nashuaworldcup Chapter 256 Dragon Head Stew and Pleasure
Chapter 256 Dragon Head Stew and Pleasure
Chapter 256 Dragon Head Stew and Pleasure
"Ronnie, do we really have no chance at all?"
Okun, the god of forging, often mingled among the goblins as a white-bearded old man, and was affectionately called "Big Daddy" by them.
Now, this goblin elder was smoking a long pipe, frowning as he questioned Ronnie Delauniel, who had been captured by the forest elves and then suddenly returned.
"You're guaranteed to lose, old man. You didn't see the battle scene back then. The power of the marrow explosion bomb was nothing compared to the attack that the God of War casually unleashed, and it was even less so compared to the being who defeated the God of War."
After traveling for two days, Ronnie returned to the goblin colony with a wry smile and answered his father's question.
However, his understanding was actually flawed. While the God of War was indeed a level stronger than other gods, the Ignore Marrow Bomb was not.
This goblin commander, however, regarded the God of War who had grown stronger after fighting Broly as the power that the God of War originally possessed before the war began.
But what he actually saw at the time was Altshu becoming stronger at a rapid pace.
However, the description of the God of War, whose strength has multiplied many times over, fighting the Saiyan boy has actually made the God of Forging, Okun, somewhat silent.
"I knew there was a gap in strength between myself and the God of War, but I didn't expect the gap to be this big."
"Don't be discouraged, Daddy. If you decide to fight the one who defeated the God of War, then I, Ronnie, will also charge into battle for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Okun tapped the goblin commander on the head with his pipe.
"Don't try to use your rhetoric on me. I'm not the kind of stubborn old man who would fight an enemy he knows is invincible."
"So, what do you mean, old man?"
"Forging good equipment requires good materials, but does that mean I can't forge good equipment without good materials?"
Circumstances dictate that one must be prepared, and the survival of one's family must also be considered. Oken has already made the decision to abandon the Star Cup.
"As long as I'm alive, even if I miss out on the Star Cup, I believe that one day I will be able to create equipment that surpasses the Star Cup."
That's just wishful thinking. The Star Grail is an omniscient and omnipotent conceptual device. Even if Okun were the god of forging, it would be extremely difficult for him to forge equipment that surpasses the Star Grail.
However, even gods must have dreams; a god without dreams is no better off directly piercing through his own divine essence.
The purpose of Okun's existence in this world is to create even better equipment.
In other words, as long as He is allowed to continue forging, Okun doesn't really care who the One God is.
Of course, if he could, Okun would definitely think that being the only god would be best for him.
But there's nothing we can do about it; His power doesn't allow it.
"I'm no longer competing for the Star Cup, but the future of not competing for the Star Cup still needs you to take control of it."
Okun was an enlightened god who had little desire for power and devoted himself to forging.
"The future...?"
Ronnie was also somewhat confused; he didn't know what the future held.
. . . .
The sudden offer of allegiance from the dragon spirit was somewhat unexpected.
But actually, this was also unexpected by Long.
Reginlev's original intention was just to check out the situation first, and he had no intention of directly joining the cause.
This was a decision made decisively after realizing the danger.
"Regin Levi, your tail is so long, could you spare me a little bit so I can taste it?"
As it turned out, her decision was correct. She had only just joined when the being who had defeated the God of War flew over and said some inappropriate things to her.
Regin Levi suspected that if he had spoken a moment too late, he might have ended up like the Dragon, with his head chopped off and hung in front of Abant Heim.
"If I could, I would love to do that, but in reality I can't."
The essence of our Dragon Essence is a container that encompasses a special space.
The past and future of the Dragon Essence will be reflected and echoed in a special space.
This brings us, the Dragon Spirit race, boundless power, but also a huge weakness.
That is, as long as the container is slightly damaged, even with the slightest injury, the damage will be magnified infinitely due to the property of infinite reflection and echo...
Regin Levi's words were somewhat complicated, but they can be summarized in one sentence: Dragon Spirits either don't get hurt, or if they do, they die.
Things like cutting off a dragon's tail for someone else to taste are practically a matter of life and death for the dragon.
"Huh? Just cutting off a tail and you dragon spirits die? You dragon spirits are really quite fragile!"
Reginlev: "..."
As the ultimate life form second only to the gods, this is the first time someone has dared to say that the Dragon Spirit is a fragile existence.
However, it is undeniable that, compared to the God of War of the past, and compared to the boy who defeated the God of War, the Dragon Spirit race is indeed fragile.
