[Comprehensive Yingmei] Nine Realms God of Cookery

"Divinity and strength are not directly linked, and it is not impossible for mortals to be stronger than gods. For example, Queen Vashj was probably stronger than many gods." Chris explained, "Even so, with her strength , it should still be impossible to complete this seal and completely seal the Trench Race."

"The seal is invalid now?" Prince Taylor was very anxious.

"No, this is the most interesting part," Chris shook his head, "The seal is completed, and the underlying structure has changed from magical power to divine power."

"But, the Trench Clan rushed out just now..."

"So, this seal is only half completed." Chris watched the sea ball in his hand constantly spinning, "The specific truth may only be known to Queen Vashj herself, but I guess, she decided to sacrifice herself back then, using the last When his life completed the seal, because the energy brought by burning his life was too powerful, at that moment, he successfully activated his bloodline and became a demigod."

After a pause, Chris seemed to be sorting out his thoughts, and tried to recall some of the classics he had read in Asgard, "Queen Vashj's own mana should already be extremely large, and being a demigod can't help her. It didn't improve much, and it couldn't make her stop the process of burning her life. However, becoming a demigod still has some effects, for example, she can transform magic power into divine power, such as..."

Chris said meaningfully, "Let her realize that with her own strength, it is impossible to complete this seal."

Indeed, looking at this huge trench and the wider sea it connects to, Queen Vashj had no choice but to fight to the death. However, if she really had such a huge space to seal, and the space The ability of the entire Trench tribe can kill the Trench tribe single-handedly. Is it necessary?

"Then why..." Prince Taylor looked towards the direction of the trench, the meaning is self-evident, even if something goes wrong now, the seal has still played a role for decades, how can it be said that it has not been completed at all?

"That's why I said this is a half-finished seal." Chris dispersed the sea water ball in his hand, "No, it's not so much a seal as it is a curse based on divine power and divinity with the contract."

"Curse and... contract?" Prince Taylor was a little puzzled.

"Let me ask you, what is the Trench Race most eager for?"

"Breeding? No, I think, it should be the flesh and blood of the Atlanteans." Taylor has been familiar with the information of the Trench Race for several years.

"That's true," Chris nodded, "but I guess, their deepest desire should still come from the blood of Poseidon, the sea god, that is to say, you," Chris tapped Prince Taylor's chest with his index finger , drew a small circle, "The bloodlines inherited by these Atlantean nobles."

Well, it feels pretty good.

"Could it be that grandma..." Prince Taylor is not a fool. He can probably figure out what happened when Chris said this.

"That's right, she sacrificed herself." Speaking of this, Chris also had a bit of admiration. It was hard to imagine what kind of mentality a queen would be in to make such a decision, not only sacrificing her own life , and even completely sacrificed everything about him, his blood, his flesh, and even his bones. "If I'm not mistaken, the flesh and blood of Queen Vashj temporarily calmed the pain of the Trench Clan, and the divine blood contained in a demigod completed the seal, and the Trench Clan monsters who swallowed the divine blood also It is equivalent to making a contract not to leave here, once you try to come out, you will be cursed by backlash, after all, they are also descendants of the sea god Poseidon."

"So, it's not that the seal is invalid, it's just that... grandma's divine blood has been... used up..." Prince Taylor came to a conclusion that shocked even himself.

"That's right, and, if I'm not mistaken, there is a supplementary mechanism left on Queen Vashj's seal structure."

"Supplement... mechanism..." Prince Taylor muttered in a daze.

Chris patted Taylor on the shoulder, like an elder caring for the younger generation, not caring at all about the cruel reality he just said.

But even if Chris doesn't say it, Prince Taylor can find out by himself, but it's not a small price to pay. This prince is indeed talented.

Queen Vaschi's approach cannot be said to be wrong. However, this queen has left a huge problem for future generations.In this seal, the flesh and blood of the Atlanteans, as well as the blood of the sea god Poseidon are necessary... consumables!

In other words, either Atlantis is ready to fight to the death with the Trench Race, or they can only "sacrifice" flesh and blood continuously, and must also include noble blood.

In the "original history", Atlantis finally chose to compromise and maintain peace by sacrificing a small number of people, but it eventually caused the division of the kingdom.

Flesh and blood is fine, the Atlanteans are only short-lived species, and there are not a few people who are born, old, sick and die every day, at worst, they treat it as a crematorium.

But the noble blood is troublesome. Yes, every Atlantean noble has inherited the blood of the sea god Poseidon, but the concentration is high and low, and it is difficult to measure. The number of nobles is not too many. After all, there will be times when natural death is not enough. At this time, active "sacrifice" and "sacrifice" are required.

