The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1213 Catharsis
"Kill me!!! Ah~~~~~"

"skhgdb^^hgmh..."

In a secluded valley in the Wanyuan Plain, the Soul Judge Demon, who had lost his limbs, had his right shoulder pierced by a sharp hook. A rope connected to the hook hung him on an unknown dead tree. He sometimes uttered painful pleas, and sometimes cursed the bear goblin who was sharpening his knife in front of him in the demon language of the abyss with strong resentment.

After sharpening his knife, Alan walked up to Flex with an expressionless face, and with a wave of the knife, he cut a wound on the Soul Judge's neck, completely cutting off the vocal cords in the throat. However, in order to keep the opponent breathing, he used magic to heal the external injuries, making him a complete mute.

Alan looked at the huge body with cold and ruthless eyes, trying to find which piece of fat to cut off first as the ingredient for cooking.

If it were Allen, the leader of the Green Tribe in Feynman's world, he would definitely not do such a boring thing. Even if he was an enemy, he would not torture his brilliant enemy physically and mentally. But Allen, the bugbear standing on the land of the abyss, is an adventurer from another dimension who has temporarily gotten rid of all the heavy burdens and responsibilities on his shoulders. He no longer needs to care about other people's eyes, nor does he have to worry about whether his behavior will have a bad impact on the tribe.

Of course, the most important thing is that the Soul Judge's behavior of backstabbing and scheming against Allen brought back Allen's bad memories in Feynman's world. The strong negative emotions that had been deposited in his heart burst out, making him use this legendary Soul Judge as a scapegoat and an outlet.

The Soul Judge watched as Alan lit a bonfire, placed cooking tools on it, cut a large piece of fat from his fat belly, and put it in a heated pot to fry out the fragrant oil.

Alan then skillfully cut open the Soul Judge's stomach, revealing the various organs inside. After some selection, he cut off many of the miscellaneous internal organs while ensuring that the Soul Judge would not die directly.

He felt the breath of life slowly dissipating from his body, and saw his own flesh and blood and internal organs being exposed in the air. The other party's exquisite cooking skills, which were comparable to art, exuded a strong aroma, and a large amount of magic power gathered due to resonance, and a freshly baked magic dish appeared before his eyes. The fear and despair were something Flex had never imagined.

For the first time, the Soul Judge begged the gods to come and rescue him, or simply bring down a world-destroying punishment to destroy this land and especially himself. However, reality only gave him more cruel nightmares and despair.

"Would you like to try a dish made with your own flesh and blood?"

Allen walked up to Flex, who was dazed, with an exquisite porcelain plate in his hand. He slapped him to gather his scattered will, then picked up a piece of fragrant fat meat and put it to the mouth of the Soul Judge: "I thought I could at least cook a master-level dish with fresh legendary ingredients. It seems that your legendary title is just a false reputation. Your physical strength is not enough. Goodbye, you have wasted my cooking skills!!"

Flex swallowed the flesh and blood in his mouth in a daze. Perhaps because the food was closely related to himself, the Soul Judge soon felt a warm power spreading in his body. The pain in his body seemed to dissipate a little, and his spirit was refreshed as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

"what!!!"

The Soul Judge, who had just recovered some of his strength, soon began to wail again, because after Allen finished cooking a master-level dish, he began his second cooking. The sound of ghosts and wolves howling lingered around this not-so-secluded valley, startling countless creatures from the abyss and frightening many demons and devils passing by. However, Allen soon completely liberated this greedy and sinister Soul Judge. After all, he himself was not a real pervert who enjoyed torturing others. After completely venting his negative emotions, Allen felt that such behavior was boring. Finally, the dagger flashed across his neck, instantly plunging him into eternal darkness.

Of course, not a single piece of the Soul Judge's flesh and blood was wasted. All of it was cooked into dishes by Alan. Even its bones, spinal cord and other materials were collected and processed, just in time to be disposed of together with the dozens of demon corpses in the various shapes of dimensional equipment on his body.

Since they were cleaning up the corpses, it was natural that they had to sort out the spoils on them as well. Although Alan did not have the professional identification skills to carefully classify the spoils on these demons, he could only use the similar effects of the God of Food's domain to roughly judge the magic power contained in these spoils.

What surprised Alan in particular was the large amount of precious materials, magical equipment, and other things he obtained from the several dimensional equipment on the Soul Judgement Demon Flex. The value of the spoils almost caught up with the value of the spoils Alan looted from the demigod Balrog Moises, which made Alan look at this Soul Judgement Demon in a different light.

If he knew that this Soul Judge Demon was not only plotting against him, but also emptied the warehouse of the fortress, he might have given it a happy ending earlier, as a recognition of its ambition and courage.

He picked and chose, discarding those with low value and dealing with those with high value as well. Just to deal with the spoils that almost piled up into a mountain, Alan stayed in this valley for more than ten days before he barely completed this cleanup.

With just a rough estimate, he concluded that the profits he gained from killing a demigod and dozens of legendary demons were probably more than the public property accumulated by the Green Tribe over the years.

The thorny problem facing Allen now is what to do next with so many spoils.

Should he return to Feynman's world with this huge fortune, or should he first find a place to dispose of some of the materials that are useless and of low value to him, and then continue his journey?

The biggest purpose of my trip this time is to collect useful materials and tailor-make more sophisticated and powerful equipment for myself, as well as various matching scrolls and magic props, so that I will have stronger self-protection capabilities at some critical moment in the future.

The materials he had now were enough to create several pieces of powerful equipment above the semi-artifact level, and he could also exchange them for a considerable number of scrolls and magic items.

This means that the purpose of this trip has been basically achieved, and there is nothing wrong with returning to the Feynman world.

But Alan was still somewhat unwilling. He had finally put down the burden on his shoulders and ventured into this chaotic world as a true traveler from another dimension. Alan could display his strength without restraint and experience a wonderful adventurous life, but he didn't want it to end so soon.

Sitting cross-legged in the sea of ​​consciousness and having a conversation with the divine consciousness, Alan finally made a decision. After cleaning up the traces left in the valley, he set off again.