Gourmet of Another World

In the records of the Western Church, Twelve-Winged Seraphs were the strongest beings under God, and they represented God to maintain the justice of the world. As the heads of all angels, each of the four Twelve-Winged Seraphs possessed mighty power.

Hagens’ eyes ablaze as soon as he saw the Twelve-Winged Seraph in the sky. “Lord Michael!” He bowed deeply, pressing the book in his hand on his forehead with a feverish and respectful look on his face.

In the clouds, Michael, the angel with his twelve wings unfolded, was glowing with brilliant golden light. He was a God, the protector to God above him.

The banquet, or rather the trap was more than Hagens alone could conjure. Even God feared the Immortals of Hua, and the major part of the plan to capture Bu Fang and seize the two Holy Artifacts was given to Hagens by him.

The other two Holy Artifacts had already fallen to God’s hand. As long as they acquired the Holy Artifacts possessed by this Bu Fang, they would have all four Holy Artifacts of the Ancestral Planet, and then all secrets would be uncovered.

Michael was very handsome, almost otherworldly, and his whole body was glowing, which made him look like a transcendent being.

Down below, the burning sword was pointing at Bu Fang. It was the angel’s weapon called the Sword of Justice. Bestowed to him by God, it was a powerful sword that could destroy all illusions in the world.

Looking coldly at Bu Fang, Michael lifted his finger and said, “Go.” At his voice, the sword sped toward Bu Fang, whizzing and cutting the air into pieces. The angel was confident that he could suppress this Hua Immortal. After all, he was a Seraph, the strongest and the sharpest weapon of God, and his strength was comparable to that of a Hua Immortal Emperor.

The sword approached, whizzing, ablaze with golden flames emanating a holy aura. It made Nethery furrow her brows in disgust. The Empyrean Fairy’s face was cold and grim as she produced a small cup with thunderbolts slithering inside. The sword made her feel threatened.

“A Twelve-Winged Seraph?” Bu Fang narrowed his eyes. Looking at the white wings behind the angel, he could not help but wonder how they would taste if roasted. But then he quickly threw the idea out of his head. He was not interested in angel wings and had no appetite for them. If he wanted to eat wings, he could always go to Garuda.

With a shake of his hand, the Qilin Transmigration Ladle appeared in his palm and began to spin. The God of Cooking Set’s Artifact Spirit, the Qilin, was not asleep, so Bu Fang could use it anytime. Fixing his eyes on the approaching sword, he took a deep breath, then lifted the ladle and swung it out as if he was hitting a baseball with a bat.

Without any fancy move, the ladle collided with the sword, producing a deafening boom.

In the sky, the perfect smile on Michael’s face froze. He was shocked to find that the ladle had broken his sword! After the collision, the supreme sword that could cut down all sins in the world cracked into two halves!

“This…” He took a deep breath. Suddenly, his pupils constricted as he saw Bu Fang walk step by step toward Hagens. The Cardinal was God’s spokesperson on Earth, and he could not be killed by Bu Fang. Otherwise, it would be a slap in God’s face!

So, Michael shook his wings, turned into a beam of white light, and appeared in front of Bu Fang in an instant to stop him. “Stop it!” he cried out in a cold voice.

However, he was answered by a fist, which was surrounded by the energy of Yin and Yang that looked like the purest energy in the world. He snorted and raised his hands before him. The vambraces on his forearms could block the punch for him.

A loud thud rang out, and Michael found that he was wrong. In just the blink of an eye, his vambraces burst apart, and he felt a terrible force wash over him. His wings folded as he was knocked flying back and thrown to the ground, shattering the floor.

Bu Fang glanced indifferently at Michael. As an existence who had killed Soul Thirteen, a Heavengod, his punch was not what the Twelve-Winged Seraph could block. The angel was only as strong as a God Emperor.

A clear sound of footsteps echoed in the broken temple. Soon, Bu Fang came before Hagens. He grabbed the Cardinal by the neck and slowly lifted him off the ground.

“You know what? I hate it when people plot against me. Do you know what happened to those who did that to me?” Bu Fang looked expressionlessly at the old man.

Hagens’ face turned red. He struggled and tried to wrench Bu Fang’s fingers away from his neck, but he failed.

Earth’s restriction on Bu Fang was getting weaker. He even felt that his strength had fully recovered, especially after the two Artifact Spirits had returned. He thought that his current strength was not weaker than when he was in the Chaotic Universe, and if he succeeded in subduing the last two Artifact Spirits, he would be even stronger.

Besides, he had a feeling that there was a surprise waiting for him once all four Artifact Spirits returned to him. His current strength was not as strong as a Heavengod, but he could fend for himself if he were to fight a Heavengod now. Therefore, Hagens could never struggle free of his grip.

In the distance, Michael got on his feet. Flames burned ragingly around him, turning into a fire sword. He grabbed it with both hands and slashed it down toward Bu Fang with all his might. “You are a man full of sin! Die now!”

As the sword slashed down, the whole castle seemed to split in half and the ground kept crumbling. However, just as it was about to strike Bu Fang, he clutched the ladle and thrust it out once again. With a rumble, the small ladle collided with the huge fire sword. Sparks flew in all directions, and flames engulfed Bu Fang in a flash.

Michael straightened his back, his wings flapping slowly behind him. Suddenly, his pupils constricted.

A miserable shriek rang out. Bu Fang stood where he was, unscathed, while Hagens was ablaze, struggling on the ground and howling painfully. Before too long, he was burnt to coke and lost all signs of life.

That darkened the Seraph’s face. ‘Doesn’t this make me the one who killed Hagens? Dammit!’ He flew into a rage. Suddenly, he was enveloped by flames that could burn all sins and filth in the world, turning into a burning man. His wings flapped, and he sped across the air, closing in on Bu Fang in a flash.

The Empyrean Fairy’s face flickered, and she hurriedly threw out the small cup in her hand. Lightning bolts shot out of it and struck the Twelve-Winged Angel, but they could not hurt him at all.

As Michael approached, the temperature around them skyrocketed. The hem of the Vermilion Rope fluttered as Bu Fang threw out a punch. The energy of Yin and Yang swirled around the Taotie Arm, and his fist collided with Michael’s.

A deafening rumble rang out, while flames spread and soared into the sky.

In the distance, the experts of the Western Church and the lesser Gods were all paying close attention to the battle. Among them, Brahma was shivering with fear. ‘That fellow is… too fearsome! An Immortal Emperor! I can’t believe he’s actually an Immortal Emperor!’

At the center of the collision, flames turned into a tornado and rose into the sky before fading away completely, revealing the broken ground. The ground was covered with cracked stones, and Michael lay with a blank face among them. His wings, all twelve of them, had been ripped away from his back by Bu Fang, and blood was gushing out from those wounds.

In the distance, as swords flashed across the sky, four figures plunged to the ground and let out miserable howls. Zeus’s scepter had broken, and one of his arms was missing. He was a little terrified. They were both Immortal Emperors, but why was Sect Leader Tongtian so strong?

Cain had a hole in his chest. Although it was healing, sword energy swirled around the wound, slowing down the process. The Pope was covered with bloody cuts from top to bottom and looked wretched, while half of Anubis’s face was sliced away.

They all looked up at the Daoist who sat cross-legged in midair with fear. The Daoist did not move, and with just a sword array, he had had them at their wit’s end. No matter how they tried, they just could not break the array.

Tongtian curled his lips in disdain. Then, with a thought in his mind, the sword array began to rotate again. This was the top slaughtering array in the Primitive Universe, and these foreign Gods knew nothing about its mighty power. It would take a while for even a Saint to break it, not to mention these Gods, who were merely as strong as Immortal Emperors.

With a faint smile and a sharp look in his eyes, he put his index and middle fingers together. “Lesser Gods like you are not qualified to bully the Immortals of Hua!”

The air was filled with a whizzing sound as swords slashed down from the sky. For a moment, the world fell silent and grew dim. Then, with a rumble, the Immortal Slaying Sword, the Immortal Exterminating Sword, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword, and the Immortal Entrapping Sword descended from above!

Zeus’s pupils constricted, and he swung his scepter. However, a sword came slashing down at him. Terrible sword energy exploded, and suddenly, his body was nailed on the ground by the sword. His painful howl echoed through the skies.

Another sword sped across a great distance. Anubis was already frightened. Holding his axe, he was pierced in the waist by the sword and nailed on the ground.

Cain dared not to stay any longer after witnessing their sad ends. With a crazy look on his face, he turned to flee. However, a green sword flew past him. The Immortal Exterminating Sword had wiped out his hope of escaping. Although he had transformed into a cloud of bats, the sword forced him back to his human form and pinned him on the ground.

The Pope was coughing, and with each cough, he spat out golden blood. Suddenly, he drew a small cross dagger from his waist and thrust it at the Immortal Slaughtering Sword. With a crisp ting, half of his body was blown apart. However, the sword was knocked flying away as well. Taking the opportunity, the Pope flew into the sky to flee.

The Sect Leader was surprised. The Immortal Slaughtering Array was very powerful, so he did not expect the Pope to be able to escape it. “There’s something strange about that little dagger…”

The Pope had turned into a stream of light and soared into the sky, and he was about to flee when he suddenly froze in midair. A fist had hit him in the face, and then a mighty force knocked him back to the ground.

It was Bu Fang who punched the Pope, and he was holding Michael’s twelve wings in one hand.

Tongtian raised his head. Looking at Bu Fang, who stood in midair and sent the Pope back to the ground with a punch, he chuckled. “This evil man is quite… interesting.” The next moment, he pointed out a finger. At the gesture, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword pierced the Pope and nailed him on the ground.

At this moment, the four Immortal-Emperor-level Gods were all suppressed by the Sect Leader. With just an array, he had suppressed them.

The people of the Western Church were horrified. They had always been successful in whatever they did, but this time… Cardinal Hagens was dead, the Pope was captured, and Michael the angel had all his wings torn off by someone. This, to the Western Church, was a nightmare!

Bu Fang stood in midair and nodded at Tongtian. He did like the Sect Leader’s overprotective character. After that, he slowly turned around and looked at the sky.

“Hmm… Why hasn’t the so-called God of the Western Church shown up, now that the situation had become like this?” Bu Fang said mildly, frowning. He still could not sense the aura of the God of Cooking Sets. Since he could not sense them, he would make them reveal their aura by themselves.

Suddenly, his spirit sea began to boil, and his eyes also burst into a golden light. “The God of Cooking’s Eye!” He cried out, then looked up at the sky.

Behind him, a Vermilion Bird who seemed to rise from a chaotic sea of fire gave a sonorous cry. A white tiger walked out of the starry sky, shaking the skies with his howl. Then, a Qilin shrouded in auspicious clouds emerged in midair.

In the blink of an eye, three huge monsters appeared behind Bu Fang, shocking everyone. Even Tongtian, strong as he was, had his pupils constricted slightly.

“This… This is…” the Sect Leader muttered.

A rumbling sound filled the air as the sky collapsed, and a dragon cry and a turtle roar could be heard coming from the distance.

Bu Fang looked up at the sky, where a huge whirlpool emerged, twisting and sucking in all the spiritual energy in the world.

Then, a being shrouded in white light poked out from the twisting whirlpool. It was extremely huge and was looking down at the people like some supreme being. The white figure had the Black Turtle Constellation Work hovering over its head, and it was holding the Dragon Bone Kitchen Knife in one hand.

A terrible aura turned into streams and kept falling from the sky, causing the void to shake violently.

The Queen Mother of the West sucked in a cold breath, while the Sect Leader’s eyes grew sharp.

“A Saint of the Great Path?!”

Bu Fang also narrowed his eyes slightly and cried out, “A Heavengod?!”