The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

As he spoke, the Old Rogue glared at Atilan with considerable disdain.

"If you had raised your Druid level to 18 or higher, you could have used the methods my master and I left in the statue."

"Now, you can only call out the power of faith to attach to and sublimate these seasonings, instead of directly using the power of faith to create divine power seasonings. It's all because you haven't worked hard enough!"

Atilan gave an awkward but polite smile.

"Master, I'm working hard. My life level is 14, and my Druid level is 12. I'm stronger than many legendary Druids, right?"

Atilan's gaze involuntarily fell on the Old Rogue.

The Old Rogue rubbed his hands together, and five crystal-clear beads flew out from the necklace around his neck.

"Are you provoking me? How about you and I try our hands to see if this newly promoted legendary Druid is a match for you, the great Dragon King?"

Atilan quickly waved his hand.

"No, no, no, I'm no match for you, Master."

The Old Rogue wasn't the type to be trapped by the legendary barrier, wasting away until the end of his life before finally breaking through with difficulty.

He had indeed been stuck at level 20 for three hundred years, but that didn't mean he hadn't been working hard during those three hundred years.

Atilan also had some understanding of the Old Rogue's current strength. This old fellow's level soared straight to 28 as soon as he broke through the legendary barrier.

Moreover, the Old Rogue had been trying to construct a stable multi-elemental transformation.

Previously, because he was stuck at level 20 and had incurable old injuries, his basic physique didn't meet the requirements, and he couldn't bear the enormous elemental power to form a stable multi-elemental giant form.

It was still because the Old Rogue was too ambitious, wanting too many elements. Otherwise, his elemental transformation would have succeeded long ago.

For example, the Wind-Thunder Giant Eagle transformation that the Eagle King still couldn't master, the Old Rogue could easily do, and without the assistance of flesh and blood.

He could form a stable giant form with the three elements of wind, thunder, and water.

What the Old Rogue wanted was at least five elements, or even the seven elements involved in the secret techniques he mastered, to construct the most perfect elemental true body possible.

The Old Rogue was greedy, but with his talent, he was qualified to be so greedy.

Of course, after suffering severe injuries, the Old Rogue also shed his former impetuosity and became steady.

Now, he only wanted a five-element unified elemental true body.

After absorbing the power of faith, the seasonings the Old Rogue took out all turned golden.

Atilan couldn't help but sigh:

"As expected of the power of faith, it immediately becomes high-end, atmospheric, and energetic after being attached to it."

The Old Rogue clapped his hands and put away all the things.

He pointed to the position in front of him.

"Come over here, use that life secret technique you developed to transform the dragon body into the appearance of the God of Gourmet, and increase your resonance as much as possible."

Atilan felt a chill run down his spine.

"What do you want to do?!"

"To deepen your connection with the God of Gourmet and make the fictional god real and unique. After this ritual, you will be a true demigod in charge of gourmet."

"Aren't you happy?"

The Old Rogue smiled faintly, but it seemed so cruel.

He was also sure that the Old Rogue's mental problems had been cured and he wouldn't go crazy like before, randomly opening his elemental dragon veins.

Seeing Atilan's timid appearance, Audrey couldn't help but retort.

"This is a faith that belongs to you, and you'll be able to establish a connection soon. What are you afraid of! So many people want this kind of good thing but don't have the chance."

Atilan curled his lips. Although Audrey was almost a hundred years old and about to come of age, she was too well protected by her father, and her thinking was still too naive.

She didn't understand that all gifts of fate had a price marked in secret.

The better the God of Gourmet's faith was established, the bigger the trouble would be for Atilan.

Atilan knew the principle of not being worthy of his position.

The Old Rogue had said that his Druid level was not enough to meet the requirements for connecting with the God of Gourmet's faith.

Now, he wanted to forcibly connect him with the God of Gourmet's faith. Atilan had already foreseen how much he would pay for this ritual.

That was a demigod!

Atilan once thought that he would have to struggle for hundreds of years to reach that realm.

As a result, the Old Rogue wanted to force growth, and Atilan would naturally be apprehensive.

