This Group of Players Are All Slimes

As Allen said, there is no limit to the number of minions that can be summoned in the rules, because this has never been the case before.

Although Alan was a stepping stone on the timeline sixty years later, with arrears of IQ, he accidentally sent himself to the territory of the Great Demon King Lu, and then he went off the street smoothly.

But the current him is much stronger than the future one.

After all, he was born in the Alsace family, a well-known magic family. Any gem in his hand may be sealed with seven layers of magic, and there are a large number of scrolls from ancient times. His family wealth can be described as a mess.

Although I don't know what will happen to him in the future, but now Allen is undoubtedly the best magician.

Weak Chicken Man desperately dealt with the attack of the seven invisible puppets, but just one had overdrawn his full potential, and the presence of seven blocked all his routes, making him constantly retreat.

The sound of crazy batting sounded like a torrential rain, but the temperature difference between the two sides of the court was visible to the naked eye.

On one side is a magician who is leisurely reading a book, and on the other side is a slime who is being beaten up by seven servants. The gap between them is visible to the naked eye.

"Damn it, if it can be completely liberated..." After losing points, Weak Chicken Man wiped the sweat from his brow and said unconsciously.

"It seems that you still don't understand." Allen gracefully turned a page of the book, "So, what about this?"

With a wave of his hand, the weak chicken man found that the restraint on his body suddenly disappeared, and the powerful force returned again, which made him feel very comfortable.

"You helped me break the curse?" Weak Chicken Man asked in disbelief.

"That's right, the rules don't say that you can't help the other party break the curse, right?"

"Yes, but why?"

"Because I like you very much."

The weak chicken man felt a chill in an instant, and couldn't help but took half a step back.

Allen continued: "It's not what you think, although I don't mind. Maybe you don't even realize that you have a temperament that is very pleasing to the succubus."

"What kind of temperament?" Weak chicken man asked expectantly.

"The temperament of waste."

"Swear again!"

Allen smiled happily.

"Okay, I'm not joking, but you do have a trashy temperament. But a better analogy, it should be the temperament of a rough stone. Your talent is well hidden, but you have never dug it out. Worries , Hesitation, worry... These things wrap your talents layer by layer, and finally form a thick shell of waste. And we succubus like to polish this shell slowly until the things underneath are exposed."

"I thought succubus only liked brightly colored things."

"Almost, to be precise, we succubi prefer spiritual pleasure, and this kind of feeling of polishing gems with bare hands is really great. How, are you interested in becoming my disciple? You are very talented in magic, and you want to be me Grind it up?"

"Is it okay? It just so happens that I've been tired of cooking recently."

"no problem."

"Great, I got the hidden mission! Guys, I abstain, I'm going to play the hidden mission."

What happened to Weak Chicken Man made a group of players instantly fall into a state of envy, jealousy and hatred.

What shit luck!

Watching the Weak Chicken Man being taken away by Allen with envy, a group of players cursed bitterly.

"Curse him for turning chrysanthemums into sunflowers."

"Curse him to be bombed by the Star Destroyer every day!"

"Curse him for losing followers every day!"

"Curse his video without one click and three consecutive times every day, and the next time will be determined!"

No matter how they cursed, it couldn't hinder the fact that the weak chicken man was taken away to do a hidden mission.

After confirming that the Weak Chicken Man was really going to abstain, the professor could only pick up the microphone: "Hesitant Weak Chicken Man abstained, so Allen advanced. Unfortunately, I couldn't enjoy a high-quality magician duel. The next one is... ...Ma Dan, how did this wonderful pair get together. Please invite Wolong and Fengchu."

The site entrance is unresponsive.

The professor patted the microphone, and then shouted in a louder voice: "Crouching dragon and phoenix chick!"

After a long time, the crouching dragon, covered in injuries, staggered in.

Lying at the door, the last words he said before dying were: "Feng Chu abstained, I won."

"What did you do in the contestant preparation room!" the professor asked puzzled.

"It's nothing." The resurrected Fengchu sighed, "After all, we are brothers, and it's embarrassing to fight each other in public."

"Then what?"

"Then we had a real fight in the preparation room. My skills are not as good as others, so I can only let Wolong advance."

"Is there something wrong with your focus! And you abstained for two consecutive games, you let the audience who bought tickets see a hammer!"

"Then I go up to perform a hammer?"

"Go away, you! You play table tennis submissively, you perform hammers and you punch hard! Do your three views grow on the soles of your feet! Don't look below, this is just a metaphor, and you know how to cut it! Go down."

Wiping the sweat off his brow, the professor felt that being a commentator and referee was more tiring than playing.

Picking up the microphone again, the professor said: "Forget it, because Fengchu abstained, so Wolong advanced. The next round will be Satan Ye, also from the Devil King Braves, against the editor of the slime. Seeing this pair, I have an ominous premonition."

"Let's introduce the characters first. Satan Ye is a rising star in the Knights of the Demon King. His apprentice takes off his clothes and is remarkable in intelligence. And the editor is what we think is a combination of despicableness, intelligence and intelligence. A weird player with a brain hole, he is a character who is good at finding loopholes and then making game strategies. People give him the nickname Bei Strip Man Editing... This nickname feels weird, Bei could be Kitahara Iori, eh, don’t tell me it’s true It's kind of right. Editor, can you put some water in later? At least an hour."

"I'll try my best." The editor said relaxedly.

When Satan Ye appeared on the stage, the audience was silent for a moment.

Among the spectators who came to watch the game, there were many upper-class people, so when they saw the Satan leaf, many people reacted immediately.

Isn't this Lai Yangyang's star!

Didn't he die in the Demon King's attack on the Church of Roland before?

Faced with these noisy discussions, Satan Ye just waved his hand lazily, and then walked to the side of the competition stage.

"Abstain, Satan Ye!" The editor straightened his chest, "I have a magic weapon in my hand, powerful skills, pretending to be invincible, how can you fight me!"

"It's not impossible." Satan Ye said, "But wait a minute, I'll pray first and make a sacrifice by the way."

"No god can save you. But I still have to ask, who are you going to pray to?"

"The god of rebellion."

The editor who didn't come felt a chill.

The professor has already told the players about the current situation of the Demon King, so every player knows that the Demon King Lu now holds the post of a rebellious god, and he can be contacted by praying to the gods.

"Well, is there something that must be sacrificed at this time, can't we talk about it after the fight?"

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm going to lose anyway, so it's okay to pray. Ah, the sacrifice has fallen."

With Satan Ye's negative acting skills, a piece of paper full of words fell in front of the editor.

Just glancing at the text on it, the editor's hands began to tremble.

Before the second piece of paper fell, the editor quickly raised his hand and shouted loudly: "I abstain!"

The audience was in an uproar, followed by shouts of "refund".

The professor looked at the editor coldly, and waved the microphone in his hand.

Later you come over and eat it for me!

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