This Group of Players Are All Slimes

The latest website: Brandt watched helplessly as the other party screamed and was dragged away, and then he was skillfully wrapped around the neck and hanged directly under the pipe outside.

Everything about him was split, and even his corpse was sent to the temple to be used as material for summoning tentacles.

Standing there blankly, Brant suddenly shouted and asked, "Just kill him like this!"

"Otherwise?" The girl skillfully blew out a smoke ring.

"What if I'm wrong, what if he just accidentally lied?"

The girl sneered, and pointed to the black wall next to her: "Look there."

"There is nothing."

"Look closer."

Brant stepped forward suspiciously, only to realize that the wall should actually be white, but the names of people were written all over it with a black pen.

Shaking the soot, the girl said casually: "Isabella, Tal, Tanzath...these are all your predecessors. Besides, there are a lot of innocent people. No matter where we go on this wall Bring them all, so as not to forget the previous lesson.”

Stepping forward, the girl stroked each name lightly, and continued: "Do you know how many people come down from above through various channels every day? Three thousand. Even if our correct rate can reach 99.9%, it is still a Let three people from the royal family come in. Each of them is looking for Christine and killing her. If they can't find it, they will turn to find a way to destroy the exiled lands. die of this."

"What you see is only a small part of the exiled land, but it already has a population of 30,000. If our review is unfavorable, then a random spy may kill all the people. Do you think I will bet on that small probability Is it?"

Patting Brant on the shoulder, the girl smiled and said, "This is a cruel job, we can't be careless, do you understand? Well, if you want to leave..."

"I'll do it." Brant said suddenly.

"What?"

"I said I did it! I want to be 100% correct and I want to avoid all of this! So, I did it."

The girl stared at Brant, then smiled: "Okay, I like you."

Brant began to work more seriously,

Every piece of information has to be reviewed for a long time to ensure that there are no problems before issuing my own opinions.

Everyone who lied, had flaws, and whose details did not match their experience would be dragged out and hanged directly.

At first, he still panicked and trembled.

But after a day, he slowly integrated into his own identity and began to make every judgment seriously.

The girl silently watched Brandt make a judgment, only asking a few questions occasionally, and stopped asking more after getting an answer.

Three days later, after Brandt finished his day's work, the girl stopped him.

"All right, Brant."

"Well, what do you mean?"

Several priests in black robes appeared abruptly, then pressed Brandt on the table, cut his hands backwards, and tied his arms behind him with hemp rope.

Standing opposite Brant, the girl said blankly: "Master Christine's orders have been issued, and we have also found sufficient evidence. You have reasons to be suspected."

Brant's pupils dilated suddenly, and he shouted loudly, "I didn't."

"Sorry, as we said, there is a little reason for doubt, and we won't let it go. But for the sake of your hard work during this time, I can arrange a suitable death for you. You don't confess that you purpose?"

"I told you, I didn't."

"pity."

The girl let out a long sigh: "Hang him to death."

The dazed Brant was dragged to the side of the pipe by the priest, with a rough rope wrapped around his neck, and then pushed down violently.

Brant watched the turbulent sewage below getting closer and closer, and the rope on his back shrank sharply, causing him to bounce slightly in the air a few times, and then he remained motionless.

After a few seconds, the pipe below stretched out several arms, pulling Brant directly into it.

Untiing the rope on Brant's body, the girl walked up slowly, and said to the blank Brant, "Sorry, I tried you once in this way. I learned a lesson from a friend. Sometimes it is unreliable, so you need to use various means to test it out. People's thoughts before death are the simplest and most suitable for testing."

Brant touched his neck and heaved a sigh of relief after finding that it was fine.

Staring at the girl, he smiled bitterly: "So, everything before was a temptation?"

"That's right."

"The dead too?"

"Our people are pretending. After all, the inspector is a very important position. We can't hand it over to a novice as soon as we come."

"You are mean, Miss Christine."

The girl raised her eyebrows and laughed.

Under Brant's gaze, the girl's figure slowly changed.

She was a knot high out of thin air, and her long golden hair shone like broken sunlight in the darkness.

The facial features on the face slowly moved and integrated, and finally revealed a beautiful face that fit the identity of an elf.

After taking a puff of cigarette, Christine said to the left and right: "Okay, take him to the temple."

Bypassing the tortuous pipeline, Christine brought Brandt all the way to the temple, and said to Brandt: "This is the headquarters of our Demon King Sect. The Demon King Sect was established seventy-five years ago. The founders include The previous generation of Demon King, Lucifer, Golding and me. Now, I invite you to join the Demon King Sect, are you willing?"

"I...I don't want to."

"Why?"

"I don't believe in anything, after all they failed to save me in my most difficult time."

After a pause, Brandt asked nervously, "Isn't this part of the test?"

Christine smiled and shook her head: "No. It's okay, we never force anyone. But I have an extra task, would you like to hear it?"

"You can say it, but it's my business whether to do it or not."

"Very good. We have received a secret report that a group of slimes under the demon king are developing Land of Surprise. I need someone to go there and get in touch with them. If they want to take action, we can also cooperate. This task I need a guy who is smart enough and rational enough, and you are my favorite candidate. Are you willing to help me complete this task?"

Brandt instinctively wanted to refuse, because he heard the great danger from this mission.

How to leave the royal city is a problem, and how to pass through the barrier between hell is another problem.

In addition to the royal city, there are a large number of evil things in other places, facing the threat of death every second.

But recalling Christine's enlightened eyes before, he suddenly became curious about these slimes.

After hesitating again and again, he finally nodded: "Okay."

"Thank you, let's go now. I have prepared your luggage, take it."

A tentacle appeared under Christine's call. The tentacles wrapped Brant, and activated the ability to move in space, transporting Brant out to the eighth layer of hell.

"I wish you well," Christine whispered.

Brant, who was wrapped in tentacles, felt dazed for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he had already arrived at the eighth level of hell.

Looking at the yellow sand around him, he said dissatisfiedly: "At least find me a better landing spot. How should I go to this position?"

(Go north.)

"Ah, thanks. Wait, who are you?"

(Your other half, Blanc.)

After asking this question, Brandt's eyeballs began to roll rapidly.

His body slowly collapsed, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Scratching his hair, he said to himself: "It's easier than imagined. I didn't expect to get a new identity directly. And the effect of this restriction is better than imagined. When in the Land of Surprises, You can continue to be my umbrella, Mr. Brant."

His eyeballs continued to move again, and stopped abruptly after a while.

Brant, who had returned to normal, scratched his head in doubt, always feeling as if he had heard something just now, but he didn't seem to.

"Did you have hallucinations? Forget it, I feel that there should be something in the north, so let's go north."

Picking up his luggage, Brant stepped on the yellow sand and headed north.