The Old Rogue frowned as he built the magic circle needed for the ritual.

"Don't underestimate yourself too much, and don't overestimate demigods too much. If they are those who have improved their realm step by step through cultivation to become demigods, then they are naturally very powerful."

"But there are also some demigods who are born as descendants of divine beings, and later gain the power of faith from some intelligent beings to enhance their divinity, thereby being promoted to demigods."

"The strength of this kind of demigod is not that strong, and they may even be killed by some powerful adventurers because they are not familiar with their own power."

Atilan's mouth twitched.

"Are you saying that I'm being promoted to this kind of demigod?"

The Old Rogue shook his head.

"You are even weaker than them. Your divinity comes entirely from people's faith in the God of Gourmet. Even if this faith has been purified and refined by the Druid natural rune array,"

"There are still too many impurities, so you may encounter some trouble."

Atilan tentatively asked:

"For example?"

"For example, the divinity of the God of Gourmet that we are about to separate has already aggregated a vague consciousness from the thoughts of believers in the power of faith."

"You need to defeat this consciousness to absorb the divinity! If you fail, then the God of Gourmet will be born in your dragon body."

"Then… is this divinity difficult to defeat? And how should I defeat it?"

The Old Rogue ignored him and continued to set up the ritual.

Seeing the Old Rogue suddenly become aloof, Atilan could only think for himself.

Audrey suddenly became a little worried.

"Why don't we wait and see? I'll go back and ask my father if there is a safe way to absorb divinity?"

The Old Rogue shook his head.

"I've already asked, but Atilan's situation is special. Strictly speaking, those powers of faith are indeed directed at him."

"But who told him not to make a clear reference when promoting the faith of the God of Gourmet? The God of Gourmet statue, which was originally a good thing, has also become an obstacle."

Otherwise, this wisp of divinity should have directly conceived in Atilan's body.

Of course, it was more likely that Atilan would be transformed by those powers of faith and become the God of Gourmet in people's minds.

As for Atilan, he would definitely cease to exist.

Faith has power. It's not to say that only gods with divine authority can be believed in. It's that gods can use divine authority to avoid the side effects of the power of faith.

Of course, powerful beings such as the Archdukes of Hell and the Abyss Lords can also eliminate the side effects of the power of faith even without divine authority.

"Rashly spreading the faith of the God of Gourmet has led to the conception of divinity in the statue. If the divinity is not separated, this statue will be activated and become a real God of Gourmet."

"Of course, the newly born God of Gourmet is weak and can be killed, but this wisp of gourmet divinity will definitely be wasted."

"Now that it's separated, you can absorb all of the divinity, and this statue, which has been transformed by the power of faith, will steadily provide you with gourmet divinity."

"Remember to control it later, the faith of the God of Gourmet can no longer be spread."

Forget it, the Old Rogue didn't want to persuade him anymore. Once Atilan absorbed the divinity, he would naturally know what was important.

"Let's begin."

Atilan, with a dragon head and a human body, stood in front of the statue, staring intently at the face of the statue. He observed carefully and found that the statue was indeed somewhat different from before.

It seemed much more vibrant than the last time he came in, as if it would soon come to life.

With the Old Rogue's movements, a strand of golden-red thread was pulled out of the statue with difficulty.

Halfway pulled out, the divinity still wanted to return to the statue.

The Old Rogue quickly shouted:

"Quick, call out to this divinity!"

Atilan anxiously asked:

"How do I call out to it?"

The Old Rogue's face flushed red.

"You are the God of Gourmet, you should know! Hurry!"

Atilan anxiously spun around on the spot.

Suddenly, he had an inspiration!

"Audrey, quickly take out all the food you brought!"

"Oh!"

Audrey hurriedly took out various snacks and handed them to Atilan.

Atilan didn't even look at them, stuffing them into his mouth and eating them.

"Apple pie, honey bread… banana pancakes, why is there also a charcoal-grilled silver-scaled snake fish?"

Audrey smiled awkwardly:

"I wasn't full, and I was curious about what you were going to do, so I brought this fish along."

Atilan tore off a piece and stuffed it into Audrey's mouth.

