McGonagall's footsteps stopped for a moment, and his face was shocked: "System, aren't you saying that you want to slice the old dominator and study it?"

"The knowledge left by the ancestors tells us that any organism that exists organically has the potential to be used as food. It is essentially the same to dissect the complicated fog on the surface of things. Whether the old rulers can eat is not a problem. The problem is steaming. Still braised will be more delicious. "The system replied calmly.

McGonagall opened his mouth, but for a while he couldn't find a rebuttal.

"So, the host only needs to obtain a 500g portion of meat to submit as the research object of this system," the system continued.

"Wait." McGon frowned, suddenly realizing that something was wrong, and rolled his eyes. "That's the old ruler, the immortal that was sealed before the endless years, the existence of terror, you let me now Go and cut a piece of his meat for you to slice and study? This task is beyond the outline? I ’m a chef! I have a few more words on Weibo. What ’s wrong with the dish? They did n’t curse me to catch it. Do the old rulers do research? "

"Uh ..." the system was silent for a while, and said, "After the doomsday dominator appeared, the food chain in this world did exceed the upper limit of punishment set at the beginning, which is the so-called superclass."

"Then I refuse this task." McGonagall thought without thinking.

If the doomsday dominator is so easy to chop, then the people of the year will not have to bother to seal it here. Is it not fragrant if they take home a pound of meat and take it home?

From the words of the system, it can be judged that the person who threw him into this world at first, I have not seriously studied the world, which is beyond the scope of the system's assistance. He does not believe that an unruly food system can handle the doomsday dominator. .

Not everyone can bloom in both.

"The mission was successful: The host will receive a comprehensive inspection report of the new species, including racial analysis, various patience studies, weakness analysis ..." The seductive voice of the system sounded again.

"Inspection report?" McGonagall frowned, falling into a tangle.

I have to say that this mission reward is indeed very tempting.

Most of the fear of the old dominators stems from the fear of the unknown, otherwise there is nothing terrible about the tentacles alone, and there are some perverts in this area.

If the system can provide a comprehensive test report, tore off the mysterious coat of the old dominator, maybe they can really find a way for them to deal with the doomsday dominator.

He didn't want to pin his hopes on those gods who didn't know if it existed. The feeling that fate was in his hands was the most wonderful.

"How about the mission?"

"Mission failed: I believe the host did not have to receive punishment at that time."

= "= Convex

McGonagall chose to claim the mission.

Of course, whether he got it or not, the mission was there and the countdown started.

Stuck by the system, the horror atmosphere created by the weird bonfire party was completely lost. When thinking about the crazy beliefs of these guys, it may become the next breeding object in the system. Dull.

However, since the party has been contracted, McGonagall will naturally go to see it.

He crossed the woods, stunned a demon who looked like a wind, and stood on a large tree barn about 100 meters away from the campfire.

On the flat ground not far away was a huge cluster of bonfires. Hundreds of demons, humans, orcs and other naked bodies danced around the bonfires in a twisted and weird dance.

Unpredictable fire light shone on their smirking faces, and in those eyes reflected a strange light.

Right in front of the bonfire, a two-meter-tall man like a bamboo pole wields a black scepter, and the devil-like whisper comes out of his mouth.

They seemed to be performing a sacrifice ceremony, and the bamboo-like man should be the sacrifice, only he was wearing a tattered black robe.

Animal corpses were scattered around the bonfire, unifying their heads toward the bonfire.

McGonagall frowned at this weird and lascivious scene. If the person is not strong enough, I am afraid he will be stunned on the spot.

However, his eyes were quickly turned on the three tied children in front of the thin bamboo-like priest. These were three children under ten years old, two girls, one boy, tied back to back by a rope. Together, the expression screamed in horror, mixed with chanting and whispering.

The chant stopped abruptly, the priest came to the three children, raised his scepter high above his head, and seemed to be ready to fall directly.

Everyone present smirked and surrounded the three children, flashing red light in their eyes, as if watching the food that was already on the table.

"Use our blood sacrifice to help the gods get out of trouble!" Shouted the priest.

"kill!"

The guys did not know where to pull out the dagger and sharp branches, and pierced their hearts.

The priest also smashed the scepter towards the three children with a frantic look.

"A bunch of bastards!" McGonagall's face changed slightly, and he threw out the sword in his hand, and went straight to the priest as a Changhong.

"Why are they all dead?" About three minutes later, Irina appeared, looking at the bitter scene, and asked with a little confusion.

"To stop them from committing suicide, I killed them." McGonagall shrugged, then pointed at the three unconscious children lying on the grass and looked at Irina: "Can you erase their memory? ? "

"Okay." Irina walked towards the three children, chanting a spell in her mouth, and waved her hands, three golden streamers immersed in their brows.

After a while, Krassu and Julian also returned.

"The guys deceived by the devil are really disgusting." Crassus raised his fire and burned the bodies to ashes.

"They should be doing some kind of sacrifice ceremony, and I heard them say they want to help the gods get out of trouble." McGonagall frowned.

"Yes, and this operation should continue for some days, the magic in the core area is becoming strong, that guy may be ready to get out of sleep." Julian also looked solemnly.

"Let's go and see if you don't know." Irina waved and set up an enchantment near the three children, and walked towards the place of the seal first.

"Nothing can't be solved by a fireball, if there are, then ten more." Krasu smiled confidently.

"Frost may not be able to stop the magic gas from leaking, but it can freeze everything alive." Julian was also calm.

McGonagall was surprised at the self-confidence of the two big brothers. He also kept up with the pace, hesitated for a while, and then whispered: "So what ... can I cut back the meat of that guy for a while?"

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