This Group of Players Are All Slimes

While the players were thinking about how to proceed, the leader of the jailers ended the meeting and came to the basement alone.

He passed through the long and narrow corridor, went through a series of identifications, and came to the basement after confirming that no one was following him.

Here, he saw a huge god.

The opponent was hung on the cross, and a crown made of thorns was worn on his head. Blood continued to flow from the wound that would never heal, and dripped into the pool of blood below.

Beside him, thousands of magic circles surround him, imprisoning his power here, preventing the outside world from feeling his existence.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, this peerless beauty raised her head, her eyes were blurred at first, and then focused on the other party.

"First seat, you are here."

"Yes, Lord Blood Demon God, I have come to visit you."

The first seat's face remained the same, but his heart was extremely complicated.

He has been cheating the other jailers.

The Blood Demon God is not asleep, he has been awake all the time, the so-called awakening the Blood Demon God is just a lie.

All the abilities of the blood demon god are bound by the magic circle, so they cannot see the information of the first seat, nor can they read the other party's thoughts.

Although he was tortured, his smile still had a purity that did not belong to this world, and he asked with a smile: "How is the blood domain, is everyone okay?"

"Everything is fine, the people you are familiar with are still there, and they are all working hard silently."

"So, is it time for me to go out? I have a hunch recently that the time for me to leave here is getting closer."

"No, not yet. The order you expected has not reached a certain level. The Dark Hell is still in chaos. It's not time for you to go out yet."

"What a pity." The Blood Demon God sighed.

Looking at this beautiful god who seemed to not exist in this world, the chief felt a pain in his heart.

When he was a child, he was brought here by his father and told him that this would be the god he would serve his whole life.

From the first moment he saw the other party, he decided that everything about him would be handed over to the other party. From the soul to the body, every part would no longer belong to him, but to this great god.

However, after systematically understanding the responsibilities of this god, he fell into pain again.

The only purpose of this demigod made by the original demon king, the god made by the original demon, is to find a coordinate.

His physical body will stay here, but his consciousness will continue to shuttle around the world, exchanging physical pain for spiritual strength, and finding the final coordinate.

And the source of his power is order.

Order will disintegrate the body of the Dark Demon God and transfer the power in it into the opponent's body, providing him with the energy to constantly shuttle.

And once this mission is completed, the only thing waiting for him is the path of destruction.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to rebel against his father,

Destroy and seal all the insiders, and turn the blood zone into a dead zone, in order to slow down that day and slow down.

This is the only thing a mortal demon can do.

After chatting with the Blood Demon God about recent events, the first seat made a request.

"We encountered a group of enemies. They were very powerful, and one of them was particularly powerful, even stronger than the jailers. So..."

"You need my blood, don't you? Take it, you don't have to be so polite."

The first seat stepped forward, took out the gleaming golden blood from the blood pool, put it in his mouth and drank it carefully.

The blood of the gods boiled in his body, and the violent power flowed in his body, making him feel the blessing from the gods.

Expressing his gratitude to the Blood Demon God again, he left the secret room and prepared for the next move.

Walking in the corridor, he saw an unexpected demon.

"Ms. Mystery, why are you coming back now? Who is the demon next to you?"

"My new subordinate. By the way, I have a small request."

"Say it."

"Can you give him the first seat?"

At this time, a blood-red lightning flashed across, indicating that a rare heavy rain would be born here.

With the help of this blood-red lightning, the first seat clearly saw that the demon next to the mysterious lady had a face exactly like his own.

The other party came up, and then showed the same smile as himself: "Master Zlatan entrusted me to pay tribute to you, and said that he is very dissatisfied with your recent work. Now, it is time for you to return. Your future work will be done by me. To be done."

"Return? What do you mean?"

"It seems that you have played this role for too long, so long that you have forgotten your original identity, number 093."

In an instant, another bolt of lightning flashed across.

Amidst the roaring thunder, the first seat felt as if a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, reminding him of everything.

He thought of that night when he was a child.

The night he disappeared all night.

At that time, he was already dead.

Someone, no, something should have appeared beside him, devouring his body, his soul, and taking everything about him as his own.

No, more precisely, he took everything from the other party as his own.

Afterwards, he transformed into the appearance of the other party, and began to play the life of the head seat, starting from scratch little by little, and then slowly looting everything.

He is not the first.

He is royal.

The royal family on the opposite side smiled relaxedly, and then said: "Master Zlatan is doing the final ceremony. He has already obtained the weapons. Although there are not many in stock, they can barely satisfy his troops. We will start to carry out the weapons immediately." The last rite, this world needs to be quiet."

"I thought you would get the results first, but you seem to have forgotten your original identity and started to hinder the plan. No way, Lord Zlatan entrusted me to take over your task, and you can return to the eighth hell gone."

The first seat looked at each other blankly: "I...but, I...who am I?"

"Number 093."

"No, I'm not, I'm not! I'm not that number, I have my own name, I'm Augustus! I..."

Before he finished speaking, he was horrified to find that his body began to change.

His physical body began to melt, his body began to disintegrate, everything in his body was slowly returning to the essence of the royal family, and he couldn't resist all of this.

Looking at the royal family in front of him, he found a small badge in his hand.

The badge didn't have too much power, but it seemed to contain an undeniable authority, which made him unable to resist.

"This is Lord Zlatan's token, you can go. Next, I will make this place full of order. Those new slimes seem to be able to take advantage of it. You may not know that Lord Zlatan coveted their power already For a long time."

"Master Blood Demon God... what will happen to him?"

"Isn't there only one use for tools when they are used up?"

At the last moment, he tried his best to launch a final blow to the opponent.

But the miracle did not happen.

The fully fleshed-out Chieftain was eventually sucked into the badge, leaving only his final echoes.

"sorry……"