This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Stepping into the portal, what the player sees is a new world that has never been seen before.

On the scorched red plain, there are full of red trees, spreading around like blood vessels in the body.

Beside the mountain peak, there is a squirming piece of meat, and from time to time, dark green mucus is sprayed out from the piece of meat, forming a cloud of mist on the hot ground.

Bounded by a lava in the middle, the entire plain was divided into two distinct factions.

Although they are both demons, they still use huge war machines to release huge fireballs one after another into the opposing camp.

The player who entered the portal first was stunned for a moment.

They stared at everything around them intently, like newborn babies, curiously looking at this brand new world.

"The art is too fast, such a huge scene can be assembled, adding a chicken leg to the art."

"I'm also an artist. I want to ask which master made these. I plan to work for him for three years."

"The art of this game is Niuban, the program is Niuben, it's planning stupid! The server can only maintain 200 people so far, and it would be crazy to change the team."

"The server is not strong enough to plan what?"

"I don't know, but if there is a problem and scold the planner, it must be true."

While the players were excitedly observing their surroundings, there were also demons nearby observing them.

This time it was a joint action initiated by Allen. Under the call of Allen, the hell lords loyal to Allen waged a war against other hell lords who were not loyal to him.

Although Allen was the initiator, he was not strong enough to directly command all the hell lords. Most of the lords sent troops here just to rob decently.

Adjacent to the player's residence is a little hell lord named Moss.

His body is a fly, and under the power of hell, he turns into a potbellied fly demon, with a pair of compound eyes shining with greedy light all the time.

He is just the lord of a small territory. On the one hand, he came here to rob, and on the other hand, he wanted to show favor to Allen, so that he could go further.

Seeing the players coming out of the portal, he rubbed his hands excitedly, feeling that today's dinner is settled.

"Catch those slimes." He said to his subordinate, a demon captain with his blood, "Today's dinner is them."

The demon captain nodded immediately.

He called hundreds of little ghosts, walked towards the player in a mighty manner, then captured the slimes one by one, and brought them to his camp.

"What are they doing?" A player who was lifted up by the kid asked curiously.

"I don't know, brother Wang Lang is here, please translate for me."

"Wang Lang has an exam today, so he won't be online for the time being. It's just us."

After learning that Wang Lang didn't come, a group of players were confused.

Without translation, how can this national war be fought?

I don't know the mission target, I don't know the target of the attack, and I don't even know whether the surroundings are friends or enemies.

Dog planning, are you making the language system so real?

Let the truth be the truth, at least give us a mission panel and tell us who the enemy is!

When the players were surrounded, the little ghosts had already brought the group of slimes to the camp.

More than a dozen crucibles have been prepared, and the water in the pot has boiled, and there are many unknown substances mixed in it, turning the whole pot of soup into black.

Throwed into the cauldron by the little ghosts, the players looked blankly at the little ghosts around them, allowing them to sprinkle some strange herbs on themselves.

"Do you think they're boiling our bathwater?" one player asked.

"You can understand it this way, but I suggest not. In fact, I prefer to understand that they want to eat us."

Hundreds of players silently watched the boiling water around them,

Suddenly it broke out.

A slime suddenly exploded, and with a four-dimensional over 20, he was an instant kill against a weak scum like a kid.

The little ghost hit by him with all his strength exploded into a pile of blood mist.

In the astonished eyes of the little ghosts around him, he directly pretended to be a giant little ghost, grabbed a log in the camp, and beat a dozen little ghosts to a pulp with one blow.

Another slime rushed towards Captain Demon.

The captain who was attacked by the slime was about to resist, but was knocked to the ground by the other party, and the sound of the exoskeleton shattering came from his chest.

Before his consciousness completely disappeared, his eyes were still full of confusion.

This is... a slime?

Elite level slime?

Who the hell is so boring and has raised slimes to the elite level?

The demon captain who was knocked to the ground immediately attracted a dozen slimes.

They gathered around the demon captain and happily disassembled the brand new demon, and each of them got a big part.

"New monsters, new flavors, and attributes can be added."

"The taste is so-so, not very tasty."

"The growth rate is also low. Seeing that this demon has wings, he may be able to fly, but where can we find so many similar demons?"

Players who didn't grab the Devil Captain turned their attention to other Devil Captains who heard the news.

They rushed to the group of demon captains immediately without any organization, and began to hunt monsters.

Facing this group of wolves and tigers, the scene is one-sided instant kill.

A dozen or so demon captains realized that these slimes were unusual as soon as they came into contact with them.

Their strength is too strong, their speed is too fast, and they also burst out some unimaginable abilities from time to time, killing most of these demon captains as soon as they met.

Thankfully though, they seem to have a soft spot for corpses.

From time to time, a slime would stop, carefully swallowing the corpse as if seeing a treasure.

What is the origin of this group of slimes?

After losing half of his companions, a fly demon immediately flew back to the main formation, rushed in and shouted to Moss who was waiting for dinner: "My lord, run, the enemy is coming!"

"How is it possible?" Moss shouted incredulously, "Is it the Tauren army, or the sheep army, or the fallen snake? How did they bypass the front line and come to the rear?"

"No, it's a slime!"

Just as he finished speaking, a sharp arrow suddenly shot in from the outside, precisely piercing through the head of the demon captain, splashing out green blood.

Afterwards, a few slimes rushed in bouncing around, skillfully dismembered Captain Demon and devoured him. Moss was terrified by the skillful movements.

Facing this group of vicious slimes, Moss wanted to escape immediately, but a slime suddenly fell from the sky and turned into a ball of mucus to wrap it.

The viscous liquid locked his wings, making him unable to move, and the chance of escape disappeared in an instant.

Facing the slime who jumped towards him, he finally gave up his dignity as the Lord of Hell, and shouted loudly: "Let me go, I am Lord Moss, I have the title of Baron, and I can enjoy asylum. It's Grand Duke Belial!"

Hearing Moss' shout, the players stopped.

They looked at each other and couldn't help asking: "What is this big bug calling?"

"I don't know, who cares what the bug is calling before it dies? I only care about whether it tastes good or not."

"makes sense."

Without any hesitation, the players jumped towards Lord Moss.

"What do you want to do, what do you want to do, can someone who can talk! Help..."

Lord Moss' words stopped abruptly.

A few minutes later, the player who devoured Lord Moss walked out of the tent contentedly.

"Don't look at this big worm that doesn't look good, but it still tastes pretty good."

"I feel that my recent taste is a bit strange. I can't eat normal food anymore. This kind of food is quite refreshing."

"Me too, I feel like I haven't eaten enough, are there any snacks nearby?"

With a twist of their limp bodies, they set their sights on a nearby camp.

New food, right there.