The Demon’s Menu

Chapter 709: As long as it’s edible, no matter how powerful, it’s just a dish in my eyes!

Chapter 709: Chapter 80: As long as it’s edible, no matter how powerful, it’s just a dish in my eyes!

Food was about to be served on the table, and Jason’s heart was filled with excitement.

He truly hadn’t expected to lose a dinner here, only to have another ‘dinner’ replenished.

He looked up at the colossal cross, a hundred meters tall, its color shifting from a blinding white to crimson.

The next moment—

Hum!

In the midst of a distinctive sound, a black dot appeared in the center where the vertical and horizontal lines of the cross intersected.

...

The dot rapidly expanded, and in an instant, it turned into a circular hole.

The hand was enormous, but disproportionately so.

Most importantly, the hand appeared to be made entirely of steel.

Creak!

The strange, gigantic hand clenched slightly at the edge of the cross.

Immediately, amidst a grating noise, the black hole devoured the cross in a flash, forming a dark passage.

A figure, even taller than the cross, flickered in and out of visibility within the dark portal.

The figure’s body and arms were grotesquely distorted in the passage, looking both strange and chilling to the core.

As the figure drew closer, becoming gradually more visible, the sense of fear within John, Delbon, and Bolun, who stood directly beneath the portal, surged.

John and his two companions groaned, their bodies shaking more violently.

Delbon, who was already lying there, was now unable to lift his head.

Bolun bit his teeth, trying to remain unaffected.

Yet the oppressive feeling on his soul was gradually eroding him.

The sensation of erosion was very distinct.

Although he did not know what it would be like to ‘submit,’ Bolun’s pride wouldn’t allow himself to do so.

"Weave of Fate, defy destiny!”

"Mark of the Wolf, never compromise!”

Bolun roared lowly, biting the tip of his tongue.

Blood immediately filled his mouth.

Whoosh!

It seemed as though the sound of the north wind was in his ears.

It appeared as though snow and wind were in front of his eyes.

A figure seemed to emerge from the North, riding a horse, hair white, face etched by the elements.

He passed by Bolun.

A smile formed on his weather-beaten face.

It seemed one of satisfaction, one of admiration.

He did not pause but continued forward, waving at Bolun and glancing at John and his two steadfast companions.

The horse’s hooves trotted lightly.

He vanished.

Gone as well were the shudders from the soul.

Yet at the same time, something peculiar started to manifest.

It appeared subtly and without a trace.

There was only change.

Huff, huff!

Bolun breathed heavily, shaking his head as he looked towards John and his two friends.

They were also looking back at Bolun.

Not an illusion?

It was real!

After confirming with their eyes, the four of them didn’t speak further, but armed themselves and walked towards the black portal with their heads held high.

"Hey? Hey?”

"I’m still here.”

"Wait for me!”

Delbon shouted loudly, but Bolun, along with John and his two friends, did not stop.

It wasn’t a matter of wanting to stop.

It was a matter of not being able to stop.

In front of the black passage, helicopters whirled—

"Master Chief!”

"Five minutes!”

"It can only stay open for five minutes!”

Cortana’s voice came through the loudspeaker.

Five minutes?

Did perseverance for five minutes mean victory?

Bolun and John and his two friends thought.

Jason, however, was taken aback.

Only five minutes?

Jason, who had been waiting calmly, furrowed his brow slightly.

Although he hadn’t seen the true face of the ‘dinner’ yet, five minutes seemed hardly enough to finish such an immense feast.

"It appears my eating speed is indeed too slow,” Jason couldn’t help but think.

If his mouth could open a hundred meters wide, he wouldn’t have such troubles.

He wondered whether a ‘Talent’ like that would ever materialize.

Swish, swish, swish!

Boom, boom, boom!

As Jason pondered, the helicopters circling around fired missiles.

Sparks accompanied by roaring bloomed in the night sky.

They didn’t vanish like fireworks.

On the contrary, in the explosion, they revealed their true form—

Crackle, crackle.

Slim, continuous bolts of lightning began to appear in the explosion; they linked and intertwined, rapidly forming a net of lightning, enclosing the black passage within.

Growl!

In an unrecognizable low growl, the gargantuan, odd hand that was already emerging, withdrew.

It seemed to be…

Pain?

"What’s that lightning?” McCaul frowned and asked.

"Something like a trump card?”

"I haven’t seen it before.”

Brian, deep in thought about his career, shook his head.

John looked towards Jason.

Jason also shook his head.

About ‘ground’ trump cards or secrets, he knew no more than the three.

"They seemed to have been prepared in advance,” Bolun remarked on another point.

"This is ‘routine’!” Brian said softly.

McCaul and John nodded in agreement.

Then, the four turned their heads.

Delbon was crawling on the ground, inching toward them with his core strength.

He looked like a caterpillar.

Grotesque at times, prompting a faint smile.

"I, Delbon, am chasing you,” Delbon forced out the words, turning his head to the side.

McCaul stepped forward to help Delbon, but he was refused.

"I want to stand by your side with my own strength,” Delbon said firmly as he crawled on the ground, face dirty and bloody, but spoke with determination.

Telly had given him encouragement.