I am a nuclear pollution mage, so the toxicity should not be too strong, right?

Now that the atmosphere is here, what else is there to say?

The heads of several major guilds looked at it and suddenly cheered in their hearts.

Your boy has a future!

Unexpectedly, when the war is so unfavorable, there are people like this who are willing to sacrifice their lives for the country? !

It seems that the empire will surely become more prosperous in the future.

"it is good!"

The president of Fujimoto Co., Ltd. immediately nodded in agreement, and then bowed to Nobu Araki: "Araki-kun is great! Go and prepare an altar for you now!"

He turned around and said a few words to the group leaders behind him.

"Hi!"

The team leader and others cheered and looked at Araki with the same reverence.

Then he went down to prepare the materials needed for the altar.

Sacrificing one's body to the evil god is no stranger to God's Domain. Basic priest and mage players have career changes in this area and will learn similar skills and rituals.

Players also use it a lot in national wars.

The only problem is that the cost of sacrifice is too tragic. Not only will the players who are sacrificed have their accounts permanently deleted, but they will also suffer varying degrees of brain damage in reality. Anyway, the best outcome for the players who are sacrificed is to become dementia!

Therefore, this method is rarely used.

Moreover, the evil god is not so easy to please.

The Evil God won't even look at players below S level, let alone please them. If you sacrifice them, the Evil God will give you a slap in the face!

And S-class players who are willing to sacrifice themselves at the cost of becoming dementia...

Too little.

I can’t say there aren’t any, I can only say there are fewer than giant pandas.

Araki Nobu was willing to take the initiative to stand up, and of course the major guild leaders raised their hands in approval.

The old thief Miyazaki agreed directly without even asking.

The reason why they agreed so easily was that it was completely harmless to them.

If it is done.

They were able to break through the city and enter Nagasaki County, sweeping across Su Ruohan's Heavenly Court Guild.

That is a great achievement!

If he loses, there will be no loss. He will only be able to destroy Nobu Araki.

For Japs players who use cultivating evil gods as their main trump card, preparing an altar is very skillful.

Get ready immediately.

As soon as the leaders above agreed, the efficiency of the Japs players below was very high.

The main reason is that it is rare to find such a warrior who is willing to sacrifice for the country!

Shouldn't this be used as a positive example to boost morale?

The Japs players set up a familiar formation. On the snowy ground, hundreds of Japs who were as cold as their grandsons tremblingly dragged out a lot of props and materials, and began to set up the altar on the spot.

On top of the city.

Some Daxia players were so curious that they climbed out of the female wall to see what the Japanese were up to.

Some of them just stick to their posts and remain motionless. No matter what they do, I just need to stick to my position.

The snow seems to be falling harder.

Snow flakes as big as a palm could hit someone's forehead with pain. The Japanese had no choice but to build various temporary buildings in order to maintain the fortifications under the city.

Now a group of Japanese soldiers who were setting up the altar had just walked out of the fortifications. Within a few minutes, several of them had frozen to death in the field.

As I walked, it turned into a white light...

Although the Daxia players on the top of the city are also cold, fortunately they can have a bonfire in front of them, and from time to time they can drink ginger soup and some magic potions to ward off the cold.

"Oda, please hurry up, listen... do you hear me?"

One of the Japanese soldiers, with his lips trembling from the cold, shouted at the top of his lungs to the Japanese soldiers behind him who were building a corner of the altar.

"Sorry, I'll speed it up!"

The Japs players who built the altar bowed and apologized repeatedly, showing great craftsmanship.

Although his frozen hair was covered with ice particles, he was meticulous in setting up the altar.

For the Japs players, this is considered a skilled job.

"Hurry up, hurry up, it's too slow! How can we delay Araki-kun's self-dedication!"

The supervisor kicked him a few more times.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Inject spirit into the cold and dazed Devil Craftsman players.

The altar was set up very quickly.

Standing in the wind and snow, like a benchmark.

The exterior materials are all made of Tianxiang wood, a kind of psychic tree that is naturally able to attract spirits.

The shape is an irregular six-pointed star, about three feet above the ground, forming a small high platform.

On top of the high platform are hundreds of layers of rammed earth stairs.

Walking up the stairs step by step, looking up, it seems that the stairs lead straight to the sky, a hundred feet high!

Every few steps there is a red torii gate, announcing that you are heading towards the territory of the gods.

And at the end of the hundred-foot staircase.

On a platform that can only accommodate one person standing.

There are shrines, incense burners, and various evil objects.

They are all sacrificial objects.

Since the craftsmen players don’t know what kind of ritual Araki Nobu is going to perform, but the rituals of sacrificing evil gods are all the same, so it’s OK to stick to this.

"Araki-kun..."

Just after everything was prepared, old thief Abe strode into the tent with excitement on his face, and shouted to the red-haired boy in front of him with a tone full of expectation.

"It's time to hit the road!"

By this time, even he couldn't help but have some admiration for Nobu Araki.

Qianlong has been in Yuan for so long, and today he decided to sacrifice himself to defeat Su Ruohan.

He is truly a young man worthy of his admiration!

It’s not in vain that I cultivated him for so long...

Feeling sad in his heart, old thief Abe let out a long sigh.

I originally thought that this trump card would be useless a long time ago, and I no longer thought about what use it could be used for. But now it seems that Nobu Araki is my life-saving straw!

As long as Nagasaki County is captured today with Araki Nobu, after Su Ruohan and the Daxia people are driven away in the future, with this prestige, Nagasaki County will still be theirs!

"Are you all ready?"

Araki Nobu sat quietly in the tent, sitting cross-legged, and suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes, which were always full of madness and ridicule, were as clear and spotless as two bright pearls at this moment.

He turned to look at old thief Abe and suddenly smiled: "My family..."

"Don't worry, your family will be properly accommodated. This is my promise to you!"

Old thief Abe patted his chest and said, his face not red and out of breath.

"Good, good, good!"

Araki Nobu grinned and said three good words.

There was a bit of familiar madness in his eyes.

He stood up.

He took a few steps forward, patted the old thief Abe on the shoulder, and said something he couldn't understand.

"You devils always like to think of people too simply..."

"Ok?"

After hearing this, the old thief Abe froze on the spot, frowning slightly, and did not react for a long time.

But the slight displeasure in his expression soon dissipated.

After all, Araki is a dying person, what can he care about?

Since he himself said that he wanted to sacrifice himself, the altar is now ready. Even if he doesn't want to sacrifice, these hundreds of thousands of Japanese players will force him to sacrifice!

Why are you angry with a dead man? !

Old thief Abe sneered in his heart and was about to speak again.

But he found that Araki Nobu had opened the tent and walked towards the altar with steady steps.