"You're right, what about my tail?"
"Since it will kill you, then I won't eat it. I'm not that greedy anyway."
Broly swallowed hard, his disappointment evident to everyone.
"Actually, you can still taste our flavor."
Seeing this, the Wise Dragon King felt relieved, but then said...
"Hey, are you really willing to sacrifice yourself so I can taste it?"
Broly asked quickly.
That's not what I meant.
The Dragon King quickly shook his huge head and pointed with his tail toward Abant Heim.
"My former dragon was hunted down by the Skywings, and its head is hanging there. You can eat that."
"Oh, so that wasn't a decoration before?"
Broly was somewhat surprised, then overjoyed.
Immediately, he flew over and removed the dragon head facade from the Skywing species.
The dragon head has been hanging for about ten years, and it has dried out somewhat.
For dried meat, Broly thought of cutting it into pieces and stewing it into soup.
As Avant Heim slowly flew towards the direction of the Forest Elves, Broly, holding the enormous pot that the Machine Race had given him, began to simmer a pot of Dragon Head Soup on Sky City.
Besides the dragon head as the main ingredient, a lot of other ingredients were also used, including some seafood creatures that the Skywing species had intercepted while plundering the sea.
"It smells so good!"
Before long, a rich aroma rose and wafted through Abant Heim.
Some Skywing creatures sniffed the air and flew over, curiously watching the boy throwing things into the large pot.
"Lord Broly, what are you doing?"
"stew."
"What is stewed soup?"
"It's delicious."
Broly has already tasted the soup, and this stew of dragon heads is not bad.
Sure enough, one after another, Skywing species were attracted by the scent and came over.
"Can we try some?"
These Skywing creatures were quite curious. After arriving here and smelling a clearer scent, they began to ask Broly questions with anticipation.
"certainly."
Broly doesn't have the habit of eating alone; he enjoys sharing food with those around him.
Soon, the Skywings who arrived here lined up in a long queue, each one coming to the pot and opening their mouths to wait for Broly to feed them, just like chicks eagerly waiting to be fed.
The scalding hot soup was no problem for them. After being fed a spoonful by Bro with a large spoon, they would savor it and gradually show a happy expression on their faces.
"What have you done now?"
Not long after, Jibril, who had flown over with Chronie in her arms, asked.
Behind him followed by Fanlou, and further back was Shubi carrying Rick.
"It's soup, here you go."
Without saying a word, Broly took out a bowl that he had prepared beforehand and filled a large bowl with soup for Jibril and the others.
Compared to other Skywing species, these wives have the right to their own bowls and chopsticks and to cut in line for soup, and Rick also enjoys the same treatment because of Kloni.
"It's so hot, but it tastes delicious!"
Klonie took a bite, and her eyes lit up.
Although these days, Broly would always take out some delicious food for them in this sky city.
But compared to this soup, those other things tasted a bit worse (cheap stuff), but they were still comparable to some of the food I ate in my dreams.
"Ugh, another bowl!"
While Chlorine was still blowing on the soup in her bowl to cool it down, Jibril had already finished her bowl and was holding it up, wanting more.
"I want one too."
Fanlou followed closely behind, her pink tongue licking her lips, also looking like she wanted more.
"no problem."
Seeing the three of them's happiness levels rising, Broly was also very satisfied and added another bowl for Jibril and Fanlou.
"Lord Broly, are you still looking for a wife?"
The other Skywing species looked on with envy and asked directly.
"Of course I confessed, but you won't do it."
Broly answered.
"Why not?"
The other Skywing species were not convinced.
"Because Crystal Palace doesn't recognize it."
Upon hearing this, the Skywing race were somewhat disappointed.
"However, you can be my outer-position wives."
"Could we get a bowl, like Jibril's, so I can get more soup without waiting in line?"
"If you want a bowl, you can order one from the machine. You won't have to wait in line to get soup. If you have more people to help make the soup, that's fine too. However, the official wife will still get priority for soup, the wives in the outer seats will get it second, and the non-wife will get it last."
Broly gave his priority for sharing food, and the Skywings around him looked at each other and eagerly signed up.
"I want to be Lord Broly's unofficial wife."
"Me too."
"I'll make it for the soup~"
……
Rick watched from the side, finding it somewhat absurd, but considering that the Skywing race had little understanding of their wives, it seemed reasonable.
Since they're already serving Broly, their brother-in-law, it doesn't seem like they'd be burdened to have another nominal external wife.
