This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"Why?" Julia looked at Satan Ye suspiciously.

"Being the spokesperson of the gods means a lot of risk, especially in this era, you are likely to be targeted by many accidents."

"Is this true?" Julia continued to ask.

Satan Ye clenched his teeth, and continued after a while: "Also...that is...you are my friend, and I don't want there to be a big gap between us."

"Is that all you want to say?"

"I……"

"I understand. I am the priest of the God of Love, so I need to make a choice that suits my identity. My Lord God of Love."

"I'm here." The phantom of the God of Love said.

"I refuse. I have someone else who has to be with me."

The unexpected choice made everyone present stunned for a moment, but the God of Love showed a wry smile that he knew so well.

"Well... I knew that none of my priests could be trusted, but this is their correct choice. Forget it, it doesn't matter if there is no spokesperson, and it doesn't matter if there is no God of Love in this world for a while. Let the false be more false, the real be more real, the pure be more pure, and the obscene be more obscene."

"I like the last blessing." Ron whispered beside him, "The succubus I like will be even more succubus."

"I am about to fall into a deep sleep. My priesthood has almost been swallowed up. I must go into a final deep sleep. I will throw my wandering city into the sea of ​​blood. I hope to see you later."

Before leaving, the God of Love paused for a moment, and then said to everyone: "I don't really like to read too ambiguous love stories recently, so let me give a blessing to everyone present. Only when you confess your heart can you get happiness."

"Are you kidding, take back this bullshit blessing!" Satan Ye shouted hastily.

The god of love smiled, and the huge phantom disappeared without a trace in the temple, and the sanctity of the temple also dissipated.

Julia looked at the top of her head lonely, feeling that the attention of the gods in the past was no longer there.

This sudden sense of loss made her feel empty, but looking at Satan Ye next to her, she felt that her choice was correct.

Holding Satan Ye's hand, she continued to ask: "Have you finished what you want to say just now?"

"Um...no.

"

"I'm no longer a priest, so I need a suitable job for me to stay here. What job do you think is better?"

"...how is my wife?"

"Is this a marriage proposal?"

"……Um."

"Then I agree."

After hearing the news, the crazy little policewoman stared at the two people who were throwing dog food, and pushed the one next to him to take off her clothes in dissatisfaction: "Look at him, if you are so active, our children can come to play games."

"I've already taken the initiative." He took off his clothes and covered his face.

"when?"

"In the previous life."

In order to escape this chaotic era, many gods chose to sleep.

They escaped into their own artifacts, threw themselves into the sea of ​​blood, and hid in that mysterious place to escape this chaotic era.

In order to search for these artifacts, Cui En and Heishi found the professor and proposed their own plan.

"We are going to search for these artifacts in the sea of ​​blood." Cui En said to An Jieer, "We treasure hunters are very experienced in searching for treasures, so we hope that this task can be entrusted to us."

"Do you need to take Sin City with you?" the professor asked.

"It would be great if it was possible. Of course, we still need someone else, and that is Miss Luna. You know, most treasure hunters already regard Luna as an idol, so we need her to guide us."

The professor listened to Cui En's plan, but recalled the first time he came to Sin City in his mind.

The binding force of time and fate appeared here at this moment, making him understand that this decision is necessary.

"Okay, I approve. You still need a captain, so I will send Boss Duran over there."

"Huh? Can he? Forget it, you can do it if you say so. Is there any other arrangement?"

"Yes, take this latest Angel puppet and give it to Luna, you will use it later."

Seeing Cui En leaving in doubt, the professor felt like Zhuge Kongming.

Maybe, Brother Kong Ming is also a time traveler from the future.

This group of people is destined to never return. They will leave a stronghold in the blood sea and provide services for the subsequent blood sea demon god and Zlatan's resurrection.

And Zlatan's resurrection will lay the foundation for the future pattern, and everything will become a certainty in the future.

Past, present, future... These things are entangled at this moment, turning into a vague but interesting existence.

"Farewell, Cui En, Black Stone, and the future female city lord."

The day before Spring Day, Sin City left.

This majestic tower-like city left the city of hot springs, flew to the proven location of the sea of ​​blood, where it would take root, and then began to search for various artifacts.

Boss Duran is also in Sin City.

He looked at the magician beside him suspiciously: "I said that I can't sail a boat anymore, why did they let me be the captain?"

"Maybe your son will." The magician touched his belly, "Maybe it's a grandson, who knows?"

"Why are you touching your stomach?"

"Imagine how big my belly would be if you took the initiative."

"What would I do if I took the initiative? Answer me, old friend."

"Shut up, you bastard!"

On the day of welcoming the spring, all wars stopped completely, and even the false demon god stopped the offensive of walking corpses and gods, giving everyone a rare holiday.

People buried the dead and began to welcome the festival with joy.

At the same time, the game between God of God and God of Truth has come to an end.

"This game is a little more interesting than I imagined." Shenshangshen said with a smile.

On the chessboard in front of them, the message of the God of God has already arrived here, and the message of the God of Truth has only gone one percent.

The God of Truth looked indifferently at the chessboard in front of him, and found that the gap between them was bigger than himself and the God of War.

The opponent is playing the game with the mentality of a game, and I have tried my best.

Giving up the last struggle, he said to God God, "I have one more request."

"Your request is a bit too much. But as a reward for making me not very boring during this time, I can consider it."

"Leave my eyes, I want to see you go to the end."

"Can."

Accompanied by powerful words, the body of the God of Truth dissipated quickly, leaving only the crystal eye on his forehead quietly placed opposite the God of God.

Putting his eyes next to the chessboard, Shenshangshen looked at the situation on the chessboard, and said to himself: "The original chessboard has been destroyed, it's time to add some new gameplay. How about bringing some Forsaken back?"

After groping among the old chess pieces, he took out Zlatan and some forgotten chess pieces and put them on the chessboard.