Chapter 148 - 92: A Culinary Delight! Consul Edward Henry Hannibal

Chapter 148: Chapter 92: A Culinary Delight! Consul Edward Henry Hannibal

Furthermore, the eyes of these three individuals were pure, solid black.

If Lu Yun had been there, he would have instantly recognized them. They were identical to the Yellow Heaven Corps monster he had encountered on Jade Mushroom Mountain.

But at this moment, these three monsters were more docile than one could imagine.

Even though they were starving, they only stared greedily at the fragrant delicacies on the dining table. They didn’t dare make a single sound, just like tamed animals.

Consul Hannibal shot them a look of disgust, his eyes filled with contempt and disdain.

The very existence of these three *things* felt like a stain upon his own being.

Even among the Outer Celestial Demons, there was a hierarchy. They were divided into two main classes: those at or above the level of a Grandmaster of Huajin, and those below it.

Outer Celestial Demons who possessed Martial Artists below the rank of a Grandmaster of Huajin were considered mere low-level creatures.

Those at the Dark Force level had a distinct appearance: their eyes were pitch-black, with no sclera. One look was enough to know they weren’t human.

As for those at the Ming Jin level, they lacked even basic intelligence. They were nothing but pure predatory monsters, knowing only how to eat and kill from dawn till dusk.

Then there were those at the Grandmaster of Huajin level, like Consul Hannibal himself. He had completely taken over the body of this Huajin Martial Artist—including his memories, his power, his habits, his very being.

Therefore, Consul Hannibal looked identical to the body’s original owner. No one on the street would give him a second glance.

As for Outer Celestial Demons at the level of a Grandmaster of Divine Intent, Consul Hannibal secretly glanced at Count Thorne, who was seated at the head of the table, his eyes filled with reverent awe.

That was an Outer Celestial Demon in its complete form. Not only did it possess a perfect physical body, but it also had Innate Divine Techniques like ’Black Water’ and a terrifying, near-immortal healing ability.

It was the Realm that all Outer Celestial Demons yearned to reach.

Just then, Consul Hannibal retracted his gaze and plastered a fawning smile on his face.

He walked over to the dining table and gave a slight, gentlemanly bow. "Your Lordship, are today’s dishes to your liking?"

Consul Hannibal eagerly awaited the Count’s approval. After all, his favorite pastime was occasionally savoring the flesh of human Martial Artists.

Its texture was firm yet tender—truly an unparalleled delicacy on earth.

Whether served medium-rare or fried to a golden, crispy perfection, the taste was so heavenly it was simply to die for.

Count Thorne glanced at Consul Hannibal, then picked up a snow-white napkin and elegantly dabbed the corner of his mouth.

"Quite a delicacy."

To Outer Celestial Demons like them, all living creatures were merely ingredients on a menu.

It was just that the flesh of human Martial Artists tasted far superior to that of any other creature.

Just as a delighted smile spread across Hannibal’s face, Count Thorne’s tone suddenly shifted.

"However, you must remember not to act recklessly. Those human Martial Artists are prime vessels. Our kind needs more of our brethren to descend upon this world, and then we must find the Overseas Immortal Island."

Hannibal’s smile froze. He quickly bowed. "Yes! Your Lordship is absolutely right!"

Of course, he knew that these Martial Artists were not only delicious food but also the vessels his kind needed to descend upon this world.

That was why they couldn’t be slaughtered indiscriminately. They had to be preserved, waiting to be harvested when the time was right.

"I’m finished. Give it to them."

"Yes!"

Upon hearing Count Thorne’s command, Consul Hannibal quickly gathered the plates laden with the Martial Artist’s flesh, walked to the iron cage, and dumped the contents inside all at once.

The moment the three monsters huddled in the corner caught the scent of blood, they pounced!

They scrambled on the floor, grabbing handfuls of flesh and frantically shoving it into their mouths.

In moments, the amount of food that could have fed seven or eight people was completely devoured by the three monsters.

Consul Hannibal shot them one last look of disgust, then turned, walked back to Count Thorne, and bowed respectfully. "My Lord, Count Thorne, I have prepared your room. Please, follow me."

The moment he finished speaking, the two heavy, carved wooden doors of the dining room slowly swung open on their own.

The corridor beyond was brightly lit, and a figure stood there silently, leaning on a dark purple wooden staff.

He wore a black tunic suit, his hair was a mix of black and white, and his eyes were as placid as an ancient well.

Count Thorne looked at the person who had suddenly appeared, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled into a smile.

He picked up his napkin and elegantly dabbed the corner of his mouth. "Oh, it seems we have a guest. I wasn’t quite finished the last time we met."

Seeing that the newcomer was one of the "Daxia People," Consul Hannibal, who was standing to the side, flew into a rage and immediately yanked open the gate of the iron cage!

"Go!"

Like ravenous wolves catching the scent of blood, the three monsters, who had just eaten their fill, instantly burst from the cage!

Running on all fours, the three of them charged toward the figure at the door with astonishing speed!

Lu Yun stood at the entrance, watching the three monsters careening toward him. When he noticed their pitch-black eyes, devoid of any whites, he froze for a second.

’Those eyes! They’re the same as those Yellow Heaven Corps monsters.’ A fire instantly lit up in Lu Yun’s eyes.

’Modified value, delivered right to my doorstep. Well, I suppose I’ll have to reluctantly accept it.’

The next second, a wisp of earthy-yellow energy flickered across his eyes.

He slowly clenched his left fist, a visible vortex of earthy-yellow energy swirling over his knuckles.

With no fanfare whatsoever, he threw a simple, unremarkable punch through the air.

The three charging monsters froze, a dazed expression simultaneously appearing on their faces.

Their movements came to a dead halt. Deep within their consciousness, an image they could never possibly comprehend began to form.