Dimensional Eroders

Jiazhi's plan is well done, comprehensive in content, and very personal at the same time. After reading it, Lang would give him a thumbs up and praise him, at least giving him an 8. He is not worthy of the position of deputy captain.

However, to the other party's request, Bailang of course chose to say: "No!"

So Bailang interrupted: "Wait a minute, isn't the one in your hometown 'Germa 66'? How did it become 666? Are you lying to me?"

The vice-captain's frenzied and excited state was suddenly interrupted. After being taken aback for a moment, he continued to introduce enthusiastically: "A new life and a new atmosphere, just in time for the collection of 666 house-elves this time, which immediately aroused my nostalgia. Decided to start a new life with 'Germa's House Fighting Elf 666'!"

Lang showed appreciation and affirmed his progressive spirit: "The idea is very good, the plan is also great, very energetic! Remember to continue next time, but forget it this time."

"What?!" As if struck by lightning, the deputy captain's blond hair stood on end in shock.

Lang said calmly: "I will preside over the sacrifice upgrade ceremony this time."

Jia Zhi hurriedly asked: "Wait, why did it become a sacrifice?"

Lang: "Didn't it be agreed at the beginning that the house-elf would be cast into [Salted Fish] as a material?"

"That's right, but that's just an exaggerated adjective. And there is a detailed description in my plan. The county organizes them to permanently expand the cabin, then empty the brain, and then refine it into..."

Bailang interrupted: "No need to say any more, I have a more perfect way, that is to hold a gorgeous funeral, sacrifice them collectively to the [Big Salted Fish], and use the boat as a coffin to completely save their lives. Perfect integration. Doing so can not only maximize the benefits, but also avoid any risk of 'overloading and being punished'. Because the 666 elves have truly integrated with the ship, regardless of each other."

Jia Zhi opened his mouth unwillingly: "But..."

Bailang waved his hand: "No, but! Your [666 Battle Elf] is obviously playing side-by-side. Besides expanding capacity, you also want to get a batch of combat power + assistants, servants, and waiters. Even if you have a 90% chance of passing the level, it is still 10%. % of the risk is intercepted by the paradise. And my method is seamless, 100% pass."

Gaji opened his mouth angrily: "But..."

"No but, isn't the clone army the biggest feature of your 'Germa 66' back then? Why bother with 666 elves? Well, I'll give you the upgrade when the [Big Salted Fish] is upgraded this time." Enough experimental equipment and space, build a replica factory, unlimited violent soldiers. Carp factor, battle suits can be added as you like."

Lang thought for a while: "As for the way to evade the crew, I have also thought about it. Every time you return to the paradise, you only keep 60 crew members, and throw all the overproduced biological weapons and clones into the [Seafood City] for disposal." Drop. During the return period, focus on research, research product upgrades, and save raw materials for production. When the next round of missions starts and comes, then go all out to explode."

"this……"

After hearing Lang's promise, Jiaji's heart suddenly moved. He engaged in the '666 Little Elf Face Project' just to prove his talent and get an important task. At the same time, he accumulated a batch of high-quality cannon fodder, regained power, and regained the feeling of a big boss when he dominated Beihai.

Bailang's proposal completely satisfied his vanity. Larger laboratories, exclusive replicator factories, unlimited violent soldiers, and a complete system of garbage collection and product upgrades.

Most importantly, the tall, handsome and straight 'Germa-Clone Warrior' is much better than the crooked, short and thin 'House Elf'.

If you can choose "Mr. Kaido" as the card face, who would choose "House Elf" as the main unit?

Considering that if he doesn't want to be laid off and replaced by someone else, then he will have to be subdued for the rest of his life. So Jiaji bends and bends: "Okay, Boss, you are right! So when will the sacrificial ceremony start? I will cooperate with you."

"It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day, just today. You go and take out all 666 elves, bring them to the lake, then clear the venue, and build a large stage. Park the [Salted Fish] on the shore, and all The crew don't stay on board, but watch the ceremony from the sidelines."

"Are there any other requirements? As far as I know, the effect of [Department Master]'s funeral ceremony will continue to increase as the number of people watching the ceremony increases. Do you need to invite the students from Hogwarts?"

Lang shook his head: "No need at all, I have already arranged a global simultaneous online live broadcast."

"The boss is wise!"

...

