Before even crossing over that glittering mountain peak, a shrill crowing pierced the eardrums.
Cluck-cluck-crow—!
Golden Chicken Mountain (Jin Ji Shan). The mountains and plains were filled with large roosters taller than a person. Their feathers shone like gold (actually a brass alloy), and their claws were as sharp as steel hooks.
A group of ghosts were covering their eyes and screaming, chased all over the mountain by several golden chickens.
"My eyes! Stop pecking! I was wrong!"
Daoist Singularity watched this chaotic scene and was preparing to use a magic artifact to drive them away.
Grrr...
An untimely thunderclap sounded.
Singularity froze, turning to look at Slayer.
The sound came from Slayer's stomach (under the abdominal armor of the Praetor Suit).
Slayer stopped. He rubbed his stomach. Although he had transcended mortal flesh and could survive without eating, the desire to "eat something" was carved into his DNA. Especially after drinking two buckets of Meng Po Soup (liquid), he now craved solid food intensely.
He looked up at the golden chickens covering the mountain.
In his tactical visor, those ferocious monsters instantly changed appearance.
They were no longer red hostile targets, but turned into golden, fragrant roasted chicken leg icons.
[High-Protein Organism Detected.]
[Meat Quality: Firm (Long-term running).]
[Cooking Suggestion: High-temperature grilling.]
Slayer's eyes changed. It was a look purer than slaughter—Appetite.
He didn't draw his gun (using a gun would ruin the meat).
He walked over empty-handed.
A leading Golden Chicken King spread its three-meter-wide metal wings and pounced majestically at Slayer. One peck from it could pierce through an iron plate.
"Careful! That's the Iron-Beaked Divine Chicken!" Singularity shouted.
Slayer didn't dodge or evade.
The moment the Golden Chicken King pecked down, Slayer struck with lightning speed.
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This wasn't a combat technique. This was a Chicken-Catching Technique.
He locked the Golden Chicken King's throat with one hand (to stop it from squawking) and skillfully grabbed the base of its wings with the other.
Crack.
The Golden Chicken King instantly lost its ability to resist, held by Slayer like a broiler chicken ready for the pot.
Next, Slayer looked at a nearby geothermal vent (the Underworld was full of these natural fire sources).
He walked over carrying the chicken.
Three minutes later.
There was no bloody slaughter scene. Slayer's technique was extremely professional (after all, he had cooked for himself at the Mars base for many years).
Plucking feathers, removing organs, skewering it on the Crucible Blade (Lightsaber).
Then, using the high temperature of the lightsaber itself, combined with the sulfur fire from the geothermal vent.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle...
An unprecedented aroma of meat began to permeate the air above Golden Chicken Mountain.
This scent was too domineering. It not only covered the smell of sulfur but even made the ghosts running away over there forget to flee.
"So... so fragrant..."
"What is this smell? Better than the Beggar's Chicken I ate in the mortal world?"
Daoist Singularity sniffed, and drool uncharacteristically flowed down.
"This is a divine chicken raised on spirit worms and dew... the meat quality..."
Slayer flipped the roasted chicken in his hand. Although he lacked cumin and chili powder, he sprinkled a handful of Demon Bone Powder (this stuff actually had a freshness-enhancing effect, tasting similar to black pepper).
The chicken skin was roasted golden and crispy, grease dripping onto the fire, rising in white smoke.
Ding!
Slayer felt the heat was just right.
He tore off a huge chicken leg and took a bite.
Crunch. The sound of crispy skin cracking.
Slurp. The sound of meat juices overflowing.
Slayer's movement paused for a second.
Then, he accelerated his chewing speed.
Delicious.
Chewy, savory, full of energy. With every bite, he could feel the cells in his body cheering.
Slayer finished the chicken leg in a few bites, then threw the remaining half chicken to Wangcai (the one-eyed Corpse Dog) who had been watching eagerly.
Wangcai jumped up excitedly to catch it, wolfing it down.
Singularity finally couldn't hold back and leaned in: "Um... Big Hero, there are so many chickens on this mountain, you can't finish them alone... how about?"
Slayer pointed to the flock of chickens covering the mountain.
The meaning was clear: Want to eat? Catch it yourself.
Singularity immediately took out his whisk (turned into catching net mode) and shouted to the Yin Soldiers behind him:
"Brothers! Don't just stand there! This is a great chance to improve our meals! Golden Chicken Mountain Team Building starts now! Catch chickens!"
The originally terrifying dangerous pass instantly turned into a joyous food festival.
Half an hour later.
The chickens on Golden Chicken Mountain were reduced by half. The remaining ones all hid in the deep forests, shivering, never daring to come out and peck people again.
And on the clearing by the roadside, rows of roasting racks were set up.
Slayer sat on a rock, picking his teeth with a toothpick (demon bone spur), looking satisfied.
Singularity gnawed on a chicken wing while recording on his tablet:
[Project: Golden Chicken Mountain Ecological Management.]
[Result: Effectively controlled species overpopulation, solved the food problem for Underworld civil servants.]
[New Product Development: Underworld Specialty · Sulfur Fire Roasted Chicken (Spicy Sulfur Chicken).]
[Slogan: Crunchy, tastes like chicken.]
"Danger vs Ingredients."
For Slayer at the top of the food chain, there were only two kinds of creatures in the world:
One was demons that must be exterminated.
One was protein that could be eaten.
"Next chapter, The Palace of Lost Souls (Mi Hun Dian). Heard it's easy to get lost there? Heh, wonder if Slayer has navigation installed?"
