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

Facing another large-scale attack by the human race, all the immortal emperors were completely depressed.

How come this human race is so ferocious and so warlike.

For a moment, the hall fell into a long silence. After a long time, the immortal emperor spoke.

"Fight?"

"What else can we do?"

The human race is attacking, and the current situation can only be fought bravely.

And as the order to fight was issued, many of the undead below, including these young undead geniuses and powerful men in the three holy places, were completely depressed.

"When was the last time we fought?"

"The day before yesterday."

"Then they came again today?"

Many undead people gathered around and said with despairing expressions. They felt as if they had retreated from the battlefield. Before they could take a breath, what the hell were these human beings attacking again?

Hearing this, the other undead could only remain silent, not knowing what to say.

Morale is low, but they have no choice but to go to the battlefield in the face of the human attack.

When the two sides met, the situation was completely different from the undead side. The human race was full of fighting spirit.

Everyone has red eyes and drooling at their mouths. The greenhouse has been set up, and now they are just waiting for the war to begin.

"kill."

With a cry of killing, the human race launched an attack directly. Even though they were injured, they still looked menacing.

"What the hell."

Faced with the shocking fighting spirit of the human race, the undead tribe completely lost their temper. It was as if these human tribes could not be beaten to death.

They are obviously the undead.

The battle still broke out extremely fiercely, but outside the greenhouse, it was also extremely lively.

Everyone drank the broth and ate the big meat buns, which was a real pleasure.

It's perfect to have this hot bite.

Not far from the battlefield, people from the four major alliances and the ten major chambers of commerce stood on the city wall, looking in the direction of the greenhouse with envy.

The greenhouse was originally located behind the battlefield, so standing on the city wall, you could see the lively scene there.

People from the four major alliances and the top ten chambers of commerce are envious.

But there is no other way. Ye Changqing and the Lingchu Alliance have already said that Lingshi can only fully supply wartime needs.

Therefore, there is no spiritual food provided on weekdays, not even Daoyi Holy Land can eat it, let alone them.

But as an alliance and a chamber of commerce, they do not go to the battlefield and are mainly responsible for logistics.

So after a few battles, everyone could only watch as others drank soup and meat in the front, while they could only watch from the rear.

Every time they see other people feasting and their mouths full of oil, they can't help but swallow.

"I can't help it anymore. This life is simply not human."

"What should we do? We can't go to the battlefield..."

"Who said we can't go to the battlefield? As human monks, we are naturally responsible for the battle of genocide."

"Um???"

Someone said, and upon hearing this, everyone around them looked at him.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and it seemed that there was no problem with this.

We are all human monks, why can't we go to the battlefield? Moreover, this is a battle of genocide.

"Then let's..."

Not knowing what the four major alliances and the ten major chambers of commerce were thinking, they had a full meal... No, after a fierce battle, the undead were defeated again.

The human race also returned with victory again.

Although many people were injured, everyone had an excited smile on their face.

After having a full meal, can you not be happy?

Even the disciples of Daoyi Holy Land surrounded Ye Changqing and said.

"Elder Changqing, why not eat before the next battle? You drank too much broth. Eat something dry first."

"I think beef noodles are more suitable, braised noodles are also fine."

Ok? ? ?

Hearing what everyone said, Ye Changqing was stunned, why on earth do you want to order food on the battlefield?

Looking at everyone with strange eyes, Xu Jie reacted the fastest and said quickly when he saw this.

"Junior Brother Changqing, this is a fierce battle for everyone, and it is inevitable that we have some wishes in our hearts."

"let me try."

Hearing this, Ye Changqing thought it was reasonable. After all, he had witnessed the brutal battle of genocide.

Faced with everyone's small demands, if you can satisfy them, you will naturally do your best to satisfy them.

Seeing Ye Changqing nodding, everyone cheered, and at the same time, they were already secretly planning the next battle.

How about no rest tomorrow? Do it directly?

Returning to Tianhong Pass, it was still a healing retreat, and everyone was trying their best to recover from their injuries.

The faster their injuries recover, the sooner they can eat, and no one wants to waste time.

The entire Tianhong Pass was quiet.

Ye Changqing decided to prepare rice or noodles for the next battle, and everyone was greedy. As expected, they launched another attack the next day.

"Again? It's getting more and more extreme. Now you don't even have a day's rest?"

The war that just broke out yesterday, only one night has passed, and the human race is attacking again?

Faced with the news that the human race was attacking again, the immortal emperors were completely angry. This was too much to bully others.

However, this also successfully gathered the anger in the hearts of many immortal emperors, and they said fiercely.

"Okay, the human race wants to consume them, right? Let's see who can consume whom."

"Get ready to fight, but I don't believe it. Are all of these humans still immortal?"

The undead chose to fight again, and this time, the morale of many undead actually rebounded because they were forced too tightly.

Everyone felt that the human race was bullying others too much, and at worst they would all die together, so their morale was much stronger than before.

"Brothers, at worst we have to fight these humans."

"That's right, do you really think that we are soft persimmons who can be manipulated at will? We attack so frequently and we have to fight with them today."

"Kill it."

The morale was high, and all the immortal emperors nodded with satisfaction. Unexpectedly, the human race's pressing step by step actually made their morale soar. For a time, the fighting spirit in their hearts also continued to rise.

However, such morale could not be maintained for long. As the two sides fought again, the undead discovered that there were so many alchemists, talisman masters, formation masters, and weapon refiners among the human race.

Why are these people also on the battlefield? Shouldn't they be in the rear?

The undead naturally know something about human alchemists.

Compared to letting them go to the battlefield, it is definitely more meaningful to stay behind to ensure logistical supplies.

But now, these alchemy masters and talisman masters have not only been sent to the battlefield, but... each and every one of them is so fierce in fighting.

For example, the three leaders of the Alchemist Alliance, each holding a big sword, killed seven in and seven out in the crowd.

"Did you tell me this is the alchemist?"

The undead were dumbfounded, what the hell is this an alchemist?