"Out!"

"Out!"

See Araki Nobu walking out of the tent.

The Japanese who were huddled in the fortifications in the camp poked their heads out of the tents one after another, walked out of the fortifications, and gathered into two crowds.

Even the high-level players from the Miyazaki Guild, the Earth Dragon Knights, and the high-level troops are here!

"Araki-kun, I'm here to see you off!"

Although every Japanese soldier is in the cold wind, he can still see their fiery eyes and the burning patriotism in their chests.

"Araki-kun is righteous, we will definitely remember you!"

"What you did today can really make you a national warrior!"

"You are the eternal hero of the island country!"

...

Araki smiled noncommittally.

As he gradually took steps forward, the hundreds of thousands of Japanese players separated spontaneously, forming a straight passage in the middle.

In the middle of the passage, Nobu Araki's equipment has been removed. He is wearing single clothes and walking in the snow, looking quite holy.

As he walked, he looked at the Japanese players on both sides with interest.

Meeting their eyes full of expectation and admiration was like looking at the stars burning in the sky.

hope...

Despair after hope...

Call it a disaster!

Araki Nobu suppressed the laughter in his heart.

Moving forward step by step.

At such a moment, having a national warrior stand up and sacrifice himself would be a huge morale boost for the battered Japanese players.

Everyone hopes to see Araki die to tell them that there is still hope in this war.

As for Araki's slightly curved mouth corners and deep eyes, no one noticed that there was a trace of extreme ridicule hidden in his eyes.

Gradually...

Araki walked from the snow to the altar, leaving a row of footprints on the white snow behind him.

The Japanese players also followed under the altar, watching helplessly as Araki walked up to the altar step by step and reached the highest peak.

Standing at the top of the altar, Nobu Araki looked down at all the Japanese below.

The various special materials of the altar itself can protect the area within a hundred meters from being eroded by wind and snow, so you can cast spells with confidence.

Araki Nobu sat here and murmured in a low voice: "God's Domain gave me this profession just for this moment!"

"Damn Islanders!"

The hatred in the whisper could almost melt the heavy snow in the sky.

below.

All the devils are looking forward to it, expecting Araki to be devoured by the evil god, causing a powerful disaster and destroying the city in front of him!

And on the city wall.

Many Daxia players also noticed this scene and stuck their heads out to watch curiously.

He has also reported to the people guarding the city.

The people guarding the city were also confused.

"What on earth do the devils want to do?"

"This formation... is about to summon the shikigami again. Where is Taoist Priest Tang? Please bring Taoist Priest Tang out quickly!"

Tang Chu was wrapped in a thick layer of cold-proof equipment, like a bear. After sitting on the top of the city and looking down for a long time, his original stern expression gradually relaxed, and he waved to everyone: "Let's all disperse. Instead of summoning a shikigami, are you afraid that you are going to sacrifice an evil god?"

"Sacrifice to the evil god? Isn't this a big problem?"

"It's not big, don't worry!"

Among the Daxia players, Tang Chu is probably the one who knows these rituals best. Since he said it was okay, it must be okay.

As a result, everyone returned to performing their duties.

At this time, it was windy and snowy outside, but it seemed a bit warm inside the altar barrier. The three-dimensional shape of the altar was like a high tower. Under the high tower were hundreds of thousands of prostrate Japs players and soldiers.

Nobu Araki stood on the altar for a while, and then another Onmyoji player responsible for the sacrifice came up.

Nobu Araki was the one being sacrificed, and the sacrificial ceremony had to be performed by others.

This player is also a member of the Shinto religion and knows some onmyoji. He looked at Araki and bowed: "Araki-kun, are you ready?"

"Ready!"

Araki nodded with a smile.

"Hey, let's get started!"

The Onmyoji player quickly started chanting spells.

According to Araki's previous instructions, sacrifice to the God of Disaster.

The summoning runes have been drawn with mercury and blood all around. The altar is surrounded by twisted demon flesh and blood, evil god relics growing wantonly, and piles of dead bones. Every material is a good thing for summoning the evil god.

On the market, once these materials are listed on the auction house, they will be immediately swept away by Japanese players.

It must be said that they attached great importance to this sacrifice.

All the Japs players below were also eagerly waiting. They formed a circle around the altar, forming a large formation, and looked at this scene with solemn expressions.

According to the process, or generally speaking, the sacrifice process for Japanese players is to bring the sacrifice to the altar first, and the Onmyoji player will recite a prayer and call the name of the evil god. The more detailed the prayer, the more likely the evil god will be able to listen. The greater the probability, the evil god will finally take away the sacrificer and fulfill the sacrificer's wish...

The more cheerful and joyful the evil god is, the greater his wishes can be fulfilled.

And Nobu Araki is an S-class disaster master. If he is used to sacrifice, the effect will be unimaginable!

On the altar.

The barefoot young man stepped on the bloody water, his dark blue eyes were extremely deep, and his red hair looked particularly dazzling in the white snow in the sky.

"God!"

The Onmyoji player next to him had already begun to recite his eulogy, his voice low and hoarse, like a strange roar.

"Great God of Disaster, Master of Disaster, your followers are calling to you!"

"Sacrifice a bearer of disaster to you..."

As soon as the prayers sounded, the Japs players below all looked solemn, and many of them knelt down and lowered their heads.

Very pious.

As the sacrifice, Araki Nobu was still looking at the following scene with interest.

No one knew what he was thinking.

Anyway, it is a good thing for the Japs high-ranking people to suddenly appear and be willing to sacrifice themselves.

When Onmyoji Wanjia finished reciting this section, he was about to recite it again.

Amidst the dancing snow, Araki suddenly spoke.

His expression was indifferent, his pupils were trembling, and now he seemed to finally show some fear. If anyone could see through the joy in his eyes, they would know that this was a precursor to his ecstasy!

The old thief Abe, who was watching the sacrificial scene below, suddenly noticed something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, and his heart suddenly sank a bit.

Just listen to Araki Nobu whisper: "Excuse me, can I leave my last words?"

The Onmyoji player who presided over the sacrifice was stunned, but still nodded: "Okay!"

The Japs players below also nodded one after another without raising any objections. After all, a person who actively asked to sacrifice himself to help everyone, what's the big deal with a few last words?

And the sadder the last words of the sacrifice, the happier the god being priested will be, and the more power he can send down...

At this time, Araki's whole body was trembling, and he was kneeling on the altar, as if facing the God of Disaster in the void. No one could see his face clearly, and no one knew how wild the smile on his face was.

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