Mark looked at his two partners who had completed their transformation and felt a surge of pride.
His gaze swept across the center of the plain.
There, the "ingredients" that the demons delivered as promised had piled up into a mountain!
The lava demons' mountain-like bodies were piled up like crimson hills, while the dark trolls' bluish-black corpses formed high walls.
Countless bizarre monster corpses, their blood shimmering with eerie light, exuded a strong, pungent, mixed stench, forming a terrifying mountain of flesh that emanated an aura of death and chaos!
Thick, multicolored blood pooled together to form streams, flowing freely across the scorched earth.
The sheer amount of malevolent energy and chaotic magic emanating from this mountain of corpses alone is enough to cause an ordinary high-level professional to suffer a mental breakdown.
The three-headed mid-level demon god stood like three silent mountains around the mountain of corpses, its scarlet eyes fixed on Mark, silently urging him on.
Mark took a deep breath of the foul air, a mixture of blood, sulfur, and the stench of monster organs, and a surge of indescribable passion welled up in his chest.
He stepped forward and walked to the foot of the "mountain" made up of countless hideous corpses. His tiny figure stood in stark contrast to the hellish scene.
If this scene were placed in the murals of the Church of Holy Light, it could probably be used to create a rather epic story.
"Okay!" Mark's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the clamor of the Demon Realm, carrying a calm and unquestionable power that indicated he was in control of the entire situation.
"Light the fire, turn on the stove!"
He slowly raised his hands, and the cross necklace on his chest suddenly burst forth with a deep, abyss-like seven-colored black light!
The light surged instantly, flowing and spreading like a living thing, rapidly outlining and shaping in front of him!
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
Dozens of enormous magical stoves, formed from pure seven-colored black light, rose from the scorched earth!
Each stove gleamed with a metallic luster, its shape ancient and strange, and inside burned a seven-colored energy flame directly ignited by Mark's will, the temperature so high that the space itself was slightly distorted!
The flames burned silently, yet exuded a profound aura that seemed to devour everything.
The black stove, glowing with seven colors, burned silently, casting a distorted shadow on the mountain of corpses.
Mark stood in front of the stove, his gaze sweeping over the three mid-level demon gods who stood like small mountains, their eyes filled with a mixture of desire and ferocity, and behind them, a dense army of demons whose auras were restless yet suppressed their instincts.
"Listen up, everyone!" Mark's voice, carrying the imposing aura of a legendary profession, pierced through the clamor of the Demon Realm, clearly imprinting itself on the consciousness of every being. "If you want to enjoy this feast, you have to follow my rules! Enzo, Anna, keep an eye on things. Monica, you translate for those high-level monsters!"
"Roar!" Enzo slammed his rune hammer into the ground, the residual power of the lava lake domain [Dark Forged Heart] causing the ground to tremble and the lava to surge, a clear warning.
Anna silently blended into the shadows, and the Shadow Hunter's domain, Domain of Insight, quietly covered the entire area. Her cold gaze was like a tangible arrow, instantly freezing several impatient high-level monsters in place.
Monica stepped forward, and the legendary appraiser's [Domain of Insight] not only analyzed all things, but also transformed into a powerful bridge for spiritual communication.
Her voice was clear and cold, yet possessed an undeniable penetrating power, transforming Mark's instructions into mental fluctuations that the abyssal monsters could understand, resounding through their chaotic consciousness.
Now their entire team is legendary, and even in a sea of demons and monsters, they have the ability to control the situation.
Moreover, the demons within them need something from Mark's team.
“You,” Mark pointed to the Ice Crystal Giant Lizard Demon God, “are responsible for processing all carapace-covered monsters. Peel off the carapace, taking only the tenderest connecting flesh and core essence; impurities on the carapace must be thoroughly removed! After cleaning, the carapace is thrown into the bottom of this furnace and burned into ash, which will be used as kindling and to enhance the aroma!”
The giant lizard demon roared in response, its thick claws clumsily grabbing a crystal scorpion demon and beginning to operate according to the instructions.
As for Mark's disrespectful attitude towards the demon god, it didn't care at all.
“You,” he pointed at the octopus-shaped demon, its countless sucker tentacles wriggling unconsciously, “all soft and gelatinous demons are yours. Use your suckers to wash away the sand and grime inside the food! Separate the demon cores, store the glands separately, and tear them into even strips along their texture with your tentacles.”
The octopus demon emitted a sticky hiss, and its dozen tentacles deftly coiled up several enormous abyssal slimes and Styx squid, meticulously carrying out its orders.
"And you," he said, finally pointing to the Poison Ivy Treant Demon, "all the plant-based and fungal-based monster materials, as well as the muscle textures that require fine division, are yours. And your poisonous thorns can be used as natural pine needle spice, so contribute some! Collect the sap in these jars."
The three strongest mid-level demon gods carried out Mark's orders with the utmost sincerity, without any hesitation.
Now Mark is the head chef, and they are the assistant chefs; they can't afford to act like the middleman demon.
Mark's gaze swept over the restless high-level monsters and lower-level demon gods:
"Lava Demons, draw the deepest essence of the earth's fire from the ley lines and infuse it into the hearth marked with fire runes! Dark Trolls, you are the strongest, so be responsible for breaking the processed troll bones into even pieces to make the broth! Bone-Eating Moths, use your spatial dust to vacuum-seal the cut meat chunks to preserve their freshness! Styx Worms, go and transport the purest Styx ice to cool and lock in the freshness..."
The poor lava demons and dark trolls were driven here to be used as materials for Enzo to advance to legendary status.
Now that Enzo has completed his advancement, they have to stay and continue to do the hard labor.
In the past, they were among the most powerful races near this Demon Realm Rift.
No matter how powerful their race was, they were nothing more than a dish on a dinner table when faced with a dozen or so demon gods!
The instructions, like military orders, were relayed down through the ranks via Monica's translation.
At first, chaos and instinctive resistance still permeated the monster horde.
A high-ranking lava hound, dissatisfied with being forced to clean its internal organs, let out a threatening growl and attempted to bite the dark troll beside it.
However, it had just bared its teeth—
laugh!
A kitchen knife phantom formed from a seven-colored black light, like a blade of judgment, silently nailed itself to the ground in front of its feet, penetrating deep into the scorched rock!
The blade hummed, radiating a powerful aura that made the souls of all demons tremble.
At the same time, Anna's icy gaze and the black lightning leaping on Enzo's hammer instantly locked onto it.
“Those who disobey will be eaten dog meat.” Mark’s voice was calm, yet more intimidating than any roar.
The demonic hound instantly tucked its tail between its legs, whimpered, and obediently picked up a basket of entrails and rushed toward a tributary of the River Styx not far away.
All the monsters fell silent, no longer daring to make the slightest move, and buried themselves in their assigned tasks.
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