This Group of Players Are All Slimes

The next day, soldiers in the entire barracks saw a group of strange-looking guys.

They were dressed in simple robes. From a distance, they looked like a group of priests, but from a closer look, they looked like ghosts made of cloth bags.

They were all bruised and swollen, and they were chanting words, and every word was taken from the creed of Roland Church.

Every time they met someone, they would grab each other and start promoting the greatness of Roland Church. Even if the other party beat them up impatiently, it would not change their behavior.

They even built a small church on the front line with almost nothing. When asked, they would all answer in unison: "Master Luo Lin influenced us, and we built the church from the heart."

However, this behavior is very ineffective.

After a day of publicity, there were very few people who were willing to join the Luolin Church starting from a trainee priest. After all, those who were exiled here were all heinous criminals. It was too difficult to convert them with a few words.

"Strange, why is this group of people so inefficient?" In the evening, Luo Lin looked at today's results report and scratched his head, "Master, what do you think is the reason?"

"Don't be noisy, today's scene inspired me, and I'm going to paint a hell to show what I've seen here."

"You guy who just ran out of hell and said this is hell, who are you insulting?"

"I told you not to make noise, you can't understand human speech, you scumbag!"

After Luo Lin was exiled here, the divine painter also followed.

After all, he is not stupid, the devil Lu Fan is still angry, and now he will be hanged by the lighthouse as an innocent person when he goes back, so he might as well find a reason to stay outside.

It happened that Luo Lin was about to be exiled, so he ran to the south with Luo Lin as a spare food, and continued to get inspiration from the game to enrich his painting skills.

Seeing the slime that doesn't get in, Luo Lin had no choice but to mingle with the others, kindly consoled each other's situation (with fists), cared about their living conditions (with fists), and solved them Physiological needs (with fists).

As for the effect... Anyway, a few constipated patients indicated that the intestinal tract has been smoothed a lot,

After going around in a circle, the refreshed Luo Lin returned to his chapel, and was surprised to find that a circle of people surrounded the divine painter.

Holding the drafts of the divine painter, they wept bitterly and shouted loudly: "I'm guilty, why am I here!"

"What did you do?" Rollin asked curiously.

"How do I know?" The divine painter said dissatisfiedly, "Let them go and interrupt my practice."

Luo Lin snatched the manuscript from someone suspiciously, and then took a deep breath.

He had seen the manuscript of the divine painter before, but he didn't like it very much.

The eyes of the characters are too big, the creation techniques are too weak, the colors are not realistic enough and too bright, and the movements of the characters are fine at first glance, but they are flawed upon closer inspection.

But today's divine painter seems to have evolved a few steps without knowing it. The sketch drawn in just fifteen minutes vividly shows the situation here, and the simple strokes have laid out a picture scroll of hell alive. .

Corpses with all the good meat gone, local residents sitting on the side of the road waiting to die, soldiers who choose to kill themselves to avoid becoming zombies, wild dogs surrounding a dying soldier...

The scenes that we are used to seeing at ordinary times have been sublimated on the artistic level through the processing of the master painter, forcing these numb soldiers to notice what kind of environment they live in, thus showing the real hell.

"It's amazing, divine painter, you already have the strength of a master. Just by looking at these few sketches, you can know that you will become an extraordinary person 10,000% in the future."

"You talk too much nonsense, don't disturb my practice."

"Understood, you continue to draw."

Luo Lin looked at the divine painter quietly, and suddenly discovered something.

The concentrating master painter is in a state of inspiration explosion at this time, he is almost subconsciously turning everything around him into a source of inspiration, and using his own brushstrokes to sublimate and improve.

After thinking for a moment, Luo Lin took off his coat, revealing his toned muscles, and then stood in front of the divine painter.

"What disgusting things are you showing me!"

Although he was shouting in dissatisfaction, the brush of the divine painter did not stop.

At this time, the divine painter's consciousness and his own hand seem to be two parts, and some feedback can still be performed on the consciousness, but his mimicked hand is no longer in control.

More than a dozen mimicked arms make the master painter look like an octopus, quickly drawing everything that can be observed around him on his drawing paper.

After seeing Rollin's muscles, more than a dozen sketches of Rollin's muscles have been drawn, each of which can make people feel the impact of Rollin's explosive muscles.

A pure, male hormone rush.

But the face is a bit strange, what the hell is the muscle golden wheel next to the title?

Looking at the things drawn by the divine painter, Luo Lin nodded.

That's right, the divine painter's spiritual weapon has awakened.

Different people have different psychic weapons, and each person shows different things when awakening.

Although he didn't know what spiritual weapon the divine painter finally obtained, Luo Lin felt that this thing could be used.

On the second day, every trainee priest who had been probated by Luo Lin got a new prop.

A sketch of the Muscle Golden Wheel.

After seeing these sketches, every trainee priest felt his blood rushing, and a primitive call sounded in their hearts, making them eager to take off their clothes and do a few push-ups on the spot.

"Tell them, now that you are a trainee priest, I will allow them to touch it."

After finishing speaking, Luo Lin shook his chest muscles presumptuously and rhythmically.

The group of trainee priests originally wanted to say who wanted to touch that disgusting thing, but when they saw the thick chest muscles that looked like a city wall, they couldn't help swallowing, and nodded involuntarily.

On that day, the number of people willing to join Roland Church reached a new high.

At night, a group of people gathered around Luo Lin's tent, eagerly watching the chest muscles jumping in front of their eyes.

"Golden Wheel, my Golden Wheel!"

"I also want to be full of golden wheels!"

"No, I really can't, I can't take it anymore, let me touch it! I am willing to join Roland Church!"

"What kind of thing is this!" The divine painter who was watching while painting, shouted weakly, "Why can't I control my hands?"

"God painter, keep drawing, don't stop! I already know what your psionic armament is! That is concept invasion! When the artwork you create has a strong psychological impact on the other party, you can forcefully add some concepts In the consciousness of the other party, my muscles are the best evidence! Come on, keep drawing!"

"Don't make me draw such disgusting things, how can I stop! Help, I want to go home!"