This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Taking off your clothes doesn't go too deep into Creed.

After all, reason inherently rejects religious content.

However, in this world where gods and demons haunt, true rationalists need to accept this setting instead.

After thinking for a while, Lu Fan directly found a group of players who were discussing philosophical issues together.

They sat in the tavern built by the coolies. In front of each slime, there was a glass of mead and some skewers, and they talked about things that ordinary people could not understand at all.

"Material determines consciousness, so matter is primary and consciousness is secondary. But here, matter and consciousness will interact with each other, so can it be said that matter and consciousness have the same identity?" A player sucked honey Wine said.

"This view is a bit interesting, but I think that consciousness should be the first and matter should be the second. In this world, consciousness should be born first, and matter should be born last."

"I still insist on the theory of identity, matter and consciousness should be born at the same time..."

Watching this group of exuberant players discussing philosophical issues, he took off his clothes and coughed, invited each player to drink a glass of mead, and then jumped on the chair.

"Excuse me, just ask a few questions."

After telling the bishop of the Blood Sea Demon God and the content of the creed that he personally summed up, he took off his clothes and asked, "Can you deduce the creed of this sect?"

A player named "Professor" snapped his fingers, and the coolie at the bar immediately took out the blackboard for him to think about.

"Interesting, according to your inference, there should be a one-to-one relationship between the demon god and his creed, but the influence of the external environment on him needs to be considered in the middle. Well, a good theoretical direction, it is worthy of taking off your clothes, isn't it Interested in being my graduate student? Elder sister is waiting for you."

"Professor, please be serious, thank you."

"Why am I so dishonest! Can't intellectuals be old drivers? Let me tell you, I'm a terrific driver!"

"Okay, okay, I know you are Qiu Mingshan Riding God, please continue to study."

"It's good to know. Well... this topic is actually quite interesting, please give me three days, I'm going to work around the clock to solve this problem."

Hearing this sentence, the faces of other players instantly became serious.

"professor,

I still have "Postpartum Care of Boars" to learn, so I will go to class first. "

"Professor, I suddenly discovered that I have a fair-skinned and beautiful fiancée. You can lose your knowledge, but you can't lose your wife. I'll go offline for a few days first."

"Professor, I actually won 36 million. I'm going to lose my fortune first, so as not to be distracted."

"professor……"

Looking at the group of players who were already preparing to escape with various methods of escape, the professor coughed and said with a smile: "I know your mentor. If you want to graduate obediently, just give me a three-day job honestly!"

"You academic ruffian! Professor, why didn't I see that you are a gentle scum before!"

"The author of the paper adds you." The professor said unhurriedly.

"Willing to lay waste to the professor."

A group of slimes knelt down instantly.

Looking at this group of slimes who changed their faces and flipped through books, they took off their clothes and just wanted to say, it's too immoral.

Three days later, the professor delivered a report as scheduled.

Taking pictures of this report, the energetic professor said excitedly: "An interesting direction, we conducted hundreds of thought experiments around Ouhuang, even took up three prophecy poems, and finally successfully found a suitable theoretical method , from the creed to deduce the ability of the gods, but it is not perfect. Next, we plan to continue to work in this direction, you know, this is equivalent to deconstructing the gods, throwing away the Middle Ages is going to be burned on the stake.”

"Well, thank you, I owe you a favor." He took off his clothes and flipped through the report.

"I can't say I owe you, after all, your direction is very interesting. Are you really not interested in coming to me as a graduate student? My students are very energetic."

He took off his clothes and glanced at the other philosophy players who were already walking dead, and shook his head seriously.

"Thanks, but I don't want to die suddenly."

The professor did not reverse the creed of a single sect, but integrated a set of theoretical tools, and entrusted the boss not to change it and encapsulated it into the program of the ghost mushroom.

Through this program, Ghost Mushroom can pull out the behaviors of other sects with the same performance based on some input variable values, and infer the creeds that the other party may have according to certain calculations, and then further calculate the possible abilities of the gods that the other party believes in.

As the professor said, this is a structure for the gods.

"It's a good tool, and it's also a great enhancement for me. I don't know when version 2.0 will be released."

Jumping into the dungeon, he saw that the bishop had just finished his sentence.

Here, he has no worries about food and clothing every day, but the fantasy torture once a day still makes him exhausted, his whole person is no longer the same as before, but his eyes are still firm.

Seeing the jumper taking off his clothes, he smiled disdainfully: "It's you again, I won't say anything."

"That's right, it's me again."

Inputting what he observed during this time into the program, he undressed and found a dozen possible tenets.

After re-entering the characteristics of the sea of ​​blood, the huge figure that Aili saw before, etc., the range of possible beliefs is constantly narrowing, and finally fixed in a limited number.

After reading these pieces of information in detail, I took off my clothes and decided to use one of them to try.

Closing his eyes, he kept imposing psychological hints to himself, implying that he was a fanatic who worshiped the sea of ​​blood.

Ten minutes later, he opened his eyes again, his eyes were already full of fanaticism.

Staring at the bishop in front of him, he said in an excited tone: "My lord bishop, I want to join the Blood Sea Demon God Sect."

The bishop froze.

He knew that the slime in front of him had no respect for the Blood Sea Demon God.

But with his shallow psychological knowledge, he couldn't tell that the other party was lying.

He can only feel the piety of the other party, and to some extent may even be more determined than himself.

He subconsciously wanted to reject the other party, but the creed from the quasi-god made him unable to control his body. He raised his hand stiffly, bit his thumb, and drew an evil figure on his undressed head with blood. symbol.

"You are welcome to join me, my child."

At this moment, I took off my clothes and saw it.

He saw in the depths of the endless sea of ​​blood, a huge, vague, evil, and disgusting thing wriggling in the middle.

It is the extension of the blood sea, it is the will of the blood sea.

What fell into the sea of ​​blood would become its nourishment, serving him to increase his own consciousness.

Every once in a while, there will be giant giants differentiated from his body, and go hunting elsewhere to provide himself with more nutrition.

Then, he found himself being seen.

A terrifying will separated from that thing, passed through the void, and flew towards him.