Ragnar could tolerate any mockery from Stew God, but he couldn't accept Liangzi speaking disrespectfully to his beloved Menzi.
Especially when you think about how what the other person said seems to be true, and how you haven't even been willing to eat more than a few bites of the premium braised pork.
He was even angrier when most of it was used to trade with the Stew God for power.
He suddenly stretched out his hands and plunged them into the scalding hot cauldron, frantically stirring the stew inside.
"I'll teach you to be so foul-mouthed! I'll teach you to blackmail me! Today I'll turn you into a pulp!"
The scalding soup splashed all over him, making him wince in pain.
But he showed no sign of stopping.
The surrounding Orks were terrified and scrambled to hide in the corners.
They watched as their leader Thunder a pot, smashing and hitting it. They looked at each other, too afraid to even breathe.
No one dared to step forward and stop them.
After venting for a good ten minutes, Ragnar finally stopped.
He was panting heavily, covered in greasy soup, and looked utterly disheveled.
The Stew God in the pot remained completely unharmed.
The blurry face was looking at him with a mocking smile.
Ragnar looked at it with a complicated expression.
Anger, resentment, helplessness, and heartache for Zhizhen Menzi...
A mix of emotions.
He knew that the Stew God was right.
If he loses this war, his reputation will definitely suffer.
Compared to his status, prestige, and the entire Dorito, half a pot of premium stew doesn't seem so unacceptable.
But...
That was the culmination of more than two years of his hard work.
Ragnar closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
When he opened his eyes again, his gaze had become incredibly resolute.
"At most one-third," Ragnar said, enunciating each word clearly, leaving no room for negotiation.
"This is my bottom line. If you don't agree, then forget it."
"At worst, we'll all die together. Even if I die, I'll drag those shrimps down with me."
The smile on the face of the Stew God in the pot gradually faded.
It watched Ragnar silently, without saying a word.
The bridge was deathly silent.
Only Ragnar's heavy breathing could be heard.
After a long while, the Stew God finally spoke.
"Okay," it said lazily.
"One-third it is, I guess. I'm just too soft-hearted."
"Hurry up, I can't wait to try your premium braised pork."
After saying that, it opened its huge mouth, and deep in its throat was like a bottomless black hole.
Ragnar remained silent.
He silently turned around and walked deeper into the bridge.
His steps were heavy and slow, each step as if he were enduring immense pain.
He walked through a narrow passage and arrived at a secret room on the Anna that only he knew about.
The secret room was very small, only a few square meters in size.
In the center of the room, there was a small copper pot that was only one meter wide.
A faint fire burned beneath the copper pot.
The pot was filled to the brim with golden-yellow stew.
Unlike ordinary brown braised meat, this premium braised meat has an enticing amber color.
Its surface gleams with a faint golden light.
A rich aroma wafted from the pot, refreshing and delightful.
Just one sniff is enough to make you feel full of energy.
This is one of the most treasured possessions of the Ragnar Collection.
Ragnar walked to the copper pot, reached out, and gently stroked the warm rim of the pot.
His eyes were filled with reluctance and longing.
"Old friend, I'm sorry," he said softly.
"I had no choice but to do this in order to win."
After saying that, he took a deep breath and carefully lifted the lid of the pot.
In an instant, a burst of golden light erupted from the pot.
The entire secret room was dyed golden yellow.
An indescribable, captivating fragrance swept out like a tsunami.
The aroma wafted along the passageway all the way to the bridge.
All the Orks soldiers on the bridge froze in place the moment they smelled the fragrance, as if they had been frozen in place.
Their eyes were wide open, their mouths were agape, and saliva was uncontrollably drooling from the corners of their mouths.
"By the Emperor, what is this smell...?"
"It smells so good, so good..."
"I feel like I could eat a whole cow, no, ten cows!"
After smelling the aroma, the boys started talking nonsense.
A Goffs man, still holding a bowl of ordinary braised meat, took a deep breath of the aroma and then took a big bite of the braised meat in his hand.
What he usually found incredibly delicious, now tasted like chewing wax in his mouth.
He threw the bowl on the ground, staring intently in the direction from which the aroma was coming.
All the Orks, as if they had lost their souls, headed towards the secret chamber.
"Stop right there!"
Ragnar's roar echoed from the passageway.
He emerged from the secret room, carrying the small copper pot.
His face wore an almost sacred expression.
The copper pot in his arms continued to radiate golden light and fragrance.
Hearing Ragnar's roar, the Orks finally came to their senses.
They stared at the copper pot in Ragnar's arms, their eyes filled with greed and longing.
But no one dared to step forward.
They all knew that this pot of stew was the boss's lifeline.
Anyone who dares to mess with it will surely suffer a terrible fate.
Ragnar, carrying the bronze cauldron, walked step by step to the throne of the cauldron.
He looked at the face in the pot, waiting to be fed, a resolute glint in his eyes.
He picked up a huge ladle and shakily scooped out a third of the exquisite stew from the copper pot.
The golden-yellow jelly trembled slightly in the spoon, radiating an enticing glow.
Some boys tried to get a glimpse of what the legendary mung bean looked like, but were sternly rebuked by Ragnar.
He wouldn't allow anyone else to see his most beloved braised meat being defiled by another pot of braised meat.
Finally, Ragnar closed his eyes and poured the exquisite jelly from the spoon into that large mouth that only he could see.
"Drink it."
Glug, glug~
Stew God swallowed one-third of the Supreme Menzi in one gulp.
Then, it let out a satisfied burp.
An indescribable, powerful energy emanated from the Great Cauldron Throne.
Ragnar could clearly feel a warm current rising from under his buttocks and instantly flowing throughout his entire body.
His previously exhausted body was instantly filled with strength.
My head is no longer spinning.
The anger and anxiety in my heart vanished without a trace.
Instead, there was unparalleled confidence and composure.
He knew that the Stew God had fulfilled his promise.
He's destined to win this war.
Ragnar slowly opened his eyes.
His small eyes shone with an unprecedented light.
He looked up at the human warships still firing on the main screen and grinned a sinister smile.
"Guys, the game is over."