Release the Douyin fairyland version, the Holy Land Patriarch broke the defense

There was a large amount of food on the dining table that was dozens of meters long, with hundreds of varieties. However, he frowned at just one look.

"It's all these things again. Can't you try something new?"

"Duriel! Go and kill all the chefs who cooked today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Duriel, one of the four demon kings standing beside him, showed a bitter smile on his face.

"Your Majesty, the God of Destruction, you can't kill any more. You've already executed over 400 chefs this month. We can't find anyone in Demon Territory 47 who can cook. If this batch is executed, I'm afraid you won't even be able to eat these things."

After hearing this, Diablo's expression relaxed slightly.

"Have so many been executed?"

"But people who make food so unpalatable don't deserve to live in this world."

After saying this, he looked at the food on the table again. After hesitating for a while, he picked up the nearest dish with a fork with a conflicted look on his face.

After just two chews, a painful expression appeared on his face.

"In such a vast demon world, there's no one who can cook."

"By the way, has anyone come to see me recently?"

"Your Majesty, the respected God of Destruction, not in recent days." Duriel answered truthfully.

"If someone can bring me delicious food that will make my heart flutter at this moment, I can fulfill any of his wishes."

"When the next immortal war breaks out, I must find a way to snatch a few cookbooks back from the Eastern Immortal Realm."

After saying that, Diablo threw away the cutlery in his hand with a look of despair.

Although he is a god with the title of God of Destruction, his greatest interest is not destruction and ruin, but tasting delicious food.

However, everyone in the demon world is a battle maniac, and no one is willing to delve into gourmet food. For them, food is nothing more than nutrients to replenish the body's energy, and anything that can be stuffed into their mouths is food.

Now he no longer has any hope for the demon world.

However, just as he was about to hastily finish his meal, a bell suddenly rang outside the door.

The moment he heard the bell, his eyes lit up.

"Someone wants to see me! Great, look what kind of delicious food they brought this time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared, and when he appeared again, he had arrived at the square leading to the shrine.

At a glance he saw Sherlock and others standing in the square.

"Huh? They're actually a group of new gods who just arrived in the Demon Realm. They seem to be from the Abyss. Maybe they can actually make delicious food that will satisfy me."

Thinking of this, he slowly walked towards Sherlock and the others. When he arrived in front of them, he looked down at them and said:

"Are you here to see me?"

"Yes, the great God of Destruction." Sherlock said calmly, even though the person standing in front of him was the ancestor of their Golden Demon clan.

"You should know the rules. If you can bring me delicious food that satisfies me, I can agree to one condition."

"But if you can't produce it, then I will have no choice but to kill you."

"are you ready?"

"Please rest assured that the food we prepare for you will definitely satisfy you, but it may take a little time because we need to cook on the spot."

After Sherlock said this, Diablo became even more curious.

"In that case, I'll wait and see."

After he finished speaking, he slowly sat down, and a huge chair appeared behind him.

He just sat there at the gate of the temple with a majestic look.

As he watched at ease, Sherlock pulled out a complete set of kitchen utensils from his dimensional pocket like magic.