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"For tens of thousands of years, countless people who have sought to meet him have racked their brains to search for delicious food, but few have been able to satisfy him."

"Delicious food?" Hearing these two words, everyone subconsciously looked at Sherlock.

"So the problem lies with our ancestors. No wonder Sherlock loves to eat so much."

"If it were any other way, it might take some twists and turns, but when it comes to delicious food, no one in the entire Abyss knows more than Sherlock, right, Sherlock?"

"Of course I am the president of the Abyssal Cuisine Association, the honorary principal of New Oriental Cooking School, and a certified top-grade chef from New Oriental."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sherlock tore off a piece of cloth wrapped around his sleeve, revealing a coiled dragon pattern underneath, with a big word "特" written in the middle of the coiled dragon pattern.

This logo is exactly the special chef logo customized by the Federation of All Worlds Gourmet Association.

When Ozma saw this sign, he couldn't help but look puzzled.

"That's not right. There are only eight people in the entire Wanjie Federation who have passed the special chef certification. All eight of them are from the Taotie Immortal Palace. When did you get your certification?"

"Yes, I remember you were a senior chef before. When did you get promoted to special chef?" Isabella was also confused.

"Listen to him bragging, he bought his senior chef certification. This special chef certification is probably a fake." Deep Sea King said disdainfully.

As soon as these words came out, Sherlock became anxious.

"How can you slander someone's innocence out of thin air? How could my high-end chef be bought? I got it through the back door, okay? With my reputation in the food industry, do I need to pay for it?"

"Look, admit it, you're just a fake top chef."

"So what if it's fake? There aren't many certified senior chefs in the entire Abyss. With my status as a senior chef, I don't believe the food I make can't satisfy a mere God of Destruction."

"Father, take me directly to see the God of Destruction. I'll let him know what delicious food is!"

Under the leadership of Shanks, this group of demon lords from the abyss quickly arrived at Demon City No. 47, the center of Demon Realm No. 47.

After entering the Demon King's Castle, the original appearance of the demon world appeared before everyone.

If the abyss was chaotic enough before, then the Demon King's Castle was a hundred times more chaotic than the abyss.

There is no law and order in the city, and the demons inside are all like people suffering from road rage.

Fights were common occurrences. Within a few hundred meters, the crowd witnessed at least five fights, which made everyone shake their heads.

"Father, doesn't the God of Destruction care about these demon gods? Does he just let them fight like this?"

Hearing Sherlock's question, Shanks shook his head.

"No, I won't care. In the Demon Realm, only the strong are worthy of survival. As long as you are strong enough, you can even challenge the 72 Pillar Demon Gods. If you win, you will become the new Pillar Demon God. This is why the Demon Realms in the Demon Realm have no names, because each Demon Realm has replaced at least a dozen Pillar Demon Gods."

"I see, the people are truly simple and honest. No wonder the other God Kings have so many main gods under their command, while the Demon Realm only has 72. It seems that the others have been killed."

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, a low-level demon god was torn to pieces by another demon god not far away, and his blood spilled all over the ground.

"Barbaric, so barbaric!"

The crowd, shaking their heads, finally arrived at the center of the Demon King's Castle under the leadership of Shanks, where a towering black temple stood tall.

And this is the residence of Diablo, the God of Destruction.

Just as the Abyss and his group arrived outside the Temple of the God of Destruction, in a hall in the deepest part of the temple, the three-meter-tall God of Destruction Diablo, with a pair of majestic giant horns on his head, was sitting at the dining table.