The food god didn't lie.

Sure enough, this knife is very fast.

And he did not move at all.

He is truly a trustworthy god.

With just one blow, his head fell to the ground.

This kitchen knife is really too sharp. As a high-level artifact, cutting an unsuspecting ninth-level mid-level god is like cutting tofu.

Furthermore, with Hannibal's proficiency, the blade accurately cut through the gap between the bones of the neck, which can be called a cook's job without any hindrance.

Anyone who has ever lived knows that once the head is cut off, blood will splash.

As a good chef, Hannibal also knows this.

Cooking a dish and leaving blood all over the floor was not in line with his elegant taste, and it would be too troublesome to clean up.

So almost at the same time, Hannibal pushed the headless corpse directly onto a large soup pot, and the gushing blood was not wasted at all, rushing into the pot.

"It is indeed a high-level artifact."

"The chef's knife is the chef's life." Hannibal smiled: "Don't you know that the chef's knife can never be borrowed? You are also a god of food after all. You are so good at cooking, and you don't even have this common sense.

Do you understand?"

"I forgive you this time, but be careful next time. Don't lend your kitchen knife to others casually."

The head was on the ground with its mouth wide open, as if it still didn't know what was going on and wanted to ask questions.

But he could no longer make a sound.

"Are you dizzy?" Hannibal looked at the head, and while pressing the body to bleed, he comforted: "Dizziness is normal, come on, take a deep breath..."

The whole process took almost an instant, without any movement, only the sound of the head falling to the ground.

The main reason is that the god of food is defenseless.

I'm here thinking about cooking, but this guy is thinking about beheading?

Outside the door, the dead ancient elder who was guarding the door heard a dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground from inside, frowned, and whispered: "What happened?"

"It's okay," Hannibal's voice said, "I accidentally dropped my ingredients on the floor, and Elder 262 is helping to bleed them."

"Uh, that's good." Death Gu nodded.

He originally wanted to open the door and go in to take a look, but remembering the words of Elder 262, he decided to keep an eye on the door.

After all, Elder 262 said that no one can go in and take a look.

Although Hannibal, as a tenth-level mid-level god, is stronger than the god of food, if there is a fight, at least the god of food will not die so quietly. Even if he cannot defeat Hannibal, he can still

Make some noise on the hour.

But as a noble man, he never thought that the chefs in the lower world would use him as an ingredient.

He also enthusiastically helped Hannibal hold down the fish.

He thought he had stopped the fish from moving.

In fact, it was the fish that kept him from moving.

The ingredients are actually my own.

High-end ingredients often appear as chefs.

The head that fell to the ground opened its mouth, as if to call the dead ancient elder to come in, but the dead ancient elder was guarding the door carefully.

"Now, do you know what my ingredients are?"

"Is it more noble than the dragon's claws?"

After the bloodletting was over, Hannibal smiled and lifted the head.

"Thank you God for your gift, and thank you even more."

"In this world of gods, what is more noble than gods?"

"Only such noble ingredients can be used to entertain the gods."

Touching this glorious noble ingredient and savoring the wonderful aroma of the meat, Hannibal chuckled with enchanted eyes and satisfaction: "Your delicious food... really impressed me."

"As expected of a god..."

Hannibal only felt that his hard wait was all worth it!

This smell, this noble smell...

This is the most noble creature in the world, and this is the rarest food in the world!

"This wonderful smell...what on earth was I doing in the first half of my life."

Lin Fan really didn't lie to himself!

This divine world is the most suitable for you!

There is danger at every step here, and there are gods everywhere.

This is your own paradise.

I, Hannibal, am home.

Taking a deep breath, Hannibal cleared his mind and showed himself in his most perfect state.

Not now

When you are excited.

This is the first meal I have cooked for the gods in the divine world.

It was also my first time to hunt gods and make delicious food with my own hands.

You must go all out.

We must not live up to the god of food and waste these top-notch ingredients.

Although there are only twenty minutes left.

But Hannibal was not in a hurry to cut directly. Instead, he picked up the mop and mopped up the remaining blood on the ground, making the entire kitchen shiny.

He is mysophobic.

Moreover, this is respect for the gods and such precious ingredients.

Then, Hannibal took out a small gramophone from his bag, dropped the sharp needle on the disk, and played elegant music.

What comes next, for Hannibal, is not only cooking, but also enjoyment.

Establish a food chain and enjoy the enjoyment of placing life in its proper place like a creator god.

He will climb again in the food chain that has been determined by the Creator God and has not changed, create his own food chain in it, and usher in a great evolution, the evolution of the essence of life.

He was still not in a hurry to cook, but dipped his finger into a little blood in the iron pot, put it in his mouth and tasted it with his eyes closed, feeling it carefully for a moment.

The moment the blood enters the mouth, countless delicacies hit the taste buds, like a volcano erupting in the mouth!

"Chicken flavor, pork flavor, beef flavor, mutton flavor, cinnamon, bay leaves, rosemary, star anise, peppercorns, basil leaves, fish and shrimp flavor... No, there are more flavors that even I don't recognize. It's true.

It’s the realm of gods.”

"How much delicious food does this guy eat on weekdays...it tastes so delicious!"

Hannibal whispered in a trembling voice.

Everyone knows that human flesh is sour.

What shocked Hannibal was that the meat of this god was so delicious!

"As expected of a god..." He opened his eyes and said with a smile: "This smell... should be unique to the god of food."

Although there is no cooking and no seasoning.

But it has a strong aroma, as if it has been blended with countless spices and cooked over high fire, like a soup stock carefully cooked with countless ingredients.

He truly deserves to be the noble god of food.

Even blood is flowing food and flowing seasoning!

Maybe it’s the divine attribute, maybe it’s the fact that he eats too much delicacies from the mountains and seas, or maybe it’s the fact that he comes into contact with various spices and ingredients every day. The taste of this god of food is like the overlapping of countless delicacies, and the wonderful taste makes Hannibal addicted to it.

"These gods of food are such a waste of natural resources."

"They are guarding such good ingredients, but they don't use them... It's a good thing I'm here, otherwise it would all be wasted."

"You must be happy to be able to make full use of things." Hannibal patted the body: "Don't worry, I will definitely treat you well and fully tap the potential of every part of you. This is what a chef can give

Food is the greatest gift.”

After saying that, in the elegant ditty, he recalled the wonderful smell, opened his handbag, and rummaged through the cards he had prepared.

"The ingredients are so noble, they must retain their original flavor."

“We don’t have much time now, so we need to cook simply, with sashimi as the main ingredient, marinated raw and simply grilled as supplements.”
To be continued...