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The two hundred and seventeenth chapter holy pot war (13)

The two chefs were concentrating on making the dishes, and the time quickly reached the final stage of completion.

Vlad III poured the bright red sauce on the translucent blood sausage, then raised the extremely weird spear in his hand, and chanted loudly.

"I offer my blood-stained life here, Kazikli Bey!"

In an instant, Qian Chen smelled an extremely rich and bloody smell from the air.

Immediately afterwards, countless blood-colored lightning flashes appeared from the void, stabbing the blood sausage in front of Vlad III!

On the other side, Artoria raised the golden sword in her hand unwillingly.

“X…curry stick!”

The golden curry light hit the plate of fragrant Indian curry.

"My cooking is finished, come and fight!" *2

The two of them shouted at the same time after playing their ultimate moves to the cooking.

Qian Chen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Is this true? The gods fight.

So a plate of pure red dishes were served in front of Artoria.

In front of Vlad III there was a huge plate. The depression in the middle of the plate was filled with spicy Indian curry, and a little red spicy oil floated on the thick brown liquid.

The outer ring is placed with a circle of dough that exudes a creamy aroma, roasted and irregularly shaped.

"Is Indian curry paired with scones? Humph! Tips for the worm! Let me taste it first, let King Arthur's masterpiece!"

After saying that, Vlad III picked up the knife and fork gracefully.

At this time Artoria suddenly said.

"Wait! Mr. Vlad, I only need to eat my cooking with my hands, this is the essence of this dish!"

"Hey! What a rude approach!"

As he said this, Vlad III put down his knife and fork, grabbed the scone with his hands, dipped it in some curry, and then put it in his mouth.

"Um!!!"

Vlad III suddenly widened his eyes, and a large amount of blood appeared from the whites of his eyes, which looked like a vampire who had smelled the scent of a girl's blood.

What aristocratic elegance is completely thrown aside.

Vlad III didn't care about these trivialities.

As soon as I entered my mouth, the tip of my tongue had not touched the dish itself, and a spicy and spicy gushed straight into my nose, and then continued upwards to my brain, which made me suddenly shocked my brain.

Then the outer skin was slightly weakened by curry, but the inside was extremely crispy. The contrast between soft sand and crispness, coupled with the extremely spicy taste brought by Indian curry, Vlad III felt that he was ignited in an instant.

However, the flame was not hot, but very warm, as if from the inside out, purifying his body and his soul, washing away his sins and blood in his body.

Suddenly Vlad III discovered that the black dress that looked like mourning clothes on his body had turned into a white burlap dress that symbolized purity.

The golden light and pure white clouds are all around, and everything is as beautiful as heaven.

A heroic angel wearing silver and blue armor, holding a gorgeous golden sword, was floating in front of Vlad III with pure white wings. The angel's face was Artoria himself.

As the most loyal Christian, Vlad III couldn't help but kneel on his knees, hold his hands together, and prayed in tears.

"Lord! Have you finally given your glory to redeem your most loyal believers?"

On the other hand, Qian Chen was lucky enough to get a blood sausage dish made by Vlad III.

It was obvious that this dish exuded a wonderful fragrance with a slightly bloody smell, but it was like a mandala, making people unable to help but indulge in it and can't stop.

Qian Chen picked up the knife and fork, cut off a little, and put it in his mouth.

His pupils suddenly dilated to the extreme!

This is not a vegetarian intestine made of pure soy products. It is full of meat and its strong fragrance, as if the fresh pork that has just been slaughtered is directly filled with a casing.

There was a faint smell of blood in this fragrance, as if it was not cooked.

The pork has a bloody smell, but the fragrance is like a poisonous product. The more you chew, the deeper you get, the more you get, the more you get, the more you get, the more aftertaste it!

Suddenly, it seemed as if countless blood stakes pierced his body, causing him to completely lose control of his body, and then endless blood began to spread from under his feet.

Qian Chen wanted to escape, but couldn't move. He wanted to shout, but blood poured into his throat and drowned his head. Qian Chen could only feel his body slowly sliding into the bottom of the sea of ​​blood abyss...

"Qian Chen~Qian Chen!"

In a trance, Qian Chen felt that someone was calling him. At first, the sound seemed very far away, and then the sound slowly approached. Soon Qian Chen felt his shoulders shook hard and woke up completely.

Qian Chen shook his head and woke up.

He then realized that Artoria's face was very close to him and was looking at him with a worried look on his face.

"Are you okay, Qian Chen."

Qian Chen rubbed his temples.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

Artoria warned with a serious face.

"The dishes made by the chefs who do their best will have a strong personal mark. If they are not determined, they will easily get lost and cannot extricate themselves. At that time, they will do something that goes against their own wishes."

After hearing Artoria's words, Qian Chen woke up completely. He suddenly remembered that a strong unfamiliar impulse had surged in his heart before.

He wants to suck blood!?

At this moment, the plate in front of him was empty, only the sauce was left, and the bright red color was like blood, making people feel very eager to lick...

Qian Chen shook his head suddenly and pushed the plate aside with horror.

Last time, Nero lacked ingredients and the dishes he made were far less shocking than they are now.

This time, through Vlad III's cooking, he had a thorough glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of the strength of the chef spirits.

Qian Chen looked at Vlad III opposite with awe.

No matter what the other person's character is or what bad deeds he had during his lifetime, this dish alone is worthy of the title of cooking master.

At this time, only Vlad III heard sighing.

“What a perfect dish, the rich and spicy Indian curry with the crispy scones, I didn’t expect it to be so good.

This king took back his previous rude words. This was a shocking dish. It was like a light illuminating the world, purifying my whole body and mind."

"So too, Vlad III, just using soy ingredients, but giving it a rich texture and taste like meat.

Such a wonderful taste almost made me intoxicated to forget everything.”
Chapter completed!
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