"The rest is all mine."

Unexpectedly, just as it was stuffed into Audreys's mouth, the divinity that had been deadlocked suddenly flew out of the statue and into Attilan's body.

Attilan's face instantly turned red, and the intense pain caused Attilan, the tough guy, to roll around on the spot.

The Old Urchin was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

The first step of the ritual was completed, and the next step was the most crucial.

"Use your dragon body to absorb the divinity, let the divinity pass through every corner of your body, and use the power of divinity to transform your dragon body."

"You must control it! This is the price of becoming a demigod!"

Attilan gritted his teeth and crawled up, sitting cross-legged on the ground, trying to control the divinity in his body.

This culinary divinity was indeed very compatible with him.

From it, he felt the joy of many believers buying at low prices, or even receiving free gifts, and then cooking delicious food, the heartfelt praise for the God of Food when enjoying the food.

No wonder after he shared the charcoal-grilled silver scale snake fish with Audreys, the divinity suddenly emerged.

It turned out that in everyone's mind, the God of Food was a kind god willing to share food and enjoy the joy of everyone tasting it.

Attilan was very curious, how did the sales team promote it?

Could it be the trick he taught, family, this is the lowest price I can get for you?

However, the process of absorbing the culinary divinity is really uncomfortable.

Attilan had already experienced the pain of tempering his body over and over again.

But when he used the dragon pearl to travel around his body, the pain of tempering was like using a ten-centimeter-long, red-hot steel needle to prick around in his body.

But the culinary divinity was like a one-meter-long wolf's fang club, burned until it was about to melt, and then suddenly stabbed in.

The spikes on the wolf's fang club would also bite.

The power of the culinary divinity was too strong, and even Attilan's dragon scales, which had been tempered to the limit, were blasted into fragments.

Attilan twisted his face and still had the mood to joke with the Old Urchin.

"Is this the little pain you said?"

The Old Urchin looked at him with some surprise.

"How can you still be in the mood to joke with me? Didn't the mental power contained in the divinity make you fall into an illusion?"

Attilan gritted his teeth and asked:

"Are you talking about the scenes of those people worshiping the God of Food? They are there, but not the kind of immersive illusion you mentioned."

The Old Urchin couldn't help but laugh.

"You're so lucky, just enjoy it. Falling into an illusion won't be too painful, but once you're eroded by the illusion, you, Attilan, will be gone."

"I didn't expect you to have such a high degree of compatibility with the culinary divinity. It seems that you, kid, are indeed a natural God of Food."

Attilan was抽搐ing in pain.

"Didn't we agree that we were just coming to deal with the problem of the surge in the God of Food's faith? Why suddenly let me absorb the divinity?"

Attilan wasn't deliberately talking so much, it was just too painful, he had to find a way to divert his attention.

"Stop talking, concentrate on controlling the divinity to transform your dragon body. When the dragon body is imbued with divinity, you will be a genuine demigod."

Attilan laboriously raised his right hand, on which a thin golden thread was moving. From time to time, patches of dragon scales would appear on his arm, and they would explode under the stimulation of the thin thread.

"No need, the divinity is actively transforming my body, it's more obedient than we thought."

Attilan suddenly thought of something.

It's the recipe!

Sell seasonings and send his carefully crafted recipes!

The recipe stated that the author was Attilan, the Lord of Food!

Those new believers subconsciously associated the Lord of Food with the God of Food.

After all, Lord, God, the objects they refer to are almost the same.

It can be said that the benefits of the God of Food's faith have all been obtained by him.

And the side effects of the power of faith have all been borne by this idol.

For a full seven days, if the Old Urchin hadn't used magic to adjust his consciousness, he would probably have been unconscious.

This transformation process actually maintained the intensity of wanting him to die, yet leaving him a breath of life.

It can only be said that this culinary divinity does have a bit of its own consciousness, and it's quite considerate.

While transforming and strengthening his dragon body, it also strengthens the intensity of the transformation.

"Old Urchin, does it have to be like this for the transformation to be effective?"

The Old Urchin gave him a look of annoyance.

