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"Crack!"

The blade was bent, but the dragon scales were still intact.

The woman stared blankly at the deformed kitchen knife in her hand, and suddenly broke down crying, "Can't you even take revenge?! Can't you even make it hurt a little?!"

Next came the old father who had lost his son. He dragged his frail body and hit Long Yi hard with his crutch, but the crutch broke. Fafnir didn't even raise his eyelids.

Then came the young blacksmith. He swung his forging hammer and smashed it madly at the dragon's head, but the hammer head shattered and his knuckles were cracked and bleeding, while the dragon just snorted a breath of sulfur, as if mocking his futility.

One after another, people filled with hatred rushed onto the stage, using every means they could - swords, axes, stones, even teeth and nails - but Fafnir's scales were indestructible. Their anger and despair seemed so ridiculous in the face of the absolute gap in power.

Gradually, the roar of the crowd turned into low sobs.

"We...can't even get revenge?"

"It killed so many people, but we couldn't even make it shed a drop of blood..."

"Is this... a dragon? Is this the thing we can never defeat?"

Despair spread like a plague. People fell to their knees, some covering their faces and weeping, while others stared blankly at the unharmed dragon, the rage burning in their eyes gradually extinguished, leaving only a deep sense of powerlessness.

Fafnir slowly raised his head and let out a low gurgling sound from deep in his throat, as if mocking these tiny humans.

It really couldn't understand why Mo Wang, this guy, wanted these humans to do such a powerless thing.

Obviously, this doesn't make any sense at all.

"You're pretty proud, aren't you?"

At this moment, Mo Wang's voice suddenly sounded in Fafnir's ears, making it feel a chill.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily."

"What happened just now was just a small appetizer."

"My real purpose is still to come."

Fafnir looked at Mo Wang in front of him with disbelief. From Mo Wang's empty eyes, Fafnir once again felt unimaginable fear.

This man, what exactly does he want to do?

"Alright, alright! Everyone, I know you all want to continue torturing Fafnir."

"But if this continues, no one will be able to have dinner at night."

"So! Please welcome our first chef! The Child of Light from Northern Ireland! Cu Chulainn!"

Following Mo Wang's voice, Gou Zi came over with a complicated expression.

"What the hell? When did I become a chef? Is this script wrong?"

As soon as Cu Chulainn came on the stage, he couldn't help but start complaining.

However, seeing Mo Wang's expression at this time, Cu Chulainn wisely chose not to say a word, because Mo Wang's eyes at this time were really too scary.

"It's fatal! If he were to target me in this state, I would really die."

Cu Chulainn's powerful instinct as a spearman told him that if he dared to say another word, what awaited him would definitely be a hell more ferocious than the Hercules Amusement Park!

"do not care!"

"The evil dragon Fafnir? If that's the case, then let my Kuran's fierce dog come and test you to see if you're really as powerful as the legend says!"

At this moment, Fafnir also felt a huge crisis.

"It's fatal. If I get hit by this guy's attack..."

Fafnir tried to break free from the chains around him, but the golden chains bound his body tightly.

"Piercing—GáE Bolg!"

The scarlet magic spear in Cu Chulainn's hand suddenly erupted with a dazzling red light, twisting into a spiral and emitting a piercing scream like a living creature. Fafnir's golden pupils suddenly contracted, and it struggled frantically to avoid the fatal blow, but the golden chain suddenly tightened, pinning it in place.

"boom--!"

The magic spear pierced the weakest scale on Fafnir's left breastplate with pinpoint accuracy, creating a bloody hole the size of a bowl. Dragon blood gushed out like boiling magma, splattering on the stone platform with a sizzling sound. Fafnir let out a deafening wail, and the entire square trembled with the sound. He twisted his body wildly, his chains rattling as he struggled.

"Not dead yet?" Cu Chulainn raised his eyebrows and looked at the still struggling evil dragon. The magic spear in his hand glowed red again. "Then come again—"

"Stop the fucking thing!!!"

A dark shadow flashed by, and Mo Wang kicked Cu Chulainn off the execution platform. The Irish Son of Light drew a beautiful parabola in the air and slammed into a haystack with a "bang." The magic spear in his hand, still in a throwing posture, almost stabbed his own buttocks.

"Asshole! Do you know how precious this dragon blood is?!" Mo Wang angrily pointed at the continuously leaking dragon blood, his expression filled with grief, as if he had just seen someone add Sprite to Maotai. "At least twenty kilograms of dragon blood has leaked in just a short while! Do you know how many magic potions you can make with twenty kilograms of dragon blood?!"

Cu Chulainn, who had just crawled out of the haystack, was full of questions: "Didn't you say you wanted to massacre—"

"Slaying a dragon doesn't mean wasting money!" Mo Wang rushed over, grabbed Cu Chulainn's collar, and shook him madly. "It has to be precise! Efficient! Sustainable! Look at the hole you made!" He pointed at the bloody wound on Fafnir's chest. "If this spot was two inches off, the blood trough would be directly connected to the dragon's blood! Now it's all flowing out onto the ground!"

Fafnir weakly raised his head and looked in disbelief at the human who was furious over his excessive blood loss.

Cú Chulainn was dazzled and saw stars: "Wait, wait... I was wrong, I was wrong! Next time I must pay attention to the angle!"

"There's going to be a next time?!" Mo Wang suddenly pulled out a small notebook and quickly wrote down his thoughts. "Based on the current blood loss, at least ten pounds of meat is unusable. Eat ten pounds less meat for your dinner today!"

Mo Wang yelled at Cu Chulainn at this time.

"Hey, why is there a bookkeeper here?!"

"Shut up!" Mo Wang slammed his notebook across Cuchulainn's face viciously, then turned to the audience and shouted, "Medical team! Quickly get a bucket to collect the dragon's blood! Logistics team, prepare some gauze to stop the bleeding! Oh, and—" He suddenly revealed a devilish grin, "Remember to sprinkle some salt on the gauze; it'll stop the bleeding even better."

Fafnir convulsed violently upon hearing this, and puffs of white smoke billowed from his wounds as the salt stimulated them. The onlookers gasped in unison, some even instinctively clutching their chests.

"Really, you're worthy of being Mo Wang. I didn't expect that even the Torture Dragon could develop a production material recycling model."

Mashu looked at Fafnir, twitching in a pool of blood, then at Mo Wang, bargaining with Cu Chulainn. She suddenly felt that her predecessor might even more accurately qualify as a "monster" than the evil dragon. She silently clutched her shield tighter and began to seriously consider applying for a transfer to the Chaldean kitchen department.

While Fafnir was roaring in pain, the next chef had already walked onto the stage step by step with his cooking utensils.

Looking at what the man was carrying, Fafnir's pupils suddenly began to shrink.

At this moment, it finally understood what the real hell that the devil was talking about was.

Chapter 181: Single-handedly changed the entire French painting style.

"Ah, it's you after all."

When Gou Zi saw the next person coming on stage, he quickly showed an expression of expectedness.

Red A was seen carrying a large number of treasures and slowly walked up to Fafnir.

At this moment, he glanced at the dog next to him and couldn't help but reveal a contemptuous smile on his face.

"Haha, a hero of Ireland, I didn't expect his dragon-slaying skills to be so weak."

"Alas~ You've wasted so much precious flesh and blood. You're truly worthy of me."

"What are you so proud of! You black bastard!"

Of course, Cu Chulainn wanted to refute Red A's ridicule immediately.

But after being glared at by Mo Wang next to him, Cu Chulainn could only run away in shame to reflect on himself.

"Oh, professional matters should be left to professionals. You ignorant fools should just watch from the sidelines."

At this time, Red A walked slowly towards Fafnir, and this made Fafnir's eyes full of fear.

"Roar!!!"

(Don’t come over here!!)

Fafnir wanted to roar at Red A at this moment, but he was bound by the Oath of Judas and had no ability to move at all.

At this time, Red A slowly put the kitchen utensils, oh no, the treasure, under his body.

What about Siegfried's greatsword, Saint George's sword, Sigurd's longsword, Hercules' bow and arrow...

Wow, a long list of weapons, each with a different dragon-killing attribute, each offering a unique experience for Fafnir. (Speaking of which, it seems both Siegfried and Sigurd killed Fafnir in the Moon, meaning he was killed twice in the Moon World?)

Just looking at these things, Fafnir's scales began to stand up.

"Roar!!!!"

(No, no! Jeanne, save me!!!)

At this time, Fafnir looked at Red A who was slowly walking towards him, and finally couldn't help but roared.

"Fafnir?"

And in the distant castle, Hei Zhen vaguely heard something at this time.

"Jeanne, what's wrong with hiring you?"

At this time, Marshal Shu, who was standing next to her, couldn't help but ask Hei Zhen.

"Oh, nothing. I thought I heard Fafnir's voice. Maybe I missed it too much."

Hearing the marshal's words, Heizhen shook her head again and looked away.

Red A raised Siegfried's greatsword expressionlessly, its edge gleaming coldly in the sunlight. With a flick of his wrist, the blade sliced precisely into the gaps in Fafnir's armor, and dark red dragon blood instantly gushed out.

"No matter how tough a dragon's scales are, they are nothing but skin under the dragon slayer's sword."

He said lightly, catching the dripping dragon blood and pouring it into the container that had been prepared.

"Dragon blood is a top-quality alchemical material and cannot be wasted."

A low whine escaped Fafnir's throat, but its struggles were futile. Red A didn't pause for a moment. He switched to St. George's sword and slowly sliced along the dragon's spine, precisely separating the flesh and bones.

“The sirloin is perfect for grilling because it has even fat distribution and a tender texture.”

He explained calmly as he cut, as if he was just dealing with an ordinary ingredient.

Fafnir's pupils trembled violently. It had never imagined that it would be dismembered in this way - not dying in a heroic duel, but being broken down bit by bit like meat on a chopping board.

Red A picked up Hercules' bow and arrow again, and with a light flick of the arrow tip, he accurately cut out a piece of tender meat near the dragon's heart.

“The meat near the heart is the most tender and is best eaten raw or stir-fried.”

He weighed the piece of meat in his hand, his tone calm and almost cold, "However, dragons have strong vitality, and they won't die immediately even in this situation."

Fafnir's breathing became weaker and weaker, and his vision gradually blurred. He could only see the figure of Red A swaying in front of him. One dragon-slaying weapon after another was picked up and put down, and his body was dismantled bit by bit.

Finally, when Red A put down his last sword, Fafnir was already on the verge of death, no longer able to wail. He could only watch helplessly as his flesh and blood were sorted and collected. Red A, as if completing an ordinary task, gently shook off the blood on his sword and turned away.

"Hey, you're not going to kill them before you leave? What's the point of leaving them with a breath?"

Seeing that Red A was about to leave, the dog quickly called out to Red A.

"Isn't this normal? I'm a chef, not a professional butcher. How can I just kill it?"

At this time, Red A calmly said to the dog.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

When Gou Zi heard what Red A said, he was stunned.

"Of course it's because I shouldn't be the one to kill this dragon."

At this time, Red A pointed behind him, and saw that the last contestant had already come up.

……

Fafnir was lying on the ground dying.

After being divided by so many treasures, if it were not a purebred dragon, it would have been dead by now.

At this moment, it wished someone could just stab it.