This Group of Players Are All Slimes

The latest website: Inside Glorin's collar, Anjie stood in front of the throne of the vampire monarch in silver-white armor, looking up at him.

This hall was built with incomparable splendor. The vampires have a very high pursuit of art in addition to their brutality. What is shown is the product of this perfect combination of luxury and art.

The Vampire Castle located in the center of Grolin is undoubtedly the best here. Horrible tragedies are going on here every day, but various exquisite works of art are also constantly being produced.

And the first vampire, the only direct descendant of the First Men, the Vampire Lord is here.

And it's dead.

A wine glass full of human blood was scattered at the opponent's feet, and his handsome face was full of astonishment and confusion. A sharp epee pierced through his body, nailing him firmly to the throne.

The other party's last words still remained in An Jie'er's ear: "Ah..."

For a vampire lord who has ruled Grolin for centuries, his last words are ridiculously short.

Stepping forward, An Jie'er pulled out Golding from the opponent's chest, and watched Golding transform into Lucifer in front of her.

"How do you feel, Mr. Lucifer?" Angel asked narrowly.

"I don't want to eat large intestine for a while." Lucifer responded palely.

After taking off his clothes, he jumped over and stared at the corpse of the vampire monarch suspiciously: "It's strange, this guy hasn't been transformed into a first-generation person, so where is the first-generation person?"

"Are you sure the people of the first generation have awakened?" An Jieer asked suspiciously.

"Well, I'm pretty sure. No, I have to collect some more information, Lucifer, Christine, let's go."

"Don't, I just messed up in a man's body for a while, can't you give me some psychological treatment? You are still not a psychiatrist!"

"Okay, look here, 3, 2, 1. That's it!"

"what did you do to me?"

"The cue that made you hungry for your bowels, feeling better now?"

"Don't modify other people's personality casually, bastard!"

An Jieer smiled and watched them joking,

Then he suppressed his smile, and said to Luna who came over: "It's ok, Luna, let people from the Treasure Hunter Association move in, rescue the humans and demons here, and start the post-disaster reconstruction work. The beheading battle was well fought, but the reconstruction after the event is the key point."

Luna looked at An Jie'er with admiration, feeling that her roommate was getting more and more dazzling.

Relying on the Demon King's troops and her own charm, Angel has been regarded as an orthodox hero, a beacon of light in this land shrouded in chaos.

Countless people want to gather under her command, they regard it as the hope of rebuilding the world, and they wait for her to destroy that "devil king" and bring peace back.

After arranging the work that needs to be arranged one by one, An Jie'er rubbed her head, feeling her head hurting again.

She's been having more frequent headaches lately, and she's seeing parts of her prophetic dreams every time she falls asleep.

The contents of precognitive dreams are all kinds of strange things, and every time it will be accompanied by a lot of information, a lot of swordsmanship and various secret methods that humans can use.

Raising her hands, An Jie'er looked at her hands.

Under the white skin where blood vessels can be seen, there is a power that she herself fears.

Every time she had a dream, she could feel that she was taking a step towards inhumanity.

She even tried it secretly. If she went all out, she could even be comparable to the ancient dragon in strength. The Moon Shadow Dragon even suspected that she was a dragon in human skin, and after being beaten up, she went to the red young dragon crying for comfort.

If it weren't for the Dragon Clan's ban on copper smelting, the Moon Shadow Dragon would have swallowed the opponent alive.

If it's just an increase in strength, it's fine. An Jie'er can feel a sense of calling more and more, as if something is calling her to wake up and realize the existence of the other party.

Aware of An Jie'er's abnormality, she took off her clothes and jumped on top of Lucifer's head and asked, "An Jie'er, is your head hurting again?"

"Well, I don't feel very good now. I have a headache and want to sleep, but I dare not."

"Let me find a few priests of the nameless god to help. This matter may involve extraordinary existence, and I can't give good advice. But I don't think it's a good thing, so I suggest you try not to sleep."

"Well, I know. So I feel that I need more things to share my attention. How is the false devil in the south?"

"Luo Lin is still standing in the front, those muscular men are indeed quite powerful."

"Okay, then I will leave this place to you for the time being. I will lead troops to support it once. The holiday is almost here, and it is time to boost morale."

An Jieer's so-called festival is the day of welcoming spring.

This is the most important festival in this continent. From this day on, spring will officially come, everything will recover, and even the rain will bring the warmth of spring.

No matter how crazy the war maniacs were in the past, there will be a day of truce on this festival, so that everyone can eat something good and drink something good. By the way, go home and leave it for yourself, so you can go on the road with peace of mind when you come back.

But this time, the enemies An Jieer and the others faced were the undead, and this group of walking corpses had no concept of rest.

For the sake of his soldiers, Angel decided to clear a buffer zone so that the soldiers could take a rest during this period.

After making a decision, An Jie'er quickly set off on the road.

Leading a thousand elite cavalry, An Jie'er galloped towards the destination quickly.

Along the way, she kept seeing meteors falling from the sky.

At this time, some former priests in the team would stop, mourn silently towards the sky, and then move on.

That's the gods falling.

The madness of the gods is already very obvious. Every day, the crazy gods let their subordinates attack the "devil king" and the troops here. They even went to battle in person, but in the end they were beheaded by the demon king in the sky.

This demon king perfectly abides by his own iron rules, that is, gods and demon gods are not allowed to act at will.

As long as they violated this iron rule, what awaited them was the ruthless killing of the Demon King.

Through the continuous construction of the slimes, every settlement that has been captured will be developed into a stronghold of the Nameless God. The belief brought about by this will continuously improve the divine power of the Nameless God, and at the same time allow the Demon King to display more powerful power.

In the face of this power, even the weaker gods among the gods are as fragile as ants, while the stronger gods can still maintain their own rationality and have not appeared rashly.

But as time goes by, those gods will also slowly enter the arena, and bring more pressure on the demon king Lu Fan.

After silently looking at the sky for a while, An Jie'er raised her long sword and signaled everyone to continue.

Their time is running out.

After running for an unknown amount of time, An Jieer suddenly noticed that countless thick fogs suddenly appeared around her. Her soldiers disappeared in the thick fog, and even the sound of horseshoes disappeared in the thick fog.

Tightening the reins, she drew her weapon, and a psychic glow was released, illuminating her surroundings.

"Who is it?" An Jie'er shouted loudly in the mist.

"It's me, Zlatan."

"Who is Zlatan!"

"your mother."