No nobleman hoped that he would be sacrificed. Gradually, the nobles lost trust in the royal family and eventually split into six kingdoms. They declared that only when the real king of the seven seas appeared, Atlantis would be reunited again. One.

For the sake of their own face, the nobles also beautified this kind of sacrifice as punishment, specifically for those who violated the noble laws. Over time, thousands of years later, the truth of the matter was covered up instead.

History will always be dusted, and the truth that is unwilling to tell will eventually be forgotten. This is the sadness of short-lived species.However, looking at the endless time of the entire universe, isn't the longevity species the same?

……

"Anyway, thank you, Mr. Chris, for your help. Without you this time, I'm afraid..."

"It's nothing more than a little effort," Chris interrupted Prince Taylor's polite words, "Even without me, you can solve it. Besides, the real crisis is far more than just a little Trench tribe. Even my divine power can't deter them. If it takes too long, the effect of the seal will only become weaker as you get further behind, you should already be very clear about this."

"Indeed, but it's useless to be clear, we still have nothing to do..." Taylor smiled wryly and shook his head, "I still have to thank Mr. Chris, without you, even if we solve this incident, I'm afraid we will pay a lot. Less sacrifice."

"So, what are you going to do now?" Chris asked.

"If something like this happened, I still have to go back and report to my father."

"That's right, I don't think there's anything else to play here, so let's go back, my Jiafen... Xiaolang is still waiting in the palace, that stupid thing, I'm afraid the house will be demolished after being left outside for a long time." Chris As he spoke, he and Prince Taylor got on the mount together and began to swim back.

In the palace, Fenrir, who was lying innocently on the gun, yawned. Although it was indeed boring, it also knew that it could not be dismantled, otherwise it might be submerged in water, and it would be even more uncomfortable.

Fenrir began to regret following Chris for this trip.

……

"Mr. Chris," Taylor stopped suddenly on the way and approached Chris.

"What's wrong?" Chris also stopped his mount.

"You said, if there is a demigod," Prince Taylor seemed a little hesitant, "the demigod with the bloodline of Poseidon's crown can be watered regularly with blood, can the seal be maintained?"

"Theoretically, it should be fine," Chris thought for a while, "However, at least it must be a demigod who has activated the bloodline. It has little to do with the concentration of the bloodline. The key depends on whether it is activated."

While talking, the two simply dismounted from their mounts and fell to the ground to rest for a while.This is just a small station built by Atlantis, which is specially used to rest the soldiers who commute to and from the front line on weekdays. After all, not all Atlantis and their mounts can be in a day. The front line and Wangdu swam a few times back and forth.

Although no one maintains it, with the help of magic, the environment of this inn is not bad, such as tables and chairs for a short rest, and even beds made of big shells.

"I want to be a demigod." Taylor finally said this sentence.

"It's good for young people to have ideas. With your Atlantean royal blood, it's still possible to become a demigod. It's worth the effort."

"I hope that I can get help from Mr. Chris." Prince Taylor said very seriously.

Chris looked at the young man in front of him. That's right, even if it is only based on real age, at Chris's current age, Prince Taylor, who is less than 30 years old, can be considered a young man.Her dark blonde short hair, which was so dark to brown, flaunted in the sea water, and her black pupils glowed with golden light, showing a very firm expression.

"Becoming a demigod? I do have a way." This is not nonsense. If you start from scratch with divine blood, it may be difficult to achieve, but if you only activate the demigod's blood, whether it is by cooking or by divine power, Chris has some ways to try, "Your troubles are nothing to me," it's just a bunch of seafood, "but the question is, why should I help you?"

"This..." Prince Taylor was a little speechless. Indeed, it was hard for him to think of something that could impress Chris.

"Or, what kind of price does Atlantis pay for... trading?" Chris looked at Taylor, thinking, it really can't be done, and solving the problem of Atlantis is a little more troublesome for him , It’s just a few times a year to release skills, but why?Unless, Atlantis can come up with some precious enough treasures, rare ingredients and other prices...

"I understand, Atlantis can, no, I can..." Prince Taylor lowered his head and tightened his lips. The mature man was quite happy to do so, "I can give everything , everything I have."

Mr. Chris glanced at himself from time to time. Prince Taylor had noticed it a long time ago. As a royal family, he was no stranger to these things. He "realized" what Chris wanted, plus what his father had explained before...

Taylor slowly took off his armor, only wearing a close-fitting tights, raised his head, looked at Chris's half-smile expression, and stuck it...

Chris: ...what the hell do you understand?

However, since it was offered to the door, Chris would not refuse, anyway, he never promised anything.

Reaching out to wrap the young prince in tights, it looks like he has a beautifully curved buttocks and a strong waist...

Well, it feels really good...