Don Chi resists the illusion in his mind that "I can do anything", although it is partly true, that he identifies himself as a chef who focuses on cooking. It's just that the ingredients and kitchen utensils he uses for cooking are unbelievable.

Mesolia's "true body" is no less complex than Flora's, who spends her days wandering mysteriously, breaking into forbidden places and dangerous realms, fighting and devouring countless strange and powerful creatures, which makes his body weak and complex.

Mesoria, on the other hand, has devoured a lot of food over the course of a long time, including a large number of creatures and races in the world, including even gods, such as a small piece of flesh and skin, which was once the god of war.

He loves these foods, devours them, and allows them to rot in his body in order to gain all kinds of power, which is the characteristic of the source of his divinity.

"Mesoria, in her heyday, had countless kinds of incredible powers, if it was him at that time, in the face of a 'false god' like Tang Qi, as long as he moved, he could forcibly suppress it, and even let Tang Qi take the initiative to cut himself, cook himself, and turn himself into a delicacy for him to taste. ”

"It's a pity that in a death act, he provoked an opponent who could not be opposed, and even his 'country of Mesoria' completely collapsed, and Mesoria, which was parasitic in the body of a Hehro monster, was equivalent to degrading and shrinking from a mature state to a newborn baby. ”

"He needs to suppress the risk of getting out of control at all times, the power he can use is extremely limited, and in order to find a few dependents, he also needs to deliberately make a 'Tongue of God' dish to trick those extraordinary chefs into eating it...... If he makes a mistake in his actions, such as accidentally eating a dish of broth, he will immediately lose control and become a divine monster. ”

"In fact, this is true of most dying gods, the puppet god Porusa was almost killed by a supernova, and Flora was no match for another supernova...... It's not that there is a disparity in strength, it's that they are too restricted. ”

"If they are willing to give up their egos and directly lose control and become monsters, any 'weak god' is enough to cause unimaginable disasters to the Federation and even the Origin Star...... At that time, not to mention one supernova, even ten or dozens of them may not be able to eliminate the disaster. ”

"Well, this example needs to be ruled out first, a supernova like him can at least drag the monster into the mystery. ”

Before Tang Qi revealed his true purpose, he deliberately cast the "Body Control Spell" and "Truth Curse" superimposed, and with his new understanding of life and soul, he successfully restored Mesolia a little bit of herself.

"Little, but enough. ”

"After all, no matter how little self-will I have, I will immediately control myself from getting out of control, and then become my special ingredient. ”

These thoughts seem to transcend time.

While flashing out, it did not affect Tang Qi's movements.

Mesoria, who had been reduced to a huge mass of flesh, contained a large number of strange things on the surface and inside of his body, most of which were flesh and blood, and there were even many rotten pieces of flesh that contained divine nature.

Donch didn't strip him of him as he did with Flora.

There is an essential difference between the two.

The minced meat, which was already part of Mesolia, had been devoured, chewed, rotted, and fermented...... Tang Qi didn't think he could get anything out of it.

His eyes instantly saw everything about Mesoria, and he was like a transcendent chef skilled enough to be called an artist, a sword made of the thorns of truth, cut down, and silently, a part of Mesoria's body fell.

It was a "slice of meat", an extremely complex slice of meat.

It is composed of pink, pitch black, gray spots, and strong yellow, and if you look closely, it seems to be a "rotten country", where a large number of minced meat of unknown creatures are fermented, and the entangled and converging breath is incredibly polluted.

But at the moment, all this pollution is shielded by a layer of dreamy brilliance.

Poof!

The slices of Namenoria shrunk to normal size in a way that would be incomprehensible to the average transcendent, and fell into a graffiti-covered crockpot with a picture of a group of primitive people sharing broth around a campfire.

The crockpot hung in the air, the flames rising at the bottom, and the water used to cook the soup was not clean, but more like black milk, no doubt from Mesolia herself.

If you don't look at this grotesque and terrifying picture, and only complain about his cooking methods, Tang Qi does have the style of a "transcendent food artist", paying attention to not adding superfluous ingredients, but using the simplest cooking methods.

The first knife fell, and the slices of meat fell into the crockpot.

Tang Qi did not continue, but carefully observed.

Half a second later, she seemed to have a complete insight into Mesoria's state.

"I used the 'Sword of Truth' to cut him, in a way to lighten his burden, as long as he maintained his own will, the characteristic power would not burst, and the flame spell with the characteristics of the furnace boiled his body through the crockpot and through his milk, which was equivalent to disintegrating the burst reaction. ”

"As I expected, then...... You're welcome. ”

Another thought flickered, and Tang Qi leaned down, winked at the scarlet eyes, and then laughed in a low voice.

Mesoria didn't have much self-will left, and even though she felt a little relieved by the fact that she had just cut off a piece of flesh, she was still a little sluggish in her reaction.

He tried to tighten his grip and was going to think of a way out.

At this moment, he had realized that it was not a human transcendent who was directed at him, but another "god", a god he had never seen or eaten, and he instinctively had an appetite for Tang Qi, but the desire to survive was strong.

It's just that before he could achieve anything, all of a sudden, his eyes seemed to see an incredible terrifying picture, and they stopped turning directly.

Before his eyes, divine tentacles appeared, each wrapped in a special kitchen knife. Hourglasses, scales, gemstones, griffins, baby ...... emerge from kitchen knives These symbols show that they are all the thorns of truth.

Mesoria's somewhat sluggish mind realized what was about to happen.

But there was nothing He could do to stop it.

He could only watch as a large number of tentacles brandished kitchen knives and slashed down.

Puff! Puff!

Scenes that should only appear in "food cartoons" take place in this food house.

In the dazzling light of the knife, the slices of meat fell one after another, falling into the gradually boiling broth.

Mesoria's real body is huge, but it can't withstand this kind of cutting speed.

The strange thing is that the ordinary-looking clay pot has always been able to hold the falling pieces of deity meat, and can also boil them.

However, if someone can observe it closely, they will be shocked to find that the aura emitted by the primitive crockpot is faintly in line with Tang Qi, who has entered the "deification state" at this moment, just like a fantasy creature like Amanda in the dream country.

Or the experimental tower in the town of Deborah.

Soon, Mesoria was cut to the last piece.

Seeing that those tentacles were about to wave again, an incomparably strong black light erupted from the "meat slices".

Mesoria, many times smaller, appeared, a pair of fat, rotting claws scratching desperately, and soon scratched a crack that he was about to get into and escape.

As he fled, his black tongue was still wrapped in a piece of rotting flesh, and the terrifying divine power emanated from it, faintly condensing into a symbol resembling a scarlet skull.

Thanks to Donch's help, he lost almost ninety percent of his divinity, soul, and knowledge, which had become part of the broth.

But because of this, He has fully recovered himself and is trying to escape with the last of his strength.

When he pulled the crack, in the food house, one after another crazy figures also pounced on Tang Qi, who were the contestants and judges who couldn't help themselves.

Tang Qi didn't care, he looked straight at the flesh and skin that Mesoria was unwilling to give up until death, and when he touched the skull symbol, he only felt a sharp pain from his soul to his body, and in a trance, he was about to fall into an extremely terrifying battlefield.

Soon, he woke up, stunned for a moment, and said with some tears and laughter: "The flesh and skin of Vesta, the god of torture and war?"

"In this way, Mesoria is really a persistent foodie. ”

"In that case, don't you want to taste the unique and infinitely delicious ones that you have cooked yourself...... Full flavor mystery broth?"

In the last sentence, Tang Qi cast the mantra spell as usual.

When he spat out those last words, in an instant, a fragrance of appetite that even gods would give birth to in the food house filled the house with madness.

The contestants and judges who pounced on the ground "bang bang bang", they "vomited" at the same time, and one by one the black tongues appeared, turned into black lines and broke away, and frantically poured into the crockpot.

Mesoria, who was pulling at the crack and had already escaped halfway.

The fat buttocks writhed wildly, and then fell backwards, and the scarlet eyes, almost instantaneously attracted to the crockpot, he stared at the boiling and steaming mysterious broth inside.

His eyes were filled with helplessness, struggle, and longing that could not be concealed.

He walked involuntarily to the crockpot step by step, without the slightest sign of losing control, even though he knew very well that once he entered the crockpot, his fate would no longer be in his own hands, but by the strange, tentacled deity.

Tang Qi could even hear the cry of his heart as he walked over: "I can't get out of control, I can't get out of control, I must taste this broth, the broth made by myself, it will be the most delicious existence in the world." ”

One second!

Two seconds!

In the third second, Mesoria's figure sank into the heat of the crockpot.

Tang Qi's eyes penetrated the rich colors and rich aromas, and he saw that Mesoria, which had shrunk many times, was like a "small fish" swimming in the broth, opening her big mouth, and her black tongue was even more sloppy and swallowing the broth, unaware that the last bit of her body was melting.

Smack!

A divine tentacle, with great dexterity, rolled up the lid of a crockpot, and after Mesoria's complete melting, it was closed.

The flames underneath the crockpot spread in a hula, instantly enveloping the entire crockpot, forming some kind of powerful seal, blocking out the terrifying rich aroma.

Below, some of the contestants and judges who had woken up from the pollution watched the scene in amazement.

It's over?

Mesoria, who has a reputation for horror among the transcendent chef professions and is the sworn enemy of their god "Tataria", is contained in this way...... Or has He fallen completely, reduced to a crockpot of broth?