"James, are you alright?" the panda's voice came from outside the door. "It's just a change of clothes. How long do you have to change!"

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

It said "it's good", but it's not the case at all. Panda waited for about ten minutes before seeing James come out.

When he saw James, Panda was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing: "You look so handsome now! I can't help but think of you when the dragon slaughtered successfully and the celebration banquet!"

James also smiled: "Today is a good day for me. I must be handsome enough to live up to this good luck."

I saw that he was wearing a well-fitting aristocratic dress, wearing a ceremonial sword that was purely decorative, and his blond hair was neatly combed, and it was obvious that he had used hair oil, which looked shiny.

His face has also returned to its past appearance. The ugly "Harry Instructor" that has appeared in Tarakhan in recent years has become history. Unless it's a "coincidence", I believe James will never let this happen again. people reappear.

Now appearing in front of the panda is James Edward, who is full of energy but more mature and stable than in the past.

"Let's go now?"

"certainly!"

Panda smiled, took out a teleportation scroll and handed it to Edward, watching him disappear into a beam of light, and then he went back to the city directly, back to the castle hall.

From the hall to the basement, with the help of the portal, he directly entered the world of crazy gods.

The atmosphere in the world of Mad God is a little tense now. The residents of New Raccoon Town have hid in a specially reinforced underground bunker. This bunker is built very firmly, and there is enough food and drink for the entire Raccoon Town residents for at least three months. Drink water. The thick stones and soil above the bunker can minimize the power of the explosion-even if the intended explosion location will be far away from them, it is always right to be more prepared.

About ten kilometers away from New Raccoon Town, a huge sacrificial circle was arranged. Alfion has been praying here without sleep for three days, offering dozens of sacrifices of considerable size. These sacrifices include large monsters with rich vitality, intelligent creatures, and of course, dangerous monsters called "Demon Kings".

In order to make up for these sacrifices, the traversers really invested a little bit of blood. There are no uncontaminated magical beasts in this world, and the traversers can only go to the Western World to catch them. And intelligent creatures—that is, humans, etc., are similar. They are a little easier to catch than Warcraft. After all, in this world, bandits are more common than Warcraft.

However, in order to ensure the quality of the sacrifices, the traversers didn't just catch a few bandits. They specially found a few evil magicians and nobles, captured them silently, and sent them to the world of crazy gods as sacrifices.

Those aristocrats are nothing, and a few magicians are indeed professionals. As soon as they arrive in the world of crazy gods, they immediately feel that something is wrong. When they saw the sacrificial circle, their faces turned green, crying and begging for mercy, and even said that it was okay to cut themselves into pieces, as long as it was not a sacrifice, anything could be said.

Their thinking is very common sense - no matter how you die, there is still a soul after death. Go to heaven or go to hell, at least there is hope. But if it is sacrificed, the soul will also become a consumable item. Even if it is not consumed by luck, it will also become an appetizer for the bigwigs invited by the sacrifice.

This is so much scarier than death, isn't it?

However, the retribution of "do not cultivate good fruits on weekdays, only love to kill and set fire" is now here, no matter how much they beg for mercy or struggle, it will not change their fate of becoming sacrifices. This time, even the panda, who always believed that "people can be saved, as long as they are willing to do good deeds, might as well give them another chance", shook his head and did not speak, and watched as they were tied to the altar, by the beautiful priestess. Hands-on, cut into pieces like the goods of a butcher shop, and then become part of the altar through rituals.

After sacrifices again and again, the altar, which was originally made of white stone, has now turned into a scarlet color. When you touch it, there is no cold and hard texture of stone, but it is soft with a little warmth, as if you have touched it. The body of a living person is normal. If you feel it carefully, you can even feel that something is beating faintly inside the altar, as if the pulse is very regular.

"Every time I see this thing, I feel terrified!" The panda didn't get close to the altar, but stopped in the distance, "Alphine, are you sure your 'folklore scholar' profession is really okay? What am I going to do? It looks like something like a demon sacrifice!"

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

"Then what are you doing with this? Don't do it!"

"I'll close the mountain after I finish this wave." Alphin said with a smile, "Well, really, I'll retire after finishing this, and I won't do any evil **** sacrifices in the future. To be honest, I myself I think this is very problematic... Needless to say, I'm actually quite afraid myself."

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

[The cook who is about to do something big: Alfion, how is the situation over there? Have you started summoning the "Crazy God"? 】

[I will wash my hands tomorrow: not yet, waiting for your signal. If you say yes, I'll start. 】

[The cook who is going to do something big: Let’s start then, we will push the seal over when it’s almost time. 】

[Wash your hands in a golden basin tomorrow: OK, look at me! This time, I must have a beautiful big fireworks, which will bring a perfect ending to my career as a folklorist! 】

She brought the last batch of sacrifices to the altar-they were all specially refined villains, I won't say what they look like, in short, the kind that makes people feel uncomfortable when they look at them-then, she sorted out the clothes on her body. In a human leather robe, he raised his bone staff and began to pray.

Panda and a few priests formed a circle around the altar from afar. If there was a problem with the sacrifice, they were responsible for launching skills such as God's Punishment as soon as possible to kill the wrongly summoned guy on the altar. Then clear the altar as soon as possible so that it can be re-summoned.

Far away from the altar, in a specially constructed protective circle, James read it by himself, and in front of him was a medium-sized dining table with lit candle hills, flowers, and wine. He casually tied the snow-white silk scarf around his neck, poured himself a glass, held the wine glass, and looked happily at the portal in the sky.

Before long, when the evil **** is summoned, the huge magic circle that seals the tyrant Richard will be pushed over and have intense zero-distance contact with the evil god.

At that time, it will surely bloom beautifully.

He is ready to sit in this special seat, appreciate the end of the tyrant, and use it as a snack.

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