In the afternoon, by the lakeside of the Forbidden Forest, the wind was howling, the lake was already frozen, and a shadow continued to expand and rise, and finally smashed the ice layer, revealing the cigar-shaped [Big Salted Fish] about 100 meters long, covered with water plants and barnacles. 】.

Suddenly, hundreds of insect limbs gathered on both sides of the submarine stretched out, plunged into the bottom of the lake, and lifted the heavy hull above the water surface. Then move laterally like a crab, climb up the lake shore, and run aground.

There is a large stage less than 10 meters away from [Big Salted Fish]. Not far from the stage, 666 house elves, wearing new clothes and holding a bouquet of flowers, with a dazed face, shivering in the cold wind.

And right in front of the stage, Bailang occupies the C position, on both sides are Selph in a princess dress, and Jack in a men's children's suit. Afterwards, there was a group of girlfriends who looked like they were watching the excitement. In addition, Dean Snape, who had been receiving Bailang's psychological counseling, also showed his face to blow the air.

Afterwards, a few school staff who specialize in following and supervising Bailang, as well as the other two contractors who were hired together, also came here with great interest.

Although they don't know much about Bailang, the global live broadcast of large-scale entertainment and live sacrifice ceremony led by the senior contractors of the cemetery sounds very gimmicky, enough to be used as talking points in the future, so naturally they have to come to the scene in person.

Lang naturally wouldn't refuse so many people coming to watch the ceremony. Because each additional person 'witness' can add a small weight to this 'ceremony'. The higher the status and strength of the witnesses, the heavier the weight.

So Lang waved his hand, and the little Jack on the left immediately snapped his fingers, the treasure [Mist City] slowly unfolded, and suddenly a cloud of fragrant and spicy dark red mist floated by the lake, and then a group of short figures rustled. The flash of rustling attracted everyone's attention.

It can be vaguely seen that small skeletons similar in stature to 'house elves' shuttle through the mist of red soup, set up tables and chairs, and take out the freshest top-grade ingredients and fruits from [Fog City] ,drinks.

When everything is over, [Fog City] dissipates, and there are only tables of steaming hot pots left, waiting for guests to be seated.

Bailang: "For a funeral, where is the most soulful part of eating? Please go ahead, the ceremony is about to begin. You can enjoy the delicious food while enjoying it."

Counseling girl and the others skillfully seized the best seats immediately, Ka Ka Ka opened the beer and drinks, and ate them familiarly. The rest looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally sat down a little awkwardly and awkwardly.

Didn't expect Mr. Outlander to be so professional? It seems to have done so. (Lang: To put it bluntly, there have been hundreds of shows.)

At the same time that Little Jack was professionally setting up the banquet, the hatch above the Salted Fish also opened. Gaji led the crew from different worlds (Pirates, Fuyuki, and this world), as well as a raccoon cat, and an undead (Ah Black Tiger) Fu) went ashore together and walked straight to the vacant seat.

Within two nautical miles from [Salted Fish], the crew can move freely.

Seeing that everyone was already eating, Lang looked at the house elves who were confused, excited, expecting, and nervous, and then muttered to himself: "For a funeral, there must be hot pot, seats, and of course music. Fufu ,band!"

At this time, Xiao Fufu standing on the right snapped her fingers, and a group of little fungus rushed out from [Baotou Township], and under the blessing of [DJ priesthood] of their [Evil Spirit. Baichuan Genius], they summoned the 'Fu Gui Wan' 'The usual laser light ball, and then use the power of evil spirits to manifest a disc player, loud and explosive music sounded by the lake.

There are eating, drinking and dynamic electronic sounds. Although this combination is very weird, the atmosphere suddenly became dry.

The little mushrooms are all social thugs, they have no shyness and social fear at all, and they don't care about the feelings of the audience behind them, so they just giao on their own.

Excitedly shouting and cheering: "Ououou, don't go to school!", "Finally no need to study!", "I don't study today, I want to play a little bit!", "Come on, let's rock together!", "Eat me with a punch!", "99 Mahamudra!"

This group of little fungus people hold a musical instrument (suona, gong, drum) and start playing. They either carry a basket and scatter paper money, or ride a car made of paper and run with their legs, or start chasing and fighting with virgins and boys. Rampage between the seats, constantly throwing candy to the audience.

The 666 house-elves who were the parties involved had not received any notice before, and they were only concentrating on practicing the [No Trace Stretching Curse].

At this moment, being dragged to the lake to drink the wind, my heart is full of curiosity and envy looking at the group of small mushrooms who are only the size of a palm, but are like dogs out of cages.

