The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

"Don't talk to me in that tone! Shut up!" Li Shanze felt extremely awkward.

So he roared and rushed forward.

"Well done! Let's have another fight, Li!" It shouted in a cheerful tone, then put its fists in front of its chest, ready to fight.

Then, it simply blocked Li Shanze's punch with its elbow, and then hit Li Shanze's ribs with a speed so fast that Li Shanze could hardly catch it with his eyes.

Li Shanze's third rib cracked under its fist.

Li Shanze felt like he was hit hard by some large machine. He was in so much pain that he couldn't even make any effective reaction.

The pseudo-man's elbow popped out like the hum of a hydraulic rod, and punched him in the nose, making him dizzy.

Immediately afterwards, each of the pseudo-man's punches was like an air hammer, which made Li Shanze grimace in dismay, as if his expression was about to shatter.

However, Li Shanze's occasional resistance and the punches and kicks he managed to throw seemed to hit the entire foundation of Philadelphia.

Unlike Li Shanze's struggle, under the computing power of AI, the pseudo-human's movements were extremely precise, without any drag, simple and efficient.

boom!

A right hook punch penetrated the abdominal cavity, and the blood droplets coughed up by Li Shanze almost stopped in the air.

Click!

An uppercut hit Li Shanze's chin and knocked him out. At the moment of flying out, Li Shanze felt that he saw stars in the sky.

Then, he fell back to Charlie in a mess.

With tears in her eyes, Charlie desperately used healing spells to dispel his pain, healing his broken bones, torn muscles, and burst blood vessels one by one.

"Thank you, Xia Li." Li Shanze was sweating profusely and reluctantly thanked Xia Li.

But why didn't it kill him? Li Shanze pondered this question. During the battle just now, the pseudo-human had countless opportunities to kill him, but he showed mercy. Why?

Did it realize that I was about to overturn the table when it was about to kill me?

No, Li Shanze doesn't think it can obtain this kind of information.

Considering the underlying logic of AI's priority execution of commands, Li Shanze didn't believe that his temporary friendship with the fake Calvin could stand the test of time.

This question arose in Li Shanze's mind.

But there was no time to think about it. With the help of Xia Li's healing skills, Li Shanze endured the severe pain all over his body and climbed up.

"Sorry to disappoint you, Xia Li. After this guy got strengthened, I'm really no match for him." Li Shanze said with a wry smile.

"I told you, Li. You won't fail." Charlie's face was pale, but she seemed to be still blindly flattering irresponsibly.

But these words, accompanied by the cold sweat on her forehead, seemed more like they were squeezed out word by word with great effort, and she didn't seem to be calm at all.

Li Shanze was a little surprised by Xia Li's insistence. He raised his eyebrows strangely, but when he thought that wizards were still idealists in essence, he nodded in understanding.

Wait, idealism?

This Philadelphia is not the real world, but an ideal utopia composed of willpower. It is itself an idealistic world. So can I also use this fantasy to abandon common sense and strengthen myself in this world?

So why didn't she just say it?

Was it because she couldn't say it out loud, and could only remind herself in this roundabout way?

Li Shanze's heart moved.

Yes, Charlie is white after all, and a Western European white. All Western European whites have ancestors who have done great good to Africans.

It seems that although the historical reckoning has no effect on Li Shanze, it still puts a considerable burden on Xia Li.

Then we probably can't fight a war of attrition. The sooner the battle ends, the faster Charlie's situation will improve.

Li Shanze had made up his mind.

Of course, the premise of all this is that idealistic combat power can really work.

The worst that could happen is to flip the table. The paradox clock tower is broken, so what? You can't risk yourself for something like that.

"Come on! Come again!" Li Shanze wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Of course, Li, of course!" A look of relief appeared on Vivian's face.

What surprised it was that Li Shanze jumped high when he was still more than ten meters away from it, as if he was flying.

Then, in just a moment, Li Shanze's knee smashed down heavily, catching the fake man off guard.

"I told you, don't talk in that tone!" Li Shanze used a rising dragon punch, once again smashing the fake man's jaw.

The fake man was also knocked away, a full thirty meters.

Good, it really works.

Li Shanze was greatly encouraged and then rushed forward.

The pseudo-man who was knocked thirty meters away suddenly froze in mid-air before he even landed on the ground.

Li Shanze's fists hit it like crazy raindrops.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Li Shanze roared like an angry bull, "This is a return gift for what happened just now!"

The fake man tried to stretch out two fingers in the air and poke Li Shanze's eyes, but Li Shanze dodged it with a completely unscientific move as he had nowhere to gain support in the air.

Then Li Shanze grabbed the fake man's fingers, twisted them, removed the two fingers, and threw them hard on the ground.

"You're too slow!" Li Shanze sneered, completely ignoring the painful and distorted look on Vivian's originally holy face.

After all, this painful and distorted expression was transferred from Li Shanze's face, and he would not have any mercy.

"go with!"

He clenched his hands into fists and smashed them down hard, sending his lanky body crashing into the Philadelphia Museum of Art.

In the thick smoke and dust, the pseudo-people smashed the museum into ruins.

Then the smoke, dust, bricks and stones swirled and drilled into the body of the pseudo-man.

Li Shanze was inspired by this scene: "Waiting for him to absorb it is not as fast as me taking the initiative to open it."

So Li Shanze fell heavily to the ground, crushing the asphalt road with one foot. He grabbed the fake man's tie, swung him into a circle in the air, and then threw him out fiercely.

Then he followed up, leaving the side where the willpower was flowing in empty, and beat the pseudo-man madly from the other side, finally smashing him into the ground.

From the Philadelphia Museum of Art to the windows of Waltner Street, from Franklin Hall to the Edgar Allan Poe National Historic Site, from the University of Pennsylvania to Reading Terminal Market.

Li Shanze did not give the fake people any chance to adjust. He took advantage of the situation and used the fake people as weapons along the way to violently demolish this utopian Philadelphia.

This seemingly beautiful city was bombed into a devastated ruin.

Finally, the spring breeze became completely sticky, and the remnants of the dismantled city floated in the air. The broken city turned into willpower and poured into this black hole that seemed to devour all willpower to heal itself.

Li Shanze continued to beat the fake man relentlessly until everything around him turned into nothingness again.

The utopian Philadelphia has vanished, but the crumbling Paradox Clock Tower, already cracked in several places, still stands, as if it is the only real existence in the endless void.

Li Shanze, who had lost the blessing of magical power, fell to the ground. He stood in the Liberty Bell Square, panting, with big beads of sweat dripping down.

Lying at Li Shanze's feet was a bloody, dying fake person.

It curled up in fear, almost being blown apart by Li Shanze, and was too weak to even utter the words of begging for mercy.

Li Shanze didn't know whether he had thrown thousands, tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of punches. He couldn't even figure out the order of magnitude.

He felt the endless fatigue that suddenly surged up, and his arms seemed to no longer belong to him. He felt that he might not be interested in boxing for a long time.

"I'm right, Li. I have unlimited confidence in you. You will not fail." Xia Li took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the sweat from Li Shanze's forehead.

She adjusted Li Shanze's collar with a gentle look on her face, like a wife welcoming her husband's triumphant return.

185 The Crystal of Sin and Alessia's Purpose

Li Shanze smiled and looked at Xia Li. Logically, they should have a victory hug and kiss at this time.

However, there was a fake person still groaning at his feet, and Li Shanze did not let down his guard.

Although his body was very tired, his spirit was still in a highly excited state.

"Is the little one asleep?" Li Shanze pointed at Ella who was sleeping soundly on Xia Li's shoulder.

"Yes, those wishes have dissipated, and that consciousness space no longer exists. Before that 'ideal country' collapsed, Ella was already holding on."

Charlie shook her head and laughed.

"Ella said she wanted to congratulate you on your victory in person, Lee, but it looks like she couldn't hold on after all."

Li Shanze also laughed: "Perhaps she can only regain her lively appearance in the consciousness space. After all, she is a fantasy creature."

After making sure that Li Shanze was just tired and was not seriously injured.

Xia Li still cast a healing spell at Li Shanze.

Li Shanze felt that his exhausted muscles were being gently nourished and were quickly recovering their vitality.

What a nice, gentle and healing girl.

Li Shanze thought so, and his eyes entangled with Xia Li's eyes for a long time.

Then Charlie suddenly said, "Isn't your wife also a fantasy creature? I think she seems to be very lively in real life."

The words sounded gentle on the surface, but in reality they were filled with jealousy.

"Ah? You mean Alessia? Have you seen her in real life?" Li Shanze put on a surprised face.

Then he asked excitedly, "Well, is she the one in the poster with the red skin, the evil tail, and the ugly face?"

Charlie smiled brightly.

Obviously, Li Shanze's answer made her satisfied.

If Charlie is satisfied, then naturally some people will be dissatisfied.

"Oh, my! I have just come to greet my dear and your little lover, and I have just heard such cruel slander from my dear husband. It is really heartbreaking."

Alessia acted like she was heartbroken, and even took out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of her eyes.

"It seems that you are not very welcoming to me, dear."

When she looked at the dying, almost human-like pseudo-human at Li Shanze's feet, she put on a forced smile and said, "Alas, I haven't even congratulated my dear husband on his triumphant return."

"Alright, what on earth are you doing here?" Li Shanze waved his hand impatiently, interrupting Alessia's exaggerated performance, and pointed at the pseudo-human that was already dispersing at his feet, "Are you here to recycle this thing?"

"No, it has been completely destroyed by you, my dear. You have forced it to use up all the willpower that could sustain it. It can't hold on for much longer."

Alessia shook her head and stopped looking at the pseudo-person who had lost his human form and was beginning to dissipate.

Then she smiled and said, "I'm here to congratulate you on your victory, my dear."

"Is that it?" Li Shanze looked at Alessia suspiciously.

"What? A wife doesn't even have the right to congratulate her husband on his victory?" Alessia once again acted out obvious exaggerated sadness, and she seemed to be having a lot of fun.

"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing I forgot to mention." Alessia tapped her head as if she suddenly realized something.

She bent down, picked up a crystal from the fake man's body, and handed it to Li Shanze.

? ?

Li Shanze frowned: "How do you know this?"

"What? Do you mean the crystal of sin, dear?" Alessia suddenly looked innocent, as if she didn't understand what Li Shanze was talking about.

Is this thing's real name the Crystal of Sin?

I thought it was called Stereotype Crystallization.

So, I can extract all sorts of sin crystals from others through certain means. Does this ritual have anything to do with you, the devil's wife?

No, Ange also knows how to extract Redneck Sheriff's crystals, and Ella also knows how to extract vampire crystals.

what on earth is it?

Is this a ritual for the devil to spread out?

The manuscript that Anjie said she accidentally saw, is it the devil's manuscript?

Li Shanze had a mountain of doubts in his mind.

"Don't get me wrong, dear," Alessia said with a sweet smile. "The sin crystals are my food. This is simply a crystal of willpower. I just think it would be a pity to waste this willpower, so I'd rather give it to my dear husband."

Li Shanze didn't believe a word Alessia said.