This Group of Players Are All Slimes

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It is inhumane to forcibly search the memory of the dead, but the Church of Roland has nothing to do.

In the past few days, the battle with Hell has become more and more fierce, with a large number of casualties every day, and the actions of the gods are also extremely ambiguous.

No matter whether it was the gods or the demon gods, they did not end directly at this time. At the same time, they ordered their priests and believers to remain neutral, and neither side would help.

But the overall strength of hell is obviously stronger than that of human beings. Those chaotic and disorderly demons can make cities fall one after another with their bodies alone. The current situation is overwhelmingly unfavorable to human beings.

In such a situation where the general environment is gradually eroding, even more unfortunate things happened.

The priests of the gods died one after another for no apparent reason, and the pressure from the gods also increased day by day, which made Luo Lin, who was always optimistic, gradually become irritable.

Therefore, even if it is inhumane, they can only do this.

There is more and more fog in the room, causing the room to get colder and colder.

Layers of frost condensed on the walls, and the breath of the priests also condensed into clouds of white mist.

When the concentration of the mist reached a certain level, the mist began to transform into the scene before the death according to the memory of the deceased.

"When will we see first?"

"It was about an hour ago."

"Thirty times faster playback."

The image in the sky quickly reversed, and came directly to an hour before the death of the deceased.

There is nothing noteworthy about what is displayed on the screen.

The other party had prayed in the temple of the God of Justice an hour ago, received the communion, held mass for a refugee, and then came outside.

Until the opponent fell down, there was nothing worth noting about the whole image.

"It's strange, the other party didn't suffer any attack, it looks like a natural death."

"Then how do you explain that the other party is thirty years older?"

"Probably some kind of curse,

Play the video from three days ago at 100 times the speed. "

Seeing the memory of the deceased three days ago, the group of people became even more confused.

The deeds of the deceased three days before his death can be called a saint.

He donated all his property, leaving only a priest's robe that symbolizes his identity.

As if he had a premonition of his own death, he walked out of the temple, went deep into the people, began to actively relieve the people, and used his own magic to solve the problems for the people without hesitation.

After quickly reading the memories of the past three days, the priests present still couldn't understand the cause of each other's death.

"A month ago, a thousand times faster."

"OK."

The fog in the sky changed rapidly, and then revealed the memory of the deceased one month ago.

The moment they saw this memory, everyone present felt their blood coagulate.

It was a sight comparable to the atrocities of demons, and even demons would cry bitterly when they saw it.

Although no sound can be heard, the distorted face of the victim and the struggle before death make the image in the air look like a living scroll of hell.

Several trainee priests persisted for a few seconds and couldn't help but lay down on the ground and vomited.

There is a stark contrast between the holiness before and the cruelty at this time, making people wonder if they are alone.

The priest with the most seniority looked at this scene with a livid face, and suddenly shouted at a priest who wanted to escape here: "Come back! You are not allowed to say anything about this place!"

"But……"

"No, but! It doesn't matter if you explore the memory of the dead, or the actions of the priest of the God of Justice, these things must be rotten here, and not a single word is allowed to come out."

"But what about the dead! The youngest is only three years old!"

"That can't be said! The current form does not allow us to tell all this, all you have to do is forget, don't worry about it, understand!"

"What the hell are we believing in!" A priest suddenly burst into tears, "Why are we looking for a murderer for this kind of person!"

The corners of the old priest's mouth trembled, but he couldn't utter a word.

He just looked at the top of his head silently, waiting quietly.

When the time fast forwarded to half a month later, the situation finally changed.

When the God of Justice finished venting his animal desire contentedly and was about to leave, he suddenly saw a parchment full of words floating above his head.

This piece of parchment was three feet long, and it was filled with small characters, which almost dyed the parchment dark blue.

He seemed to hear some voice, which made him extremely frightened.

With the sound, the first line on the parchment was crossed out.

The moment the first line was crossed out, the priest screamed in extreme pain, and various indescribable tortures appeared on him almost at the same time, making his body like a piece of rag being wantonly twisted and reassembled , and then distorted.

The painful punishment was extremely inhuman, but all the priests present knew what the other party had done. Instead of making them feel sympathetic, such behavior gave them a sense of pleasure.

After more than ten hours, the tortured priest stood up again.

He began to cast one magic spell after another, but none of the magic spells had any effect.

Under his horrified gaze, the second line on the parchment was crossed out.

The brutal punishment came again.

In the corner on the side, the QR code stared at all this, then pushed the professor aside: "Professor, what's going on?"

"I can't figure out the specific principle of a special divine technique."

"That person has been abused like this, why can't he die! Wow, his head and spinal cord have been ripped out, so he can still live?"

"It is certain that this is the magic spell of the Death Demon God. Do you know what the most terrible punishment is?"

"die?"

"No, it's the waiting before death, the kind of death that is bound to come, but the despair that you can't do anything is the most terrifying. Every minute, every second, reality reminds you that you are still alive, but you can feel the horn of death approaching , that feeling is hopeless."

"What does this have to do with everything the other party experienced before he died?"

"If my deduction is correct, Bello should have been under the command of the Death Demon God and become the spokesperson of the other party. He deprived this priest of the power to die, and let him continue to taste the harm he has inflicted on others until he atones for his sins. till it's over."

"Wow, if only there was such a technology in reality."

"yes."

Overhead, the images in the mist continued.

This priest seems to have understood the fact that death is bound to come, and also understood the fact that he will experience the torture before death.

Denial, anger, bargaining, fear and depression, self-soothing, self-redemption.

After going through several stages, he seemed to regard this kind of thing as a kind of tempering, and began to sum up his own way of avoiding death, and the behavior of a saint afterwards was just a feedback of this way.

But he woke up too late.

He is still dead.

After reading all the memories of the priest before his death, the priests present already knew what happened to the priest, but they still couldn't find the murderer.

"The other party should be the spokesperson of the Death Demon God. At least this search is a bit helpful." The old priest nodded, "But it is no longer possible to move forward. The other party's spirit body is not enough to support such frequent inspections, and it is about to dissipate. .Decorate this corpse, and then send it to the temple of the God of Justice... What's wrong with you?"

The old priest looked at the priest beside him and asked suspiciously.

The other party has been trembling since he finished reading, cold sweat the size of a bean rolled down his forehead, and shattered into sixteen petals on the ground.

The priest who was asked stiffly shook his head and said in a low voice, "It's okay, can I go back, I don't feel very well."

The old priest squinted at the other party, then suddenly grabbed the other party's hair, pulled the other party in front of him, and shouted sharply: "You also saw the parchment, didn't you!"

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