"Jaime, are you alright?" Panda shouted from outside the door, "It's just a change of clothes, how long are you going to change!"

A pleasant voice came from inside the room: "It's good, it's good." ”

It was said "That's fine", but it wasn't like that at all, and Panda waited for about ten minutes before seeing Jaime come out.

When he saw James, the panda was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but smile: "You look so handsome now!

Jaime also smiled: "Today is a good day for me, I must dress up handsome enough to live up to this good fortune." ”

I saw that he was wearing a well-fitting aristocratic dress, wearing a ceremonial sword that was completely just decoration, and his blonde hair was neatly combed, and he obviously used hair oil, which looked shiny.

His face has also returned to its former appearance, and the ugly "Harry Instructor" who appeared in Tara Khan in recent years is a thing of the past, and unless it is unlucky enough to "coincide", it is believed that Jaime will never let this person reappear.

Now in front of the panda is James Edward, who is high-spirited but more mature and stable than back then.

"Let's go?"

"Of course!"

The panda smiled, took out a fixed-point teleportation scroll and handed it to Edward, watching him turn into a ray of light and disappear, and then he went back to the city and returned to the castle hall by himself.

From the hall to the basement, with the help of the portal, he directly entered the mad god world.

The atmosphere in the world of Mad God is now a bit tense, and the residents of New Raccoon Town have taken refuge in a specially reinforced underground bunker, which is so strong that there is enough food and water for the entire population of Raccoon Town to eat and drink for at least three months. The thick layer of stone and dirt above the bunker minimizes the power of the explosion – even if the intended explosion site will be far away from them, it's always a good idea to be a little more prepared.

About ten kilometers away from New Raccoon Town, a huge sacrificial circle was arranged. Alfien had been praying here for three days without sleep, offering dozens of offerings of considerable size. These offerings range from large monsters with abundant vitality to intelligent creatures, and of course, dangerous monsters known as "Demon Kings".

In order to make up for these sacrifices, the traversers have really made some money. There are no unpolluted magical beasts in this world, and the traversers can only go to the Western Continent World to catch them. And intelligent creatures, that is, humans or something, are similar, and they are a little easier to catch than Warcraft, after all, bandits are much more common than Warcraft in this world.

However, in order to ensure the quality of the sacrifices, the traversers did not just catch a few bandits. They specially found a few evil magicians and nobles, captured them silently, and sent them to the mad god world as sacrifices.

Those nobles are fine, a few magicians really deserve to be professionals, and as soon as they arrived in the mad god world, they immediately felt that something was wrong. When he saw the sacrificial array, his face turned green, crying and begging for mercy, and even said that he could cut himself into pieces, as long as he was not a sacrifice, he could say anything.

Their idea is very common sense - no matter how you die, you still have a soul after death. Heaven or hell, at least there is hope. But if it is sacrificed, the soul will also become a consumable, and even if it is not consumed by luck, it will become an appetizer for the bigwigs who are invited by the sacrifice.

It's so much more terrifying than death, isn't it?

However, the retribution of "not cultivating good fruits on weekdays, only loving to kill people and set fires" has now come, and no matter how much they beg for mercy and struggle, it cannot change their fate of becoming sacrifices. This time, even the pandas, who had always believed that "people can be saved, as long as they are willing to be truly good, they might as well give him another chance", shook their heads and did not speak, and sat back and watched them being tied to the altar, cut into pieces like the goods of a butcher's shop, and then turned into part of the altar through rituals.

After repeated sacrifices, the altar, which was originally only made of white stone, had now turned scarlet, and the hand did not have the cold and hard texture of the stone when touched on it, but was soft and a little warm, as if touching the body of a living person. If you look closely, you can even feel something beating faintly inside the altar, as if it were a regular pulse.

"Every time I see this, I feel like I'm panicking!" Panda didn't get close to the altar before stopping in the distance, "Alfien, are you sure your 'folklorist' profession is really fine?"

"Folklore scholars are offering sacrifices to evil gods, and to be honest, there are more evil gods than demons. ”

"Then why are you still doing this?

"I'll close the mountain after this wave. Alfiin smiled and said, "Well, really, I'll retire after this work, and I won't do any more evil god sacrifices in the future." To be honest, I find this very problematic myself...... Needless to say, I'm actually quite scared myself. ”

At this time, more than three speeches appeared in the chat channel.

[Chef preparing to do big things: Alfien, what's the situation over there?

[Wash your hands tomorrow: Not yet, I'm waiting for your signal.] You say it's okay, and I'll do it. 】

[Chef who is ready to do big things: Then let's start, we'll push the seal when it's about the same.] 】

[Wash your hands tomorrow: OK, look at me! This time I will definitely get a beautiful big firework to draw a perfect end to my career as a folklorist!]

She brought the last of the sacrifices to the altar—all specially crafted villains, not to mention their appearances, but the kind that made people feel uncomfortable to look at—and then straightened the human skin robe on her body, raised the bone staff, and began to pray.

Panda and several clerics formed a circle around the altar from a distance, and in case something went wrong with the sacrifice, they were responsible for activating skills such as divine punishment as soon as possible, blasting the erroneously summoned guy on the altar to the slag, and then cleaning the altar as soon as possible so that it could be re-summoned.

Far away from the altar, in a specially constructed protective circle, Jaime reads alone, with a medium-sized dining table in front of him, with a mountain of lit candles, flowers, and wine. He unhurriedly tied the snow-white silk scarf around his neck, poured himself a glass, and took the wine glass, looking happily at the portal in the sky.

It won't be long before the evil god is summoned, the huge magic array sealed with the tyrant Richard will be pushed over, and there will be fierce close contact with the evil god.

When the time comes, it will surely shine beautifully.

He was ready to sit in this grand table and admire the tyrant's end as an appetizer.

"Ah, this is the sweet revenge I've been waiting for for a long time!"