McGonagall's steps stopped instantly, and she said with a shocked expression: "System, you are not talking about trying to slice and study the old dominators, right?" ”

"The knowledge left by our ancestors tells us that any organism has the potential to be used as food, and the essence is the same when cutting through the complicated fog on the surface of things, and it is not a question whether the old rulers can eat it, but whether it is steamed or braised will be more delicious." The system replied calmly.

McGonagall opened her mouth, but for a moment she couldn't find a rebuttal.

"Therefore, the host only needs to obtain a 500g meat and hand it in as the research object of this system." The system continued.

"Wait." McGonagall frowned, suddenly realized that something was not quite right, rolled her eyes and said, "That's the Old Dominator, the undead being that was sealed before the endless years, the existence with terrifying abilities, you now let me cut a piece of his flesh for you to slice and study?" That's an over-the-top task, isn't it? I'm a chef! complained a few more words on Weibo, what happened to the bad food of other people? They didn't curse me to go and catch the old rulers for research, did they? ”

The "......" system was silent for a while, and said, "After the appearance of the Doomsday Dominator, the food chain of this world has indeed exceeded the upper limit of punishment set at the beginning, which is the so-called superclass. ”

"Then I refuse the task." McGonagall said without thinking.

If the Doomsday Ruler was so easy to cut, the people of the year would not have to go to great lengths to seal it here, wouldn't it be fragrant to take home a pound of meat for one person?

Judging from the words of the system, the one who threw him into this world in the first place probably did not seriously study this world, which is beyond the auxiliary scope of the system, and he does not believe that a food system without discipline can deal with the doomsday ruler.

Not everyone can bloom both.

"Mission Success: The Host Will Obtain a Comprehensive Test Report for the New Species, Including Race Analysis, Various Patience Studies, Vulnerability Analysis, ......" The seductive voice of the system sounded again.

"Inspection report?" McGonagall frowned, tangled.

I have to say, this quest reward is indeed very tempting.

Most of the fear of the old rulers stems from the fear of the unknown, otherwise there is nothing scary about the tentacle monsters, and there are perverts who have a habit in this area.

If the system can provide a comprehensive test report and tear away the mystery of the old Dominators, they may really be able to find a way to deal with the Dominators of Doom.

He didn't want to pin his hopes on gods who didn't know if they existed, and the feeling of having his fate in his own hands was the most wonderful.

"What about mission failure?"

"Mission failed: I believe the host won't have to be punished then."

="= Convex

McGonagall chose to claim the quest.

Of course, whether he received it or not, the mission was there, and the countdown began.

Disturbed by the system, the terrifying atmosphere created by the weird bonfire party was simply lost, and when she thought that the crazy beliefs of this group of guys might become the next breeding object of the system, McGonagall suddenly felt that the so-called horror had become boring.

But now that the party has been contracted, McGonagall naturally still wants to go and see it.

He crossed the woods, knocked out a demon who looked like a windbreaker with a punch, and stood on the branch of a large tree about a hundred meters away from the campfire.

A huge bonfire burned on the flat ground not far away, and hundreds of demons, humans, orcs, etc., naked and dancing around the bonfire in a twisted and strange dance.

The light of the fire shone on their smiling faces, a strange glow in those eyes.

Directly in front of the campfire, a two-meter-tall, slender man as thin as a bamboo pole wielded a black scepter, and a demonic whisper came out of his mouth.

They seemed to be performing some kind of sacrificial ritual, and the bamboo-like man was supposed to be the sacrificial ritual, only he was still wearing a tattered black robe.

Animal carcasses were scattered around the campfire, and their heads were directed in the direction of the campfire.

McGonagall frowned at this strange and lewd scene, if she was not very mentally strong, she was afraid that she would be stunned on the spot.

But his gaze was soon met by the three bound children in front of the thin bamboo pole-like priest, three children under ten years old, two girls, and a boy, bound together by a rope back to back, screaming in horror, mixed with chanting and whispering.

The chanting came to an abrupt end, and the priest walked up to the three children, his scepter held high above his head, as if ready to be smashed.

Everyone present smiled and gathered around the three children, their eyes flashing red, as if they were looking at the food that had already been served.

"With our blood sacrifice, help the gods get out of trouble!" The priest shouted loudly.

"Kill!"

Out of nowhere, the fellows pulled out daggers and sharp twigs and stabbed them into their hearts.

And the priest also smashed the scepter in his hand towards the three children with a frenzied face.

"These bastards!" McGonagall's face changed slightly, and the long sword in his hand was thrown out by him, turning into a long rainbow and heading straight for the priest.

"Why are they all dead?" About three minutes later, Irina appeared, looked at the somewhat tragic scene, and asked a little puzzled.

"To stop them from committing suicide, I killed them." McGonagall shrugged, then pointed to the three unconscious children lying on the grass next to her, looked at Irina, and said, "Can you have their amnestics?" ”

"Okay." Irina walked up to the three children, muttered a mantra in her mouth, and with a wave of her hand, three golden streamers sank into their eyebrows.

After a while, Crassus and Julian also returned.

"The guys who have been bewitched by the devil are all the same disgusting." Crassus raised his hand and set the corpses to ashes.

"They must be performing some kind of sacrificial ritual, and I heard them say that they want to help the gods get out of trouble." McGonagall frowned.

"Yes, and this kind of action should continue for some days, the demonic aura in the core area is getting stronger, and that guy may be ready to get out of trouble." Julian also said with a solemn face.

"Let's go, let's go and see." Irina waved her hand and set up an enchantment near the three children, and walked towards the Sealed Lands first.

"There's nothing that one fireball can't solve, and if there is, then ten more." Crassus smiled confidently.

"Frost may not be able to stop the leakage of demonic energy, but it can freeze everything that is alive." Julian also said calmly.

McGonagall was surprised by the confidence of the two bigwigs, and she also kept up with the footsteps, hesitated for a while, and then whispered, "What's that...... Can I cut a little bit of that guy's meat back in a moment? ”

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