Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

Chapter 1686

(ｷ｀ﾟ Д ﾟ´)!!

McGonagall stopped in a moment and said with a shocked face: "system, you don't mean to slice the old dominator, do you?"

"The knowledge left by our ancestors tells us that any organism has the potential to serve as food. The essence is the same when we cut open the surface of things. Whether the old dominators can eat is not a problem. The problem is whether steamed or braised will be more delicious." The system answers calmly.

McGonagall opened his mouth, but for a moment he couldn't find any words to refute.

"Therefore, the host only needs to obtain a 500g portion of meat for the study of this system." The system continues.

"Wait a minute." McGonagall frowned and suddenly realized that something was wrong. He rolled his eyes and said, "that's the old dominator. It's an undead existence sealed before endless years. It's an existence with the ability of terror. Now you want me to cut a piece of his flesh for you to study? Isn't this a super mission? I'm a cook! On micro-blog, I make complaints about how others are not doing well. They didn't curse me for catching old masters and doing research, did they

"Er..." the system was silent for a while, and said: "after the emergence 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 thinks about the ropeway.

If the doomsday ruler is so good at chopping, the people of those years would not have to go out of their way to seal it here. Would it not be fragrant to take home a kilo of meat for each person?

Judging from the systematic discourse, I'm afraid that the one who threw him into the world didn't seriously study the world, which is beyond the auxiliary scope of the system. He doesn't believe that an unruly food system can deal with the doomsday dominator.

Not everyone can have two flowers.

"Mission success: the host will get a comprehensive test report of the new species, including race analysis, various tolerance studies, vulnerability analysis..." the tempting voice of the system sounded again.

"Inspection report?" MEG frowned and fell into a tangle.

I have to say that this task reward is really attractive.

Most of the fear of the old dominators comes from the fear of the unknown. Otherwise, tentacles are nothing to be afraid of. Some of them are perverts with this habit.

If the system can provide a comprehensive test report and tear off the mysterious coat of the old dominators, it may really be able to find a way for them to deal with the doomsday dominators.

He doesn't want to place his hope on gods who don't know whether they exist or not. The feeling that fate is in his own hands is the most wonderful.

"Mission failure?"

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

= "= convex

McGonagall chose to receive the mission.

Of course, whether he takes it or not, the task is there, and the countdown is on.

After being disturbed by the system, the horrible atmosphere created by the strange bonfire party was completely lost. When McGonagall thought that the crazy belief of these guys might become the next breeding object of the system, he immediately felt that the so-called terror had become dull.

But now that he's contracted the party, McGonagall's going to see it.

He crossed the woods, knocked out a demon who looked like a lookout, and stood on the branch of a big tree about 100 meters away from the campfire.

There is a huge bonfire burning on the ground not far away. Hundreds of demons, humans, orcs, etc. are naked, dancing around the bonfire in a twisted and strange way.

The uncertain light of the fire shines on their crazy grinning faces, reflecting a strange light in their eyes.

Right in front of the campfire, a two meter tall man, as thin as a bamboo pole, was waving a black scepter. The demon like whisper was sung from his mouth.

They seem to be carrying out some kind of sacrificial ceremony, and the bamboo like man should be sacrificial, only he is still wearing a ragged black robe.

Around the campfire, there are animal carcasses scattered all over the ground, and the United head is facing the direction of the campfire.

McGonagall frowned at the strange and licentious scene. If he was not mentally strong, he would be stunned on the spot.

But his eyes were quickly caught by the three children who were tied up in front of the thin, bamboo like priest. They were three children under ten years old, two girls and a boy, who were tied back to back by a rope. His face screamed in horror, mixed with chanting and whispering, and looked even more terrifying.

The chanting stopped abruptly, and the priest came to the three children, holding his Scepter high above his head, as if ready to drop it directly.

All the people on the scene grinned and gathered around the three children, their eyes flashing red, as if they were looking at the food already on the table.

"Sacrifice our blood to help the gods out of trouble!" Cried the priest.

"Kill

Those guys took out daggers and sharp branches from nowhere and stabbed them in their heart.

And the priest is also a face crazy will be in the hands of the scepter toward the three children fell.

"These bastards!" McGonagall's face changed slightly. He threw out his sword and turned it into a rainbow. He went straight to the priest.

"Why are they all dead?" About three minutes later, Elena appeared, looking at some of the tragic scene, a little confused asked.

"To stop them from committing suicide, I killed them." MEG shrugged, then pointed to the three comatose children lying on the grass, looked at Elena and said, "can you erase their memory?"

"Good." Irina walks up to the three children, recites a mantra in her mouth, and with a wave of her hand, three golden streamers fall into their eyebrows.

After a while, Crassus and Julian came back.

"Those who have been bewitched by the devil are just as disgusting." Krasu raised his hand and burned the bodies to ashes.

"They should be doing some kind of sacrificial ceremony. I heard them say they want to help the gods out of trouble." MEG frowned.

"Yes, and this kind of action should last for some days. The magic in the core area is becoming strong. That guy may be ready to get out of trouble." Julian's face is heavy.

"Let's go and have a look." Irina waved and set a border near the three children. She walked towards the seal first.

"There's nothing one fireball can't solve. If there's one, ten more." Krasu said with a confident smile.

"Frost may not be able to stop the leakage of magic gas, but it can freeze all living things." Julian was equally calm.

McGonagall was surprised by the confidence of the two men. He also kept up with the pace, hesitated for a while, but still whispered: "what... Can I cut some of that guy's meat later?"