"You are already in a situation where you are so lucky that you are exploding. After leaving the Emerald Dream, I wouldn't be surprised if you were killed by a meteorite."

"Demigods, or rather divine creatures, it's not like adventurers haven't tried to hunt them down to obtain divinity and thus achieve immortality. Who doesn't have this idea?"

"But the results are mostly that they become deformed monsters controlled by power under the influence of the divinity they absorb."

As the transformation was completed, Attilan lay on the ground and asked weakly:

"It's so dangerous, and you still let me go up?"

The Old Urchin kicked him directly.

"Stop playing dead, get up and take the last step."

Attilan directly did a carp jump, and then he kissed the earth intimately.

"Pui, pui, pui!"

Trying to spit out the mud in his mouth, Attilan looked at his hands and feet in surprise.

"My strength has become so much stronger, how can I not feel it at all?"

The Old Urchin said with emotion:

"This is the power of divinity! The most magical power in the entire universe, making everyone crazy about it."

While speaking, he took out all the divinely bestowed materials he had made before.

Attilan asked suspiciously:

"What for? Are we going to cook?"

The Old Urchin nodded with a smile.

"Yes, the last step of this ritual is to cook!"

Attilan felt that it was normal, after all, it was absorbing the power of the God of Food, and it was most appropriate to use the form of cooking.

Attilan looked at the materials in confusion.

"There are only seasonings, no main ingredients, how can we cook?"

The Old Urchin pointed with his chin.

"Isn't the main ingredient standing right here?"

Attilan widened his eyes in shock.

"I'm eating myself!"

"That's right, this is one of the rituals to digest divinity, but you are confident that you have completely mastered the divinity in your body, you can also cancel it."

Attilan twitched in pain.

He wasn't a self-confident man, he wasn't that confident.

"It's just a piece of meat, let's do it!"

Looking at his hands, and then looking at his feet, Attilan couldn't bring himself to do it.

The Old Urchin rolled up his sleeves.

"Hurry up, it's just a piece of meat, it's not like it won't grow back!"

Suddenly he thought of a good idea.

He saw his dragon tail suddenly grow out, and then the ice blade in his hand flew out suddenly, and slashed at the dragon tail.

"North Star Heavenly Dragon Blade!"

The knife fell, without a trace of blood, and the tail was also steadily caught by Attilan.

The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Holding the tail, Attilan couldn't help but twitch.

It wasn't that painful, compared to the pain of absorbing divinity, cutting the tail was like a mosquito bite, not much pain.

Removing the scales on the tail, Attilan picked up thirteen spices, cooking wine, soy sauce, and soybean oil for marinating.

After marinating, he conjured a ball of golden-red flames, and Attilan began to patiently grill.

Under the licking of the golden-red flames, the tail gradually turned golden yellow, exuding a sacred and inviolable aura.

Audreys couldn't help but drool as she watched.

Attilan wanted to share a piece with the Old Urchin and Audreys to taste.

But was stopped by the Old Urchin.

"No, you must eat it all by yourself."

Attilan shrugged helplessly, picked up the tail and took a bite.

Instantly widened his eyes, delicious, it was simply too delicious!

He had never eaten such delicious grilled meat.

The refreshing sea breeze, the spring breeze of life, the sparkling sea, appeared in his mind.

As the grilled dragon tail was completely eaten by Attilan, his body radiated a sacred and solemn aura.

Golden-red flames covered his body, and then azure blue water currents appeared, intertwined with the flames to form a dazzling halo suspended behind Attilan's head.

Attilan widened his eyes.

"My Purgatory Dragon Vein has been activated, and it's also perfectly coordinated and naturally getting along with the Ocean Dragon Vein, is the culinary divinity this great."

The Old Urchin laughed loudly.

"I said that activating the Purgatory Dragon Vein first was the most correct decision, but you didn't believe me."

Attilan looked at the Old Urchin in disbelief.

"You had already calculated this step at that time?"

The Old Urchin raised his head confidently.

"Of course!"

Audreys grabbed Attilan in shock.

"Weren't you about to advance to the Ocean Dragon King? How could there still be a Purgatory Dragon Vein in your body?"