Mag stopped in his tracks, and shockingly said, "System, you're not talking about slicing the Great Old One up for research, are you?"
"The knowledge left behind by our ancestors tells us that any organic creature has the potential to be food. Dissecting the complicated fog on the surface of things, the essence is the same. Whether the Great Old Ones can be eaten or not is not a problem. The question is whether steaming or braising would be more delicious," the System replied calmly.
Meg opened his mouth, but couldn't find the words to refute.
"So, the host only needs to obtain a 500g serving of meat and hand it over as the System's research object," the System continued.
"Wait." Meg frowned and suddenly realized that something was wrong. He rolled his eyes and said, "That's the Great Old Ones, an immortal existence that was sealed countless years ago, an existence with terrifying abilities. Now you want me to cut up a piece of his meat for you to research? Isn't this mission out of my scope? I'm just a chef! What's wrong with complaining on Weibo that other people's dishes are not good? They didn't curse me to catch the Great Old Ones for research, right? "
"Uh..." The System was silent for a while, then said, "After the appearance of the Great Old Ones, the food chain of this world has indeed exceeded the upper limit of the punishment set at the beginning, which is the so-called out of scope."
"Then I refuse this mission," Meg said without hesitation.
If the Great Old Ones were so easy to kill, the people back then wouldn't have had to spend so much effort to seal them here. Wouldn't it be delicious if each person took half a kilogram of meat home and braised it?
Judging from the system's words, the person who threw him into this world probably didn't study this world seriously. This was beyond the scope of the system's assistance. He didn't believe that a gourmet system without integrity could deal with the Great Apocalypse Dominator.
Not everyone could blossom with two flowers.
"Mission Success: The host will receive a comprehensive inspection report of a new species, including racial analysis, various tolerance studies, weakness analysis..." The System's tempting voice sounded again.
"Inspection report?" Meg frowned and fell into a dilemma.
He had to admit that the mission reward was indeed very tempting.
Most of the fear towards the Great Old Ones stemmed from the fear of the unknown. Otherwise, what was so scary about a tentacle monster? There were plenty of perverts with such fetishes.
If the system could provide a comprehensive test report and tear off the mysterious cloak of the Great Old Ones, it might really be able to find a way to deal with the Great Old Ones.
He didn't want to pin his hopes on those gods whose existence he didn't know. The feeling of having one's fate in one's own hands was the most wonderful feeling.
"What if the mission fails?"
[Mission failure: I believe that the host will not need to receive any punishment at that time.]
= "= convex
Meg chose to accept the mission.
Of course, whether he accepted it or not, the mission was there, and the countdown had started.
With the System stirring things up, the terrifying atmosphere created by the bonfire party was completely gone. Once he thought about the crazy beliefs of these fellows and the possibility of them becoming the System's next breeding target, Meg suddenly felt that the so-called terror had become tasteless.
However, since he had already contracted this party, Meg naturally had to go and take a look.
He crossed the woods, knocked out a demon who seemed to be on the lookout, and stood on the branch of a big tree about a hundred meters away from the bonfire.
Not far away, a huge bonfire was burning on the flat ground. Hundreds of demons, humans, and orcs were naked, dancing a twisted and strange dance around the bonfire.
The flickering light of the fire illuminated their crazed, grinning faces, and reflected a strange light in their eyes.
In front of the bonfire, a two-meter-tall, bamboo-like thin man with disheveled hair was waving a black scepter. The demon-like whisper came from his mouth.
They seemed to be carrying out some kind of sacrificial ceremony, and the bamboo-like man should be the priest. Only he was still wearing a tattered black robe.
Around the bonfire, animal corpses were scattered on the ground, and their heads were uniformly facing the direction of the bonfire.
Meg frowned as he looked at this strange and promiscuous scene. If it was someone who did not have a strong mind power, they would have fainted on the spot.
However, his gaze was quickly attracted to the three children who were tied up in front of the bamboo-like priest. They were three children who were less than ten years old, two girls and one boy. They were tied together with a rope back to back, screaming in horror. It was even more terrifying in the midst of the chanting and whispers.
The chanting stopped abruptly, and the priest walked in front of the three children. He raised the scepter in his hand high above his head, as if he was ready to smash it down directly.
Everyone present grinned hideously as they surrounded the three children. Their eyes flashed with red light, as if they were looking at the food that was already on the table.
"Use our blood as a sacrifice to help the gods escape!" The priest shouted loudly.
"Kill!"
Those guys pulled out daggers and sharp branches out of nowhere and stabbed at their hearts.
The priest also smashed the scepter in his hand toward the three children with a crazy face.
"These bastards!" Meg's expression changed slightly, and he threw the long sword in his hand, which turned into a long rainbow and went straight toward the priest.
"Why are they all dead?" About three minutes later, Irina appeared and looked at the tragic scene, a little puzzled.
"In order to stop them from committing suicide, I killed them." Meg shrugged, then pointed at the three unconscious children lying on the grass, looked at Irina, and said, "Can you erase their memories?"
"Okay." Irina walked toward the three children, and silently chanted a spell. With a wave of her hand, three golden streams of light went into the middle of their eyebrows.
After a while, Crassus and Julian also returned.
"Those who have been bewitched by the devil are really disgusting." Crassus raised his hand and burned the corpses to ashes.
"They should be performing some kind of sacrificial ritual. I heard them say that they wanted to help the gods escape." Meg frowned.
"Yes, and this operation should have been going on for a few days. The demonic aura in the core area is getting thicker. That guy might be preparing to escape." Julian also looked serious.
"Let's go and see." Irina waved her hand and set up a barrier around the three children, and walked toward the sealed place first.
"There is nothing that a fireball can't solve. If there is, then let's use ten more." Crassus smiled confidently.
"Frost may not be able to stop the demonic aura from leaking, but it can freeze all living things." Julian also said calmly.
Meg was surprised by the confidence of the two big bosses, and also followed. After hesitating for a while, he whispered, "Then … can I cut some of that guy's meat later?"
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