This Group of Players Are All Slimes

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After taking off my clothes, I felt that my brain was cooked, and then I was poured with hot milk, durian mustard and stinky tofu, and finally stirred it with a shit stick.

In addition to the gradual confusion of consciousness, he also developed a strong sense of dependence, as if the thing crawling out of the King Slime in front of him was not someone else, but his mother, the crazy policewoman, and Master Lu. .

An irresistible sense of longing rose from the bottom of his heart, which made him express the highest praise to the other party from the bottom of his heart.

And when the opponent's head protruded from King Slime's body, he saw the opponent's appearance.

It was a face exactly like that of the female lord.

He should have been shocked, but even the emotion of shock faded away.

Just as he took off his clothes and was completely overwhelmed by the other party, a figure came below.

The other party was wearing white gloves and a lean black vest. The white shirt inside the vest was ironed spotlessly.

He strode towards the unclothed main body hiding in the dark, and then inserted the saber in his hand into the opponent's body.

Accompanied by the feeling of sharp objects entering the body, he suddenly woke up after taking off his clothes, and then suddenly realized who the person in front of him was.

"Mr. Martin?"

"It was me. Looks like you missed taking off your clothes too."

"Well, I missed it."

After taking off his clothes and thinking for a moment, that feeling still lingered in his mind.

There is no sorrow, only the purest joy, as if returning to the arms of the mother.

Forcing himself to withdraw from that feeling of returning home, he suddenly felt a sense of loss.

Sealing this part of the memory deep into his consciousness, he took off his clothes and looked at Martin: "Thank you, Mr. Martin. Are you okay?"

Martin nodded his head: "It's almost, but it's okay now. That guy Hall left a backhand on the sword, he left part of the slime king's bodily fluids on the sword, and put his own consciousness Attached to it, it almost took my body away."

"Then you now..."

"I tried to cook the other half of my brain,

Now he is completely dead. "

I took off my clothes and was speechless.

As expected of a demon, the treatment methods are different.

"Having lost half of your head, will it affect your actions?"

"Sleep is needed to make up for it for a short time, but it will recover after a while. Ogres have a strong recovery ability."

"This is too strong! Are you sure your brain is a brain and not a slime?"

Martin smiled, and then continued: "I digested part of Hall's memory and found a way to deal with King Slime. Do I need to act now?"

He took off his clothes and stared at Martin, trying to identify whether the other party was lying from the other party's tone and actions.

But he can't see anything now.

The influence from Zlatan was still reverberating in his mind, making it impossible for him to build an accurate model to judge the authenticity of the other party.

He let out a foul breath, and he chose to believe.

"Go ahead, Martin."

"OK."

Martin, who received the order, slowly bent down.

He looked like the same Martin, but his demeanor instantly became gloomy, older and more corrupt.

He didn't go in directly and face the Slime King inside, but said in a low voice: "The Slime King, order 404, use non-existing commands, remake abilities, restore birth status..."

His voice pierced down the corridor, inspiring the most primitive command of the Slime King, making his huge body tremble.

The Replaced, possessed by his humors, began to stop praying.

All the replaced people present shut up one by one, and closed their eyes in silence.

Zlatan, who was climbing out, also stopped.

Only half of her body has been shaped, and the remaining half is still in a state of chaos, unable to be completely released from the body of the Slime King.

She, who was being born, also realized the problem.

A will from the quasi-god descended immediately, distorting the surrounding space and stopping time at this moment.

The thing composed entirely of will scanned the entire underground almost instantly.

Feeling the slightly erected hairs on his body, Martin said, "He is about to discover us and is going to assimilate us into believers. What can you do?"

"Try it."

Quickly started the "God" 1.0 commissioned by the professor and others to weave the disappearing hairline, took off his clothes and entered all the key information.

When choosing the other party's priesthood, he took off his clothes and paused.

Then, he chose the time without hesitation.

The half minute that disappeared was still fresh in his memory, so he keenly felt that the other party's priesthood should be related to time.

Although what was differentiated was only the most common consciousness, but it was the consciousness of a quasi-god after all, which made it completely impossible to be sure of winning even if he took off his clothes.

The moment the program finished running, this consciousness also came to them.

This white consciousness is like a shooting star flying in the sky. The white light contains different colors, and you can feel the indescribable beauty in it just by looking at it.

Resisting the urge to convert instantly, he took off his clothes and quickly created a virtual personality, and spoke.

"I am a loyal believer of Lord Zlatan, and I believe that time does not exist."

He is betting.

Bet that the other party's priesthood is time, bet that the other party's creed has this part, bet that the other party has accepted the mechanical part of his own part, and bet that the other party will definitely respond to his words.

To talk to the gods with a mortal body, every word that is spoken requires a huge psychological endurance.

Although the chances are slim, he still wants to take a gamble.

This white consciousness stopped interfering with their spirits.

Then, in a language they could understand, it said, "Yes, time doesn't exist."

Take off your clothes and bet right.

Regardless of panting, he quickly said: "Time does not exist, time is just a dimension of material movement. But the great Lord Zlatan can create the concept of time and briefly let the world accept the existence of time."

"That's right." The white consciousness nodded, "You can continue, devout believer."

Enduring the severe pain in his head, he took off his clothes and began to recite what he learned from "Shenming".

He tried his best to slow down his speaking speed, so that he could delay for a while, and buy time for his companion and Lu Fan's arrival.

The white consciousness listened silently.

Under the influence of the rules, it must listen to the faithful's understanding of its priesthood until nothing new comes out.

Under the tremendous pressure brought by the consciousness of gods, he took off his clothes and kept reciting.

His consciousness began to blur.

He felt his body start to melt.

Just when his consciousness was about to blur, he seemed to hear someone whispering in his ear: "You are already very good, leave it to me."

For some reason, this sound made undressing extremely reassuring.

He closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes had turned into green pupils on the left and blue pupils on the right.

Martin on the side saw this scene and said in disbelief: "Satan leaves?"

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