Gourmet of Another World

The soul god would rather die than give in.

He'll never eat!

The dishes on foot made him feel the crisis.

The food is poison for him, and it will annihilate his sins a little bit! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

This is the Chef's trap and the most effective way to deal with him!

The soul's eyes cracked and his mouth shut.

He still doesn't believe it. He keeps his mouth shut. He can't walk, can he stick the dishes in his mouth?

The gait looks faintly at the soul god.

That look, it's calm.

The culinary array surged...

The power of the pitch-black sin that broke apart on the spirit god was constantly suppressed at this moment.

The eyes of the soul shrink.

Goddamn cook will...

He won't give in.

The gait sighed.

In this room today, the cook god is invincible, even if the spirit god has touched the kingdom of his ancestors.

But he didn't have a heart, and his heart was exploited by the cook god, and now he's suppressed.

Perhaps when the Spirit God has gradually adapted to the power of the heart, he can recall the heart.

But at this moment, the soul god can only be suppressed.

The spiritual body trembled, slowly raising its head, slowly opening its mouth...

His eyes tightened.

He grabbed the spoon and scooped the dish, one spoon at a time, into the mouth of the soul god.

How many people in heaven and earth are looking forward to his dishes.

Unfortunately, the only exception is the soul god, who disgusts the dishes, which originates from deep within the soul god.

At the entrance to the dish, the soul god felt his soul tremble.

The power of the great sin seems out of control...

Boom!

The suppression of culinary arrays was fought open.

Soul gods retreated several steps in a row, covering their heads and kneeling on one knee on the ground.

Over his body, seven faces emerged, each twisted...

That was a crime of seven counts.

All you have to do in order to walk is to inculcate the seven great sins in the soul god.

This is the layout of the Chef God.

Now…

It's finally the last step.

After walking, he retreated one step, retreating beside the white tiger stove, looking faintly at the soul god.

The soul god covered his head as if his head was cracked, his pupils tightened and his body trembled.

He growled and raised his head violently, and the red eye seemed to be slightly distracted.

Recreational dishes.

It's a recipe by the Chef God dedicated to seven sins.

A total of seven dishes, corresponding to seven counts.

The formula, by cooking out just seven dishes, can completely transform the soul god and destroy his power.

Boom!!

The soul god made a long whistle.

A black dragon-like force struggled out of his body, constantly twisting, and a blast collapsed into the void.

Disappeared completely.

This is a sin of the Soul God, collapsed.

Step by step is gradually becoming indifferent.

He turned to the second page of the recipe.

It describes a dish…

Remove ingredients, treat ingredients without delay...

Perhaps the Culinary God has created an heir for everything today.

The goal of the cook god is to need the cooking skills of the heirs to be able to cook out the food in the cook recipe so that there is a chance to destroy the spirit god.

And all of this…

The pedestrian formula is now possible!

Breathe out on foot.

Hot pot, cook another dish.

Intense aroma, like a golden dragon in a room.

Golden Dragon circled, and the black dragon formed by the power of great sin on the soul god confronted each other and growled, biting each other.

The soul god lay on his knees, bound on his body by a chain formed by gastronomic array.

The gait is not oblique, his focus is all on the dish.

The dishes on the recipe are not very difficult, but there are too many emotions to bet on.

It is only now that the footsteps are in love that we have a chance to try.

If it's someone else, you may not even have a chance to try it all.

Pfft...

Dump the dishes out.

Another delicious dish.

The pedestrian formula took a deep breath and the intense aroma haunted his heart.

The gaze in the gaze of the gait.

He came to the soul god with the dishes.

Spiritual gods still prefer to die and resist.

He couldn't resist, slowly opening his mouth...

Another dish goes on.

The blues on the soul god are thick as if they were to burst out of the blood vessels beneath the skin.

That kind of scene, it's absolutely daunting.

The Spirit God took several steps backwards in a row, and yet another power of sin began to disintegrate!

The spiritual god's bloody pupils are getting bigger, smaller, and tighter.

It's an attribute of mutual pain.

“Fucking cook...”

Soul god growls.

It's filled with dark droplets, smelling bad.

Breathe out on foot.

Retract to the side of the stove.

Reach out, open the recipe again, and turn the page again.

Another dish.

Cooking done.

The recipe feeds the soul god on foot.

The power of sin on the soul god was again stripped and disintegrated.

The soul god is in pain, and the anger and despair in his eyes.

This time... he's really going to die of that old cook thing!

Walking formula, left behind by the old Chef God, the biggest conspiracy!

A dish.

Two dishes…

Three dishes…

A total of seven dishes.

The recipe is cooking in no hurry.

However……

It's not that easy to cook, and every dish takes a lot of mental effort on foot.

Once in a while, the cube cooks a dish and exhales.

It's not just mental power, it's even emotional.

Chef's dish, not so easy to cook.

In the room, the system floats quietly in the distance.

It's like it's always been a test.

The system looks calmly and quietly at the pedestrian formula and examines everything about the pedestrian.

This feeling is familiar on foot.

Sixth course.

Walking with thick sweat beads on his forehead, with what he now fixes, all seem a little overwhelming.

After cooking, he took a step back and sat on the floor.

The dish is controlled by invisible forces and suspended in front of the soul god.

The spiritual god is also breathing heavily at this moment.

He ate another bite of the dish.

On the soul god, the pitch black has retreated a lot.

Originally dark as ink, the body turned grey.

Faces are also becoming clearer and less blurry.

The soul god fell to the ground and gasped violently.

He opened his mouth and made a painful growl.

Of the seven tips, black gas spread, turned into black dragon, torn by the golden dragon of vegetables.

“Come on, host, there's only one last dish left. ”

The system sounds like serious and serious refuelling.

The gait looked at the system and the corner of the mouth pulled slightly.

But he's not in a hurry. He needs a break.

The last dish is also the most critical one…

It's not easy to cook on foot, in his current state...

His spiritual strength is almost exhausted.

The breath has also become very weak.

I gasped for a while.

He stood up slowly and came to the White Tiger Stove.

The cooking recipe floats quietly.

Reaching out his hand on foot, he turned the last page.

The golden text sparkles.

The gaze of the gaze is complicated.

Last dish...

The gait was faint and muttered.

The journey of the Chef God took so long, it seemed that it was finally over.

Unknown, the inside of the pedestrian formula has the feeling of a sudden loss, which is very unpleasant.

Breathe out.

The recipe will remove the ingredients the same way.

However, there are not many ingredients.

Last dish, the ingredients are rice and an egg.

Egg fried rice?

The gaze of the pedestrian gaze was obsessed.

He starts with fried eggs and ends with fried eggs?

Shake your head.

The gait slowly raised the curtain and looked at the distant soul god. This look...

Slightly lagged when walking.

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At this moment, the body becomes as if it were an old man.

Gas weakness leaning against the wall of the cabin.

On the grey face, the skin turned into a groove, like a fold on a plateau, stacked together, striking.

White hair spreads.

Soul gods are like being sucked out of all life.

Seven counts of mercilessness made him eternal.

However, after depriving seven heartless sins, the soul god becomes old as a mortal.

He seems to be dying, really dying.

The gaze of the gaze is complicated.

Spirit God is a great enemy, the last thing to happen... it turns out this is true.

Deprived of the right to immortality, living and dying.

But this is probably the best thing that happened to the Spirit God, compared to his sins.

The gait shook his head and exhaled.

Start cooking the last fried eggs.

Rub.

Eggs are kowtowed.

Rice pellets in pan...

Intense aroma, instantly rolling up.

Fried eggs...

A familiar dish that gives way to a dish that can be cooked almost unconsciously, actually shows up at such a solemn time.

Unknown concessions are a bit odd.

Hot pot, flaming, reflecting the face of the gait.

Walking seems to be slowing down.

The ingredients in the stir-fry are also slower as they fly.

In the distance, the soul god leaned against the wall and looked bitterly at the fire that had erupted in the basalt pot.

He seemed to see the old man in the fire.

Cloudy eyes, some trance.

Quiet footsteps sounded.

He walked in the vegetables and walked to the spirit god.

The gaze of the gaze of the gait is also a bit complicated.

“Come on, have your last meal. ”

The pedestrian path.

He used a porcelain spoon to scoop up the egg fried rice in a bluegrass porcelain plate.

A hint of smoke haunts the egg fried rice, making this bowl of egg fried rice look incredibly sophisticated.

“It's beautiful...”

The spiritual god was powerless to look at the rice grains and egg drops in the porcelain spoon, and he murmured.

One foot at a time.

“What a beautiful flower...”

Spiritual Divinity.

The next moment, the groove on the soul god's face jumped, and the old man, he actually made a wild laugh.

Tears of laughter all flowed.

“Chef… you'll regret it! ”

“When I faded away the evil… something really reminded me. ”

The spiritual god smiled, looking at the gaze of the gait, some sympathy.

“You're in the pit, just like me. ”

The power of the last great sin above the body of the soul god began to tremble.

The gait frown wrinkled.

What does soul god mean?

Fountain stopped, that spoon of egg fried rice, was stiff in his hand, did not feed the soul god to eat it.

“It is heartless… to be able to kill oneself with one's own hands. ”

The soul god laughed.

Ahhh!

Suddenly.

The pedestrian senses a tremendous force acting on his hands.

That spoon of egg fried rice was pushed out by this force and stuffed into the mouth of the soul god...

Squeeze your gaze!

It's not him!

He just fed the soul god... not him!

Walking squarely to the side.

By his side, the system, which was transformed by the energy line, appeared silently beside the walking formula, pushed his hand and fed the egg fried rice to the soul god.

Far away.

The apparatus of the kitchen god set slowly emerged.

They were turned into human beings, suspended quietly.

Take a deep breath and look at the soul god who ate the egg fried rice.

The soul looks at the gait with sympathy in its eyes.

The next moment, the torso starts to crack.

He opened his mouth, his mouth...

One path of black gas surged from the seven tips, eventually...

Thoroughly dissipated into a black dragon.

Seven powers of sin, completely stripped from the body of the soul god.

And the soul god, with a dry shell left, old Mai fell to the ground... dying.

“Little... cook... child...”

Old Mai's soul god, his eyes clouding his gaze at the pedestrian formula... the word for word.

Watching on foot.

The next moment…

Suddenly creepy!

Buzz...

With the Seventh Great Sin of the Soul God being stripped of its power...

A pure energy, centered on a wooden house...

Spread out!

Boom!

The whole countryside, as if it were at this moment, awakening.

Millions of grass and trees grow wild.

Soaring above a fairy tree in the clouds, a white lotus flower that had already dried up blossomed quietly.

Many of the strong are attracted to the white Lotus of Forgetfulness.

The Catholic Patriarch, the Original Venerable, the Dog, and other powerful people can sense it.

The power of sin in the cabin disappeared.

But...

Whether it's Master Dog, Pluto Luha, or the Catholic Father, I'm not happy...

Unnamed…

There seemed to be more terrible pressures on them.

Pfft!

Pfft! Pfft!

The beating sound of the heart rises.

Everyone looked at the cabin and their eyes shrunk...

Only, the cabin began to crumble quietly...

The body of the gait, slowly emerged.

In front of the gait, lie quietly in a decaying old body.

And when the cabin scattered like light sand.

A figure, sitting quietly in the footsteps and not far from the old man.

It's also an old man.

The old man has no breath.

And in his hand...

Grab a heart.

Over the heart, the power of seven great sins circled.

Slowly falling, wrapped around the heart, blended into it...

Buzz...

The system, the five spirits, are all suspended in front of the shadow, blocking the path of walking...

The old man sitting on the plate bounced his fingers slightly.

After…

Slowly raise your head.

The old man looked at the gait and pulled the corner of his mouth slightly.

The next moment, the heart belonging to the soul god, he stuck it in his chest...

“Congratulations, you have successfully completed the Chef's Way. ”

Old man, stand up slowly.

As he climbed up from the ground.

His body began to grow younger and all the wrinkles on his face were scattered.

Ultimately, he became the mediocre middle-aged man he had seen in the memory of the Cursed Queen.

The latter opens his mouth, reveals his white teeth and looks at the gait.

“Unfortunately… there is only one cooking god needed. ”