God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

A group of alchemists and talisman masters, holding various magic weapons, talismans, seals, and formation disks, shuttled back and forth on the battlefield, showing extremely bravery.

The undead were immediately dumbfounded. Haven't they always said that the human race's alchemy masters, talisman masters, formation masters, and weapon masters were not good at fighting?

Don’t they all say that they have great cultivation but low combat power?

But what the hell is going on with this scene in front of me? You call this not good at fighting?

The undead were completely dumbfounded, but the excitement in the hearts of all the alchemists and talisman masters at the thought of finally being able to eat that hot meal was hard to suppress, and each of them fought more fiercely than the last.

Outside the greenhouse, Ye Changqing looked at the many alchemists and talisman masters covered in blood with a strange look on his face.

"You are this?"

According to everyone's suggestions, Ye Changqing made rice bowl and beef noodles this time, which can be regarded as satisfying everyone's wishes.

But why are there alchemists and talisman masters here? What are they doing on the battlefield?

Facing Ye Changqing's doubtful gaze, all the alchemists and Master Fu laughed loudly.

"We are also human monks. We are naturally responsible for the war of annihilation. It is normal to go into battle to kill the enemy."

"Yes, Izu, don't underestimate us, we are also members of the human race."

This seemed to make some sense at first, but as soon as he thought about it, Ye Changqing felt something was wrong.

The current battle situation is obviously dominated by the human race. Since the human race has the advantage, why are all these bells and whistles going on?

If the situation is in crisis and is on the verge of defeat, then it would be okay if alchemists, talisman masters from major alliances, and strong men from chambers of commerce go to the battlefield.

But now, we are far from reaching this point. What is the point of going to the battlefield at this time?

But at this time, everyone had no time to answer Ye Changqing's questions, and had already started feasting.

I have been craving for this meal for so long, so I have to eat a few more bowls, and today there are also various kinds of rice bowls and beef noodles, so it is even more impossible to miss it.

Unable to figure it out, and being too busy at the moment, Ye Changqing did not continue to delve deeper.

The most important thing is to ensure victory in the battle first.

And because what we ate today was rice bowls and noodles, the morale of the human race was so high.

Every human monk who has eaten will have their combat power increased by three points.

As for the undead, morale comes and goes quickly.

He was quickly stunned by the human race.

The main reason is that these human races today are even crazier than before, and each one of them is as if they have been injected with chicken blood.

The addition of alchemists and talisman masters from all major alliances made the undead even more confused.

In this way, although they tried their best to resist, the final result remained unchanged, and the undead were defeated again.

For more than half a month, not only faced successive defeats, but also faced torture from the human race again and again.

The undead can be said to be physically and mentally exhausted.

Not to mention the physical injuries, the trauma in the heart is the most difficult for them to accept.

"Why, why do humans dare to do this?"

"Damn it, my Dry Ghost Holy Land has the power of immortality and rejuvenation, but it can't even consume those humans?"

"I'm not reconciled."

Such complaints can be seen everywhere in the undead camp. Most of the undead are really on the verge of collapse.

The immortal emperors who inspected the station also noticed this, and their hearts were filled with solemnity.

Today's undead are like a huge powder keg. Once there is any "spark", it will probably explode directly.

When the time comes, they will collapse on their own without the human race taking action.

Just like the bombing of camps by the secular army during war, it is a tragic consequence caused by psychological breakdown.

Returning to the main hall, a group of immortal emperors sat together.

At present, compared to the human race, their own internal situation is more pressing.

"Let's talk about it, what should we do now?"

We must find a way to soothe the emotions of the people below and let them relax as soon as possible. They can no longer remain tense like this.

Otherwise, the string in my heart will definitely be broken.

But none of the immortal emperors could do anything about this.

"With the current actions of the human race, it is simply impossible."

"Yes, there will be a large-scale attack in two or three days, and we don't have time at all."

"Damn the human race, aren't they nervous and depressed?"

It's strange that there is an undead emperor. It's also a fierce battle. Why are the undead tribe on the verge of collapse and the human race has nothing?

Of course they don't know, are the humans here to fight? That's what I'm doing.

Do you feel nervous or depressed when cooking?

The human race wanted to keep fighting all the time. If their physical condition didn't allow it, they probably would have done so.

In fact, many people do this.

Human monks are not invincible. Even with Ye Changqing's food as support, many of them are still injured after repeated fierce battles, and it takes longer and longer to recover.

But it takes a long time to heal, doesn’t that mean you can’t eat?

Moreover, if the injury is too serious and affects the combat effectiveness, then even if he goes to the battlefield, his death will be in vain.

Everyone wants to make a living, but they don't want to die.

Therefore, many people are thinking about how to recover from their injuries as soon as possible without delaying their work.

Coincidentally, at this time, the story of Bai Honghua, the daughter of Bai Ke, the master of Tiandao Valley, was spread.

Previously, his soul was severely damaged, and even the elders of the Alchemist Alliance were unable to do anything about it, but in the end, it was cured by Sun Ming.

Although all her hair has fallen out and has not grown back yet, Bai Honghua is said to be fighting her father.

"Bake, tell me honestly, what is going on?"

In the square where Tiandao Valley was stationed, Bai Honghua stared at a shiny bald head and yelled at her father Bai Ke with a look of shame and anger.

Regarding this, Bai Ke, as well as many elders and disciples of Tiandao Valley around him, all had complicated expressions, but no one dared to speak.

They didn't dare to say it. If Master Shao Gu knew that he would never have hair again, it would be a disaster.

Bai Ke hesitated and couldn't say a word.

"Daughter...this...that...maybe the previous injury was not healed properly. Why don't you wait for a while and take a look?"

Let's put it off for now, as long as it takes one day.

But this time, Bai Honghua was obviously not so easy to fool. Looking at the expressions of her father and the surrounding brothers, Bai Honghua couldn't help but her eyes turned red, and her tone was also crying.

"Dad, tell me honestly, can I still have hair?"

"Here.........."

Bai Honghua obviously noticed something. This time, Bai Ke was confused.

It was precisely because of the hustle and bustle of Tiandao Valley that Sun Ming successfully got into the eyes of many people. Everyone knew that Sun Ming's alchemy skills were not weaker than those of the elders of the Alchemy Master Alliance.

Moreover, [-]% of the elixirs refined by Sun Ming were researched by him personally, and they are more effective. The only drawback is probably the "little" side effects.