"By the way, Broly's husband, can I also be your 'outer-position' wife?"
Suddenly, Rick asked this question, intending only to make a joke, but he didn't expect it to...
"Of course you can."
Then they heard the Saiyan boy give a direct and affirmative answer.
"Wait a minute, brother-in-law, you're not bisexual, are you?"
Rick tensed up and asked directly.
"I don't eat people."
Broly didn't understand the hidden meaning and gave a serious reply.
"By the way, what is this stew? It tastes so good."
At this moment, Klonie interjected with a question.
"I used dragon head, sea fish, and some vegetables to stew it."
Broly answered.
"Hey, you attacked those dragon spirits?"
Jibril asked curiously.
"No, the dragon head I used is the one that hangs in front of Abant."
Broly shook his head and explained.
"Oh, so it's the head of the Distant Light, huh?"
Jibril realized what was happening and stared wide-eyed at the Saiyan boy.
"You stewed it with the head of my treasured dragon essence?!"
"Hey, is that your stuff?"
"If it's not mine, is it still yours?"
Jibril was somewhat frantic; that head was a dragon spirit she had defeated single-handedly.
It was a highly collectible item, originally intended as a souvenir, but now Broly has stewed it.
Broly: "..."
He picked up the bowl, ladled out another bowl of soup, and handed it over.
"Then drink more."
Jibril: "???"
He put down the bowl and pounced on Broly.
"I'll fight you to the death!"
The surrounding Skywing creatures were shocked and quickly carried away the large pot containing the delicious stew.
"Bang bang bang~"
After a full-scale attack, Jibril was reduced to a baby Jibril and was carried back by Broly.
"My brain, damn it, I have to drink a few more bowls!"
Unable to defeat Broly, the shrunken Jibril channeled her grief and anger into her appetite, grabbing a large bowl and eating heartily.
This is her treasured brain; she has to make up for the loss.
Broly was a little embarrassed because he hadn't asked who the ingredients belonged to when he got them.
Fortunately, Jibril's happiness level didn't drop too much.
After drinking the soup again, it rose again.
However, after finishing the soup, Jibril became somewhat sullen again.
Broly apologized and tried to cheer the other person up, but nothing worked.
"It's just a dragon spirit's head, why is she so angry?"
Fanlou was somewhat puzzled.
"That was the spoils of war that Jibril obtained after fighting six times, each time teetering on the brink of death, before finally slaying the dragon spirit on her own."
At that time, Lord Artes praised her, and Jibril has always been proud of it, hanging the head of the dragon spirit in front of Avant to this day.
"Hmm, that soup tastes really good."
Azriel licked her lips and answered Fanlou's question. As for Jibril's sulking, she didn't care. She figured it would pass in a few days.
"Perhaps I can help."
Fanlou stepped forward, reached out and tugged at Broly's clothes, and said.
"It's wonderful that you can help, but, Fanlou, how can you help?"
Broly was somewhat puzzled.
"My power contains the element of 'wishes.' If you sincerely make a wish to me, I will grant it."
Fanlou is the original deity, possessing the greatest power of creation. The reason why the fox-people of the beast-human race worship her stone-like essence as a god is not because they recognized the essence and wanted to create a god for the fox-people.
Instead, the inactive Fanlou would sometimes respond to the fox people's prayers in a hazy state, and the overflowing power would fulfill the wishes of some fox people, thus making some fox people realize the extraordinary existence of her essence.
"Then I hope Jibril won't be angry."
Broly did not doubt Fanlou's words and made the wish directly to his wife, a goddess. His wish was sincere and strong, and with Fanlou's intentional response, it was granted.
A milky white light emanated from Fanlou's body, drawing Broly's strong will to the remaining dragon head skeleton.
A clicking sound rang out, as if an invisible hand was piecing the scattered bones back together. Dried dragon meat emerged from between the dragon bones, and dragon scales covered them one by one.
In no time, the dried dragon head that had been eaten reappeared in front of everyone in a fresher way.
"This is... a creative power even stronger than Lord Artesius's?!"
All the gods possess some creative power, but none can compare to Fanlou, the original god.
"Your head is back, Jibril, don't be angry."
Fanlou easily recreated the dragon's head, and then walked over to Jibril and shook her.
"I'm not angry anymore, I'm not angry anymore. By the way, can I make a wish with you?"
Fanlou: "Hmm?"
"If we had two heads, we could make that soup again."
Fanlou: "Eh!"
(End of this chapter)