isn't doing very well either; there are fewer and fewer good people, and the number of newborn angels they produce is pitifully small.

In contrast, hell is filled with people who die naturally, are shot, commit suicide, are killed in self-defense, are slaughtered by superpowers, or die after being caught up in various accidents.

The supply channels for souls are endless.

If the original demon lords of Hell, who had already given up, were to pick a few of the best souls from this endless stream of souls as their own treasures, they would all be expert collectors of figurines.

But Garfield is different; he doesn't care about the quality of those souls, he only cares about how delicious it is.

As long as it remains within its territory, any demon that continues to evolve will eventually evolve into a flavor that satisfies it!

"Roar!"

Another [Destruction Ray] was fired. This skill is really getting better and better with use. The surging energy brought by the vast territory amplified the power of this move by more than a hundred times.

Beside it is Tian Xiaoban, who has already transformed by exploiting a bug.

Oh, now it should be called Beelzemon Burst Mode (or: Beelzemon Gale Mode).

In the Digital World, Gluttony is the Ultimate level Digimon standing at the pinnacle, representing one of the Seven Demon Lords. It possesses the ability to rule over numerous Demon-type Digimon and is a solitary Demon Lord-type Digimon.

His right hand wields a large, mechanically designed gun, capable of unleashing his signature finishing move: [Positron Cannon].

The terrifying energy beams could clear an area with a single shot, and the black wings on his back gave him exceptional mobility.

The terrain of hell could not limit his speed.

After unleashing a barrage of attacks on the demons blocking the expansion, the guy hiding in the back finally emerged: Leviathan, the [Envy] demon.

"Hi! Long time no see, you two. Did you miss me?"

Groudon Garfield's voice was deep and muffled as he gritted his teeth and said:

"Yes, I really want to kill you!"

Leviathan laughed wildly: "Hahahaha, come on, I have plenty of clones! Kill as many as you want!"

"Roar!"

Sword of the Cliff

Leviathan easily dodged the suddenly protruding rock and taunted, "You only ever use these few tricks, don't you know anything else?"

The provocation was very successful; Groudon Garfield instantly transformed into a Saiyan.

The hair on its head changed from black to yellow and then to red! Its imposing presence doubled.

The crimson aura revealed unparalleled killing intent! Any low- to mid-level demons touched by this killing intent died instantly.

The next second, Super Saiyan God Garfield arrived in front of Leviathan and threw a simple punch straight at Leviathan's face.

Leviathan couldn't dodge it; all he could do before self-destructing was sneer at that twisted face: "You trash!"

Boom! Boom—

The first sound was the sound of a self-destruction; the second sound was the sound of Garfield punching seven mountains to pieces.

"Damn it, so close!"

If Garfield manages to destroy Leviathan before it self-destructs, Hell will rule against Leviathan, and the power of [Jealousy] will naturally belong to Garfield.

But Leviathan, that cunning demon, self-destructed at an unbelievable speed; even Super Saiyan God didn't have time to destroy him.

Garfield could already guess that several controlled clones would soon come to attack him.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

Netero's clone, representing "Gluttony," is actually charging towards this place.

He opened his beak wide, inhaling rapidly, drawing in every demon in his path. Although the low- to mid-level demons were weak and could provide Netero with very little power, it still provided an improvement.

Without hesitation, the Fallen Hellbeast opened fire, unleashing a 20-round burst of [Positron Cannon]!

The energy sphere was deliberately set off to explode just before it reached Netero. The terrifying shockwave from that explosion should be enough to blow that horrible guy away.

Unfortunately, Beelzemon failed. Gluttony never picks at food and eats as much as it comes.

Netero's speed did not decrease but increased, seemingly because of the energy supply he had just received, which made him stronger!

"My goodness, Garfield, can you beat him?"

The Fallen Hellbeast's mouth twitched as it asked Garfield, who was standing next to it.

"Beating him isn't the problem. What I'm more curious about is, can [Jealousy] really fool [Gluttony]?"

The Fallen Hell Beast, watching the spectacle from the sky, jokingly remarked, "I think it's quite possible. It's possible that the energy within you is the most abundant in all of Hell right now, so he's set his sights on you, lusting after your body!"

Upon hearing that the other person was lusting after its body, Garfield's face instantly darkened.

"I'm always the one who eats others, no one can eat me! This clone is too arrogant, I'll destroy him today!"

"Oh, good luck. By the way, are you sure you can't copy Beelzemon?"

As soon as Tian Xiaoban transformed into the Fallen Hell Beast, Garfield took a bite of him.

As a result, Garfield only tasted the saltiness and blandness. When it tried to analyze the gene, it found a bunch of glowing data in its mouth.

However, the cells of this ultimate life form are unable to analyze network data.

"It's useless, and besides, your meat tastes awful!"

Garfield rushed out after speaking, colliding violently with Netero, and began a terrifying battle!

…………

The Fallen Hell Beast used a summoning circle to summon the Candy Ship again.

[Boss, Kovacs reporting for duty! What's his look today?]

"This is Beelzemon, an Ultimate-level Digimon. Simply put, it's a cybernetic life form! It's similar to you."

[Really? I'm just an AI, I can't do abstract things, boss, don't lie to me!]

Kovacs said he didn't believe it, but the spacecraft's data detection had already been activated.

Record all of the other party's data.

"Don't just focus on data analysis, do you have any energy storage devices here? I'd like to extract some of the energy from my body for you to study!"

[Some of you, bosses, remember that lump of metal I took from hell last time? After my painstaking, sleepless research…]

[I've finally found its use!]

The Fallen Hellbeast's lips twitched, and its three eyes turned into dead fish eyes: "Do AIs need to sleep? And aren't you an AI? How come you're spitting blood? I only made you a researcher because I liked you, because you can work 007 all year round!"

[Boss! Don't change the subject, and don't complain. What I'm going to talk about now is the amazing invention I've been working on these past few days! The Metal Energy Furnace!]

Several mechanical drones flew out from inside the spaceship, each towing a tray with a baseball-sized object on it.

What's this thing used for?

[As its name suggests, "Metal Energy Furnace," it's used to store energy! I discovered that the metal has a strong compatibility with all types of energy, capable of absorbing and storing it.]

[I've been thinking before, boss, you'll definitely create some other incredibly powerful characters in the future. If you can't leave behind your genes, then leaving behind some energy would be good too!]

Wow—what it said makes so much sense!

"That makes sense. Some life forms are indeed pure energy beings. With our current gene extraction technology, we really can't store their DNA."

If we could leave some energy behind, that would be good.

[However, boss, there's still a small problem with this thing!]

Upon hearing that there was a twist, the Fallen Hellbeast raised its hand cannon, pointing the muzzle directly at the spaceship, and said, "What's the problem! Don't tell me this is a half-finished product! Don't tell me everything you just said was a lie!"

No, no, boss, don't be so irritable! The "Metal Energy Furnace" works perfectly.

The imperfection is that this hellish metal requires the same amount of energy to be input into the energy furnace during storage; otherwise, the furnace will explode.

The Fallen Hell Beast's supercomputing brain immediately understood the meaning of these words.

"In other words, if you supply electrical energy to this metal energy furnace, then this metal energy furnace can only absorb electrical energy! Is that what you mean?"

[That's right. Because I haven't had enough time to study it, I haven't solved the conversion between different types of energy yet. For now, I can only treat it as a disposable energy battery!]

Once I research and develop a method for energy conversion, I can use it as an energy core!

Beelzemon wanted to say, "It's not bad now." But seeing Kowasky's energetic appearance, he decided not to discourage him.

"Oh, then good luck."

After offering a meaningless word of encouragement, the Fallen Hell Beast inputted its own data energy into the small object in its hand!

As the dusty little ball lit up, its internal energy was continuously replenished.

[Boss, take it easy. This thing can store a lot of energy. See that red dot up there? It'll light up when it's full. But once the red light is on, whatever you do, don't charge it anymore, it'll explode!]

The Fallen Hell Beast raised an eyebrow, understanding the implication: the 'Tomb of the Living Dead' had probably already been ravaged by such an explosion!

"If I go back and find that everything in the 'Tomb of the Living Dead' is gone, I'll turn you into a toilet!"

[Oh no, boss, you have to believe me. As a scientist, I'm very rigorous when conducting experiments!]

Kovacs's data was accompanied by a stiff smile. While a smiling data is inherently stiff, Kovacs's overly expressive nature made that stiffness even more pronounced.

In an attempt to convey its "happiness," the smiley face was made to appear stiff and jerky.

In the eyes of the Fallen Hell Beast, this was a typical example of awkward laughter.

The red light on the metal energy furnace lit up, indicating that it was fully charged. The Fallen Hell Beast sensed it and found that two-thirds of its energy had been drained.