This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"acquaintance?"

"Well, I used to be very familiar, but now I am not."

"Have a story?"

"I cut off the two thumbs of the believers who used to be hostile to the sect. They killed many people from the Demon King's sect, and we also killed them."

"..."

"We had a duel once, and I won, but I also lay in bed for half a month. My mother was very busy and poor at the time, but every day she would prepare some bad wine for me to relieve the pain. My alcohol addiction was caused by that Time to catch it."

"..."

"Don't look like this. I've lived for sixty years, and I've seen a lot of things like this. At that time, there was no right or wrong, only survival."

"……sorry."

"Why?"

"sorry."

"What's the matter with you, Mr. Golding?"

"sorry."

Neil looked at the sobbing Golding in puzzlement, but immediately embraced the magic sword gently in his arms.

"Okay, stop crying, thank you for worrying about me, but I'm fine, now I'm doing well, I've met good friends, I've met a group of slimes, and I've also met you. Destiny always has its own destiny, The sufferings of the past have cast the happiness of the present, and I think this is very good. Well, don’t cry, and don’t wipe your snot on my clothes, where did you get the snot from your magic sword?”

"Um."

"After walking for so long, I'm hungry too. Shall we have something to eat together? My treat."

"Um."

Looking at Golding who was still depressed, Neil laughed: "Have you not let go? Thank you, if only you were my father."

Golding hesitated.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally said, "Actually, I am..."

Golding was about to confess, but his words stopped abruptly.

On Neil's chest, an arrow made of black mist pierced through her heart from behind, with Neil's blood still on the tip of the arrow.

She lowered her head in surprise,

Looking at the arrow on his chest, he turned his head stiffly and looked behind him.

The surrounding time has stagnated, only the two people behind can still move.

One of them was a human figure made of a cloud of black mist, looking eagerly at the bottle with her arm sealed between her legs.

The other one is Zlatan.

Upon spotting the two, Golding sprang into action.

"Close your eyes, Neil, leave this to me."

Golding's body began to deform.

Six pairs of wings were released from his body.

In the end, the former Demon Sword Golding turned into an exceptionally handsome man and stood in front of Neil in a white robe.

Seeing this man, a series of screams erupted in the black mist.

"It's him, it's him! He's coming, he's coming to kill me! Let me go, Master Zlatan!"

Ignoring the hysterical scream of the mysterious lady, Zlatan looked at Goldin with a smile: "Long time no see, Balancer, Goldin."

Golding did not speak.

He gripped the sword of holy light, his eyes burning with icy fire, and took a step towards Zlatan.

The surrounding time and space began to change. Although it was only a few steps away, it was as far away as the other side of the starry sky at this time.

A moat-like darkness spread between them, as if they would fall into an irreparable desperation if they stepped into it.

But Golding stepped out anyway.

At this time, he has no way to retreat, but to move forward.

A battle at this level is no longer a pure competition of strength, but a conceptual battle of some kind.

Golding is confident that as long as he gets close to the opponent, he can knock him down.

And what Zlatan has to do is not to let the other party get close.

Countless time nodes are intertwined in the darkness, and countless space nodes are unfolded here.

Every step forward, Golding can feel the destruction of time and space.

The other party has been planning for this day for a long time, and the space maze that has been prepared is confusing his vision, making it difficult for him to move forward.

But he kept going.

Every step he took, he could feel the pain.

His self is constantly being worn down, and his own concepts are being stripped, dismantled, and turned into spar-like particles one by one.

With the disappearance of the concept, the concepts named [ignoring illusion] and [ignoring pain] also disappeared.

The phantom that troubled him struck again.

The former companions screamed, wailed, and tearfully reprimanded him beside him, asking him why he sacrificed them, and why the future they expected had not yet come.

"Soon, soon."

He saw Christine knelt in front of him holding their baby, begging him to stop and save their baby.

"I am, I am."

Later, he saw Lu Fan lying on the ground with blood on his chest.

"It's not true, partners are invincible."

He saw the day when he was forged into a magic sword, the fire of hell shrouded it, and the hammer of the God of Forging hit him, each time accompanied by endless pain.

"I've suffered it once, and now I'm fearless."

He saw Shenshangshen standing in front of him, wrapping him with warm light, removing all suffering, and stretched out his hand to him: "Come back, my chess piece, my child."

"Go away, you are not my parents, and I am not your pawn."

He kept going, and going, until he was in front of Zlatan.

At this time, Golding has forgotten how long he has traveled in the time node.

A large number of secret techniques were cast on him, wearing away his body, making his body dilapidated, like a broken glass doll, revealing the inner essence.

Six pairs of wings had withered, and a feathered path formed behind him, extending straight to Zlatan.

But he came before Zlatan.

Reaching out with broken hands, he grabbed Zlatan's chest.

"caught you."

With the release of power, he watched Zlatan's body melt in front of the power, and finally a smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, congratulations, I caught you too."

Accompanied by this frightening voice, a large number of royal families stood up from Zlatan's shadow and jumped on Goldin.

Some of them were melted by Golding's power, but more royal families appeared, eating Golding's body bit by bit, using their lives to melt Golding's power until revealing its true essence.

In Goldin's eyes, Zlatan stepped up and inserted his hand into him.

Accompanied by severe pain, the white core was held by Zlatan in his hand, and he admired it fascinatedly.

"I found it, the key to the treasure house, the accumulation of the demon kings of the past. Thank you, Golding, you are useless."

"you are not……"

"That's right, I didn't come for the arm of the mysterious lady at all, I came for you. My demon army needs to be armed, and the treasure house in your body is the best weapon. Farewell, Golding."

In Goldin's last sight, Zlatan disappeared without a trace with the rest of the royal family and the key in his body.