"Your Majesty is wise." The Ghoul King let out a long sigh of relief. As long as it wasn’t completely abandoned, there was still room to maneuver. He had already brought millions of Jackalweres under his control, and in the short term, dared not ask for too much.

"Begin the transformation. How should I cooperate with you?" the King of the Jackalweres asked.

"As long as Your Majesty nods, the rest is up to me." The Ghoul King confidently replied, "This is, after all, my God Kingdom!"

"Then I’ll leave it to you!" The King of the Jackalweres didn’t doubt the Ghoul King’s abilities and activated the Plane Teleportation ability of the Howling Peaks without a word, returning to Yenogu’s Realm to avoid seeing what would unfold.

This was his greatest advantage, for from the very beginning, he was in an invincible position.

Even if this war was lost, his greatest loss would only be the Ghoul King as a vassal, and it wouldn’t directly affect Yenogu’s Realm.

And the Ghoul King was left behind on the spot.

As the King of the Jackalweres departed, the Ghoul King returned to his Soulless Throne, but he didn’t sit on the throne. Instead, he stood respectfully to the side and said deferentially, "I respectfully invite my Lord."

The eyes of the Super Giant skull that served as the backdrop to the Soulless Throne suddenly lit up with a ghastly white glow.

Two beams of substantial light converged on the Soulless Throne, and a pale phantom resembling the Ghoul King emerged from them.

As this phantom emerged, the entire Soulless Throne was enveloped by a vast, tangible Divine Power, and even the Ghoul King couldn’t help but feel a rush of uncontrollable hunger.

This was the true form of the Ghoul King, who had always been integrated with his God Kingdom, the Grey-White Kingdom.

Whether faced by the Corpse King earlier or seeking an audience with the King of the Jackalweres, it was always his Demonic Incarnation.

The Demonized form of the Ghoul King was well-prepared. With a point of his Ravenous Staff, a pale Skeleton Magic Circle lit up in the center of the Court of the Lost Souls, and in the next second, hundreds of Jackalweres appeared out of nowhere.

These Jackalweres, suddenly teleported in, were clearly defeated soldiers from the front lines, with visible panic and unease on their faces, blankly observing their surroundings.

Once they saw their surroundings clearly, the unease on their hyena-like faces began to gradually fade; even when faced with countless hungry eyes, their faces still involuntarily lifted with a hint of arrogance.

"Howl!" The Ghoul King was the first to release control over his hunger and leaped towards the nearest Jackalwere.

This action was like sounding the charge, and the Ghouls around immediately pounced from all directions.

"How dare you... we are your masters... how dare you do this..."

"You slaves dare disrespect your masters!"

"Howl... what you’re doing is betrayal. The King of the Jackalweres will never forgive you!"

The Jackalweres panicked, forcibly maintaining composure and shouting loudly, invoking the King of the Jackalweres.

The tactics that usually worked every time were ineffective this time; the Ghouls were deaf to their rebukes.

The Ghoul King toppled the nearest Jackalwere to the ground, biting off his neck while gnawing on his fresh flesh, evilly chuckling, "Today, the gaze of the King of the Jackalweres will not be here. There are only hunters and food with us. Whether you become hunters or food, it’s your choice!"

The light in the Ghoul King’s eyes shot out like substance, filled with endless hunger, contagious like a plague, and the Jackalweres who met his gaze involuntarily fell into endless hunger.

This hunger was not only physical but also spiritual.

Their gazes towards their companions changed subtly, no longer seeing them as kindred but as incredibly delicious dishes, with enticing aromas emanating from their bodies.

Howl!

Many Jackalweres succumbed to this hunger, pouncing on the nearest companions. In choosing between hunter and food, they chose to be hunters, even if the food was their kind.

In the blink of an eye, the Soulless Throne turned into a terrifying, bloodthirsty large-scale dining hall, showcasing the horrifying scene of cannibalism, with flesh and blood splattering everywhere, everyone fervently feasting. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Even the Jackalweres knocked to the ground as food were not feeling pain. They too were madly feeding, either tearing off flesh from nearby comrades or, lacking that opportunity, gnawing on themselves.

Just like the hunger sacrifice initiated by the Ghoul King, the Jackalweres caught in mutual consumption began to uncontrollably twist, their hair shedding to reveal pale skin, transforming towards ghouls, though without developing wings.

The Winged Ghoul was a result of targeted hunger sacrifice, needing a large number of offerings to create a few ghouls with special abilities.

But now, reversing the situation, only a few offerings were needed to transform most Jackalweres into Ghouls.

And the pale phantom on the Soulless Throne also opened its large mouth, greedily devouring.

But what it consumed wasn’t flesh, but the hunger-infused Divine Nature Force produced during the sacrifice, making its form more solid as it roared deeply, "To live is to eat, start feasting, devour all the invaders."