The audience who saw this scene felt even more subtle. They obviously gathered all kinds of "funeral" elements, and even hung white cloths to exaggerate the atmosphere, but why is it so like a "wedding"? It's too lively, too cheerful, right?

The counselor who knows Bailang best is watching and commenting: "In my opinion, Brother Lang is going to celebrate and mourn this wave! Use a cheerful atmosphere to dissolve the resentment in the elf's heart, so as to achieve the effect of perfect enchantment."

Hearing the counselor's comments, the contractor who came to the next table to watch the ceremony asked curiously: "So you understand it well?"

The counselor put down the butcher knife and cupped her hands at the other party: "I'm not talented, my main occupation is [Feng Shui Mr.], specializing in weddings and weddings, fortune-telling, naming of corpses, genitals... This is my contractor number. If you have any difficulties, you can consult me."

While the counselor girl was talking and laughing happily over there, Bailang was not calm. He listened to the loud death rock behind him, frowned slightly, looked at the group of house elves who were still alive, and thought about how to maximize the benefits of the "funeral ceremony".

This "funeral" is different from any previous one, and there are two major difficulties:

The first is that there are no dead, and the protagonists are all alive. This is a great test of the skill of the [Encoffiner], there is no corpse to bury!

After all, most of the morticians, Taoist priests, and monks, including Lang, are only proficient in burying the dead. How to send a living life away without complaint, with zero experience. The Aztec men of the pillars who were proficient in blood sacrifices were the experts.

The second difficulty lies in quantity.

The funerals that Bailang presided over in the past were all single-player, and they were powerful people with heads and faces. After death, the remains can be turned into a dead battery, and a [Grave Generator] that can be used for many years can be developed.

This time, he will preside over a collective funeral for 666 living house-elves whose names they can't remember and don't want to remember. It is not yet possible to show any tendency towards evil sacrifices. It must be convincing and recognized by the audience watching the live broadcast, and send an affirmative thought.

This is where the difficulty lies!

Looking at a group of ugly elves who put on clean new clothes, with nervous and expectant expressions, whispering from time to time, Lang also had the illusion that he had come to the "group wedding scene" by the wrong place?

He shook his head to put aside distracting thoughts, and regained his faith.

Even if there is no coffin, no cemetery, no geomantic omen, and no dead body, he can still preside over a convincing funeral!

Then, he silently started [Department Master (Spiritual Coffin)] as the main occupation, and then chose [Pirate Captain (Salted Fish)] and [God's Blessed (Devil Pillar)] as auxiliary occupations. (The master of the secret treasure, one main position, two auxiliary positions)

After the new [Virtual Occupation] is loaded, the invisible aura exuded by Lang has changed, instantly bringing an unquestionable 'sense of absolute authority'.

Everyone at the scene, including the viewers who watched the live broadcast online, had a feeling that the area for several miles had now become a stage for him alone. He leads the rhythm of this 'funeral' and is the soul of this ceremony. Every sentence feels unquestionable.

Not only that, but under the blessing of [God's Blessed One], Bailang exuded a kind of divine power full of religious sense, adding a majestic aura to him. Even the chirping little fungus was inexplicably convinced, as if a real funeral should be like this, a part of the ceremony.

Bailang pointed to the stage, looked at the 666 elves, and gave the command: "Get on stage!"

Without the slightest hesitation or doubt, the elves, who were extremely tame by nature, teleported collectively and appeared on the huge stage in unison.

Lang thought for a while, changed his mind, and said again: "Hand in hand!"

Although the house elves were puzzled, they still looked left and right, holding hands with the closest friends.

After a while of confusion, this group of messy house-elves finally managed to form a long dragon that folded and twisted repeatedly and was crumpled into a ball.

At the same time, each of them holds a bouquet of flowers in their hands, holding hands, and each of them has a bouquet of flowers among them, which looks more like an art performance organized by a third-rate elementary school.

The house elves, with flowers in their hands and new clothes on their bodies, are standing on the stage, listening to the DJ of the little fungus man, and smelling the fragrance wafting from the banquet.

Inexplicably, the heart also became restless, and a force was surging. Suddenly, they all raised their heads proudly.

That's...positive energy!

Cowardly girl slapped her chopsticks on the table: "I'm the second Olympics, I'm a little excited to see it. Are you going to give out little red flowers and award certificates next?"