The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 987

Cliff, the young goblin magic chef, had a look of remorse on his face. He hated himself for being too proud and complacent. He wanted to become famous in one fell swoop, so he deliberately chose to use the unpopular cold brew cooking method in this preliminary round to cook an intermediate magic dish.

Originally, with his skill and talent, the success rate of cooking this dish was extremely high, otherwise he would not have chosen to act so recklessly. Although Cliff is only twenty-three years old, he has been on the path of a magic chef under the influence of his parents since he was a child. When he graduated from the chef academy, he obtained the professional level of an intermediate magic chef. Crying is a specialty of their family, and they have successfully cooked it many times in their home restaurant.

But who would have thought that just a piece of steam floating from the side would make his success come to a halt. Seeing that he was about to fail in participating in this grand event for the first time, how could he not make Cliff regretful! !

Just as Cliff was in a hurry, trying to save things in vain, a breeze suddenly blew from the direction of the God of Cookery sculpture not far away. Then Cliff saw the cracks spreading on the ice bird on the chopping board and stopped moving. , and later disappeared from the crystal-clear ice bird’s body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Thank you my Lord, God of Cookery for your blessing!!"

A miracle happened right before his eyes. Although Cliff didn't know what was going on, he was able to get his already cut off road to the competition back on track. He was so happy that the young hobgoblin couldn't help but hold it tightly. He raised his fists and prayed a few words secretly in the direction of the newly erected sculpture of the God of Cookery.

For a goblin like him who has made a name for himself in the field of cooking at a young age, the preachers of the Church of the God of Cookery will naturally approach him and develop him into a believer. At least he will have some exposure to the belief in the God of Cookery. Therefore, at this time, I would like to express my gratitude to this false God of Cookery. , also normally.

And just when he was giving thanks, a touch of pure power of faith floated out from his head, and Wu Feng automatically came closer to the sculpture. After a while, that trace of faith governance fell into Allen's consciousness. come into hands.

"Ha, that's interesting!!"

After getting through the initial misfortune and discovering that the current situation was not without risks, but rather more mysterious, Allen was no longer in a hurry to get out of the predicament.

After some more groping, Allen's consciousness passed directly through the inner space of the sculpture and possessed its entity at the competition venue in the southwest of Green Lake City. There were more and more familiar faces and environments in front of him, but... No one knew that he was observing the huge city through a dead object.

With a thought in Allen's mind, the mental gossamers spread out directly, and the outline of the entire city formed a vivid sand table in his mind. Even the residents or ghosts who were hiding at home without showing up could not escape. shape.

However, there are still some anomalies in it. For example, not far next door, the Temple of Nature is located in the seven or eight large chapels in the southeastern outer city. Although Allen sketched an outline of the building in the sandbox in his mind, the internal layout, the atmosphere of the members, etc. But it seems to be hidden in the mist, completely undetectable. On the contrary, the underground temple of the Church of the God of Cookery hidden hundreds of meters below has left a relatively clear framework on the sand table in Allen's sea of ​​consciousness, and the auras of many clergy members can also be sensed in it.

Allen frowned slightly, his expression a little serious, but soon his eyebrows relaxed again. No matter how powerful the Green Field Tribe is, its heritage and foundation are definitely not as good as the church that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years. The other party has many means and methods to hide the interior of the church building so that no one can peek into it. After all, the Green Field Tribe has only been around for more than two hundred years, and even Allen's own network of connections and influence can only barely take shape, let alone those rare magical props and magic.

The mental power swept across the summit square, and a group of envoys sat on the viewing platform with their own concerns. The scene of Albad personally taking care of them all came into Allen's field of vision. At this time, Allen had already woken up. The tribe's fourth cooking competition was being held, which made him reflect on the fact that he had even forgotten this important matter.

Something's wrong!

Suddenly, Allen suddenly discovered something strange, that is, his mental power enveloped the city, but it did not attract the attention of the powerful people on the viewing platform. It seemed that they did not sense the strangeness, but this really made Allen feel uncomfortable. At this time, I became more curious about my state.

It is not that I have never been in such a state before. For example, during the first cooking competition celebration, I suddenly wandered into the green land. At that time, my consciousness turned into natural energy and galloped through the world. It was similar to now. But at that time, my consciousness was concentrated on the viewing platform, and the other strong men still felt something strange to some extent. They all looked at the space where they were with doubts and doubts, but they couldn't find any clues.

Now this time, Allen directly spread out the mental power gossamer. It is impossible that such a big movement would not cause sensory feedback from sensitive experts.

"Huh??"

It wasn't until Allen was about to mobilize his mental power gossamer again and prepare to gather in front of his two demigod colleagues, Bricken and Yalian, to see if he could attract their attention that he realized that he was now What is spread out is not the spiritual power, but the golden divine power like a light mist.

Looking inside the body again, Allen's current conscious state, the body combined with the sculpture is now completely composed of golden divine power and milky white power of faith. Whenever Allen's consciousness mobilized his anger and mental power, the divine power that made up the body volunteered to replace them, and completed the mission assigned by Allen brilliantly without causing any discomfort to Allen.

In this higher level of energy state, Allen seems to be in a higher dimensional space. He can feel and see the existence of every thing in Green Lake City, but no one in the city can detect his existence.

In a flash, a ray of divine power swayed out, and a golden drizzle fell evenly on the chefs who were concentrating on cooking food, making their hands and feet more dexterous, their minds more flexible and wise, and the ingredients turning in their hands also followed this. The falling invisible drizzle directly stimulates the deepest magic power of the ingredients, and waves of rich aroma mixed with the stirring magic power float into the sky.

wow~~~
  The spectators on the surrounding stands became more and more professional, applauding and cheering for the outstanding cooking skills of the chefs in the field, and the lucky ones who participated in the competition also completed their dishes one after another, and no one failed, and even one of them failed. The quality of each dish far exceeds the original ingredients. Not to mention the cheers from the onlookers, the two to three hundred outstanding gourmets who serve as judges are also secretly stunned: I didn’t expect the strength of this year’s contestants. It’s really surprising that they are all so outstanding! !
  (End of this chapter)