This Group of Players Are All Slimes

The people of the first generation looked at taking off their clothes, and the emotion in their eyes seemed to find some interesting toys.

Shrugging his shoulders, he said helplessly: "No matter what era there are guys like you, who don't know anything about the power of demigods, and know nothing about my power. You can understand demigods as being different from gods, but they all have powerful characters. Don't be despised because of demigods, or you will die miserably."

"We don't discriminate against demigods. After all, we know the source of your power very well. Let's make a deal first. We need to know how to find the location of the royal family. We have some things that must be done with them."

"I refuse." The first generation smiled gracefully, "I don't have to listen to your words. I was imprisoned by the gods because I was too strong, and now it's time to be free. Let me think about it, how about building a barbecue first? Put humans, demons, and some weak gods on skewers and grill them on the fire. Medium-rare is enough. I prefer things with a stronger bloody smell. That's right!"

Thinking of something interesting, the first-generation people clapped their hands and said, "Why don't you help me with this matter. Help me bring 10,000 people here, more children and women. I like the quality of their meat. Then please use various methods to please me. I want to see how far your cooking skills have developed."

"Disgusting guy, it seems that there is no need to discuss it, let's do it directly. Ron, unfold the nameless god."

Ron put a gold ring on his hand, then raised his right hand high, and began the ceremony.

This ring is a man-made artifact made by the professor. After wearing it, it can be as close as possible to the nameless god, but it will not cause the iron law to punish it.

The Weak Chicken Man also squatted on Ron's body, and the evil in his body resonated with the power of the nameless god at this moment, manifesting the divine power.

The surrounding space is stripped from the original coordinates, and the black blocks and white lines are criss-crossed to form a peculiar space.

Standing in the middle of this space, the people of the first generation said with emotion: "This is the realm of gods, and you have even created this. Compared with my era, you have really improved a lot. It is a good choice. This realm will suppress my power and greatly enhance the power of the magicians here. It should prevent me from escaping through the space. It takes a lot to arrange this space, right?"

"Most of the divine power has been explained here. We have a population of almost 30 million, and all the beliefs accumulated during this period are used to create this space. Elder, let's do it!"

The elder of the Juggernaut Society, who was like an old farmer, jumped out like lightning, and the distance of ten meters was crossed by him in one step, and he shouted: "Sow seeds!"

The white sword light gathered in his hand, and finally condensed into a small dancing ball, and then swayed it like a seed.

The action of sowing seeds while farming is combined with the swordsmanship of the Juggernaut, and there is an inexplicable murderous intent hidden in the ordinary.

The condensed balls formed by the five sword glows crossed a beautiful track in the air, and directly dug out five neat wounds on the smiling first-generation man in front of him.

Unfortunately, not a drop of blood flowed from the wound.

After being cut, the flying flesh turned into blood mist at an extremely fast speed, and then instantly appeared on the body of the first generation, allowing his wounds to heal directly.

The elder didn't plan for the first move to be effective, so he used the second move, chopping firewood, before he could withdraw his waving hand.

The right hand wrapped by the sword light is shining, directly turning the body of the Juggernaut into an invincible sword.

The power of