Da, da, da...

The sound of empty and distant footsteps echoed on the mountain platform.

A flame cultist wearing a thick sacrificial robe, with a sleek face, walked step by step to the edge of the platform, his eyes suddenly drifted away, and he watched the pilgrimage path that was winding from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

This road was full of corpses, and crows and vultures stopped on the dead trees in the abyss, making harsh cooing sounds.

Mas became a believer who was hidden in the mountains.

He is not a "person", because he has lost his emotions and desires. Only when he looks back at the huge statue of the god standing in the mountains will the light of fire suddenly appear in his dim eyes.

Depressed!

“Is this really a dish?”

The heart seemed to be grabbed by a hand, and his emotions were quietly affected. Maas returned to reality, strangled his throat and couldn't breathe, and there was cold sweat on his forehead.

No!

A cry came from the heart, even if you abandon all your emotions, you cannot lose the desire to eat!

Just facing the chef on the tea table, Mass didn't intend to retreat and said to himself: "Let me see what else you can do..."

Scoop up the fourth spoon!

This time it was a cold smell that occupied the taste buds.

cold!

Mas stood in the cold temple, with a shrine in front of it. There was no statue of god worship, there was only one crystal ball. It is worth noting that there were flames flashing in the crystal ball!

Slowly stretched out your hand, this was a pair of wrinkled, old and haggard palms.

The moment I held the crystal ball with my hands, it was not hot, but cold!

Mas shivered and found that his hands were being sucked tightly. His stomach was rolling, his spirit was rolling, and his soul was rolling. The crystal ball seemed to have produced a black hole vortex, sucking everything about him.

The fifth spoon!

The rice grains dance on the tip of the tongue, ice and fire are balanced, soaring in the sky to gain the pleasure of freedom!

"roar--"

He couldn't help but roared excitedly, but Mas found his roar echoing among the mountains. When he looked down at the earth, he found that there were a large group of wild animals, cows, horses, lions and tigers, and various magical creatures that he could not name. In short, the scene of the beasts running away was very spectacular.

Fly over the peninsula and reach the sea.

The huge body sprinkled endless shadows on the sea surface. When the wings fluttered, it was a huge whirlwind. Several fishing boats on the sea surface and the sailboats were immediately swallowed by the wind and waves. The escaped sailors floated on the sea surface, looking up at him with fear.

"The red dragon that dominates the earth, please calm down!"

A captain trembledly, took out a string of talismans of flames, and held them high and recited the doctrine of flames.

“It’s so refreshing!”

The frustration in front suddenly turned into the pleasure of dominance.

Mass did not drag on the slightest amount of water and ate the sixth spoon of paella!

Ice and fire are also balanced, but the spice structure seems to have subtle changes, the bitterness is gone, the fragrance of the scent of the scent, the bay leaves, and the rosemary brings waves of spice hurricanes on the tip of the tongue!

"Um!"

Suddenly, the heartstrings tensed, and the sweet flavor of the ‘black rice’ was a stroke of magic, which immediately brought the spice structure to life.

At this moment, Maas became a pope who sat upright on the golden throne, holding the scepter and majestic and boundless flame.

Boom.

The dome of the Supreme Palace casts a large shadow, which makes the Red Dragon Tyrant, who is afraid of the world, put away his wings of evil and stays on the dome. The dragon eyes are full of obedience after submission, without a trace of violence and rebellion.

Below the throne is a row of candidate saints standing neatly, wearing veils and graceful figures.

The pope dominated a dragon and the power of life and death in the entire church. At this moment, Mas felt that he was the spokesperson of flames. He shouldered the will of flames, and he should let the world realize that only flames are eternal!

"Pray to the flames, you will never be disappointed..."

Whispering on the throne.

Mas was confused and was greedy for the freedom to become the Red Dragon Tyrant soaring in the sky, and wanted to gain the authority of the Lord of the Church and become the apostle of God in the secular world.

He struggled for a long time until a voice interrupted him:

"Seventh spoon, do you want to eat it?"

Looking up in disgust, a pretty face came into view.

The boy said leisurely: "Principal Mas, the seventh spoon is the qualitative change!"

His lips had long become chapped, and his tongue licked the corners of his lips. Mas couldn't speak. The stomach bag that had been wriggling before seemed to be in hibernation and no longer gave him a strong sense of hunger.

"eat!"

Reply loudly.

His hands trembled, shoveled up the seventh bag of seafood rice grains and put them into his mouth.

With his teeth gently pressed down, Mas could not control himself and made a long moan of enjoyment. At this moment, his clothes were suddenly broken, naked, returning to the center of the earth and the world of fire element.

Chaos began to open, everything grew, and a mass of elements in the center of the earth gradually gained wisdom. He obtained his first territory. In the hundreds of years, he fought east and west, expanding his territory to the entire elemental realm. Countless creatures in the elemental realm bowed to him, and the powerful enemies of the past knelt down and asked for his imperial title.

With a wave of Mas's hand, the powerful enemy became a god general under his command. Yes, he was appointed as a god and came to the Temple of the Pantheon above the plane of the heavens, becoming the second ancient giant god to open the door. The Creator God was also afraid of the clergy he was in charge and the divine realm he owned.

But Mas was not satisfied. He lowered his clone, looked for his spokesperson in many secular worlds, founded the Fire Church for him, and spread his influence to every corner of the multiverse.

“Hahahahahahahahaha…”

Finally, one day, he imprisoned the Creator God and claimed to be the King of God. His proud laughter echoed in the void.

Looking back, I was a guest sitting in the restaurant and tasting delicious food.

A strong sense of drop.

"Why!" Mas punched the table with a slam, then scooped up the eighth spoonful of seafood paella, chewed it carefully, and his face became more and more angry, "Why is it gone! Where! Come out!"

Yisehui outside the private room, Xiaolin Longtian, was frightened by his hideous and distorted expression.

"Clang!"

The Taidao was unsheathed, and Xia Yu held Liangzi Lina's wrist in time, met her eyes, and shook her head.

"It's okay," he said chuckling.

"Sure?"

"Very sure!"

So Ryoko Lina nodded and sat down next to him, still looking cautious.

She laughed in her heart. After all, she had a task. Xia Yu expressed her understanding and no longer said anything. Instead, she looked at Mas who was walking in the private room and wandering in a shame and annoyed manner. A smile gradually appeared on the corner of her mouth.

After a while, a long sigh.

Mas returned to the tea table, sat down on his knees, and bowed deeply to Xia Yu.

"It's rude."

Xia Yu just waved his hand and said curiously: "What did you see?"

"Psychic, pilgrim."

"Fire Cultists, Flame Devotes, Red Dragon Tyrant!"

"The Pope...and God!"

If these identity terms are spoken in one breath, if they are heard by passers-by on the street, they will definitely be watched as a lunatic.

"Seven bags of seafood paella, seven kinds of life!" Mass still had a strong amaze in his eyes. He looked at Xia Yu up and down with the eyes of looking at the monster, and then said in a deep voice:

"A recipe, but it tastes different."

“No repetition or boredom at all!”

After saying that, Maas gave a thumbs up.
Chapter completed!