Mag's forward steps stopped instantly, and he said with a shocked look on his face: "System, are you talking about wanting to slice up the Old Ones for study?"
"The knowledge left by our ancestors tells us that any organic creature has the potential to be used as food. Cutting through the complicated fog on the surface of things, the essence is the same. Whether the old rulers can eat it is not a problem. The problem is steaming Braised in braised pork, it would be more delicious." The system replied calmly.
Mag opened his mouth, but for a moment he couldn't find any words to refute.
"So, the host only needs to obtain a 500g piece of meat and hand it over as the research object of this system." The system continued.
"Wait a minute." Mag frowned and suddenly realized something was wrong. He rolled his eyes and said, "That's the Old One, an immortal being who was sealed countless years ago, an existence with terrifying abilities. Now you want me to Going to cut a piece of his meat for you to slice and study? Isn’t this a super task? I’m just a chef! I complained a few more times on Weibo about other people’s food not being delicious? They didn’t curse me to catch him. Are the Old Ones engaged in research?"
"Um..." The system was silent for a while and said: "After the emergence of the Doomsday Dominator, the food chain of this world did exceed the upper limit of punishment set at the beginning, which is the so-called super-class."
"Then I refuse this mission." Mag said without hesitation.
If the Doomsday Dominator was so easy to cut, people back then wouldn't have had to go to great lengths to seal it here. Wouldn't it be delicious if each person divided a pound of meat and took it home and braised it?
It can be judged from the words of the system that the person who threw him into this world in the first place may not have studied this world seriously. This is beyond the scope of the system's assistance. He does not believe that an unscrupulous food system can defeat the doomsday ruler. .
Not everyone can have both.
"Mission successful: The host will receive a comprehensive inspection report on the new species, including race analysis, various resistance studies, vulnerability analysis..." The system's very seductive voice sounded again.
"Inspection report?" Mag frowned and fell into a tangle.
I have to say that the rewards for this mission are indeed very tempting.
Most of the fear of the Old Ones stems from the fear of the unknown. Otherwise, what's so scary about tentacle monsters? There are some perverts with this hobby.
If the system can provide a comprehensive detection report and tear off the mysterious cloak of the old rulers, it might really be able to find a way for them to deal with the doomsday rulers.
He didn't want to place his hopes on those gods who didn't know whether they existed. The most wonderful feeling was that his destiny was in his own hands.
"What if the mission failed?"
"Mission failed: I believe that the host will not have to receive punishment at that time."
＝“＝convex
Mag chose to accept the mission.
Of course, whether he takes it or not, the mission is there and the countdown has started.
Being disturbed by the system, the terrifying atmosphere created by the weird bonfire party was completely lost. When he thought about the crazy beliefs of these guys, they might become the next breeding target of the system, Mag suddenly felt that the so-called terror became Dull.
But since this party has been contracted, Mag naturally wants to go and have a look.
He crossed the woods, knocked out a demon who looked like a watcher with one punch, and stood on the branch of a big tree about a hundred meters away from the bonfire.
A huge bonfire was burning on the ground not far away. Hundreds of demons, humans, orcs, etc. were naked and dancing a twisted and weird dance around the bonfire.
The uncertain firelight illuminated their wildly grinning faces, reflecting a strange light in their eyes.
And right in front of the bonfire, a man with disheveled hair, two meters tall and as slender as a bamboo pole, waved a black scepter, and the devilish whisper came from his mouth.
They seemed to be conducting some kind of sacrificial ceremony, and the bamboo-pole-like man should be the sacrificial priest, only he was still wearing a tattered black robe.
Animal carcasses were scattered on the ground in a circle around the bonfire, with their heads facing in the direction of the bonfire.
Mag frowned as he looked at this weird and lewd scene. If he was not mentally strong enough, he would probably be stunned on the spot.
However, his eyes were quickly drawn to the three tied up children in front of the thin bamboo-like priest. They were three children under ten years old, two girls and one boy, tied back to back with a rope. Together, they screamed in terror, which seemed even more terrifying when mixed with chants and whispers.
The chanting stopped abruptly, and the priest walked up to the three children, holding the staff high above his head, as if he was ready to smash it down.
Everyone present gathered around the three children with grins, their eyes flashing red, as if they were looking at the food that was already on the table.
"Use our blood sacrifice to help the gods get out of trouble!" the priest shouted loudly.
"kill!"
Those guys took out daggers and sharp branches from nowhere and stabbed themselves in the heart.
And the priest also looked crazy and smashed his scepter towards the three children.
"These bastards!" Mag's expression changed slightly, and he threw out the long sword in his hand, turning into a rainbow and heading straight for the priest.
"Why are they all dead?" About three minutes later, Irina appeared, looking at the tragic scene, and asked a little doubtfully.
"In order to prevent them from committing suicide, I killed them." Mag shrugged, then pointed at the three unconscious children lying on the grass nearby, looked at Irina and said, "Can their memories be erased? ?”
"Okay." Irina walked towards the three children, silently reciting a spell, and with a wave of her hand, three golden streams of light sank into their eyebrows.
After a while, Crassus and Julian also came back.
"The guys who were bewitched by the devil are all equally disgusting." Crassus raised his hand and burned the corpses to ashes.
"They should be performing some kind of sacrificial ceremony. I heard them saying that they wanted to help the gods get out of trouble." Mag frowned.
"Yes, and this operation should have been going on for a few days. The demonic energy in the core area is becoming stronger. That guy may be ready to escape." Julian also said with a solemn expression.
"Let's go, let's go and see and we'll find out." Irina waved her hand to set up a barrier near the three children, and walked towards the sealed land first.
"There is nothing that one fireball cannot solve. If there is, then ten more." Crassus smiled confidently.
"Frost may not be able to prevent the leakage of magic energy, but it can freeze everything alive." Julian said equally calmly.
Mag was surprised by the confidence of the two big guys, and he followed suit. After hesitating for a while, he still whispered: "Then what... can I cut some of that guy's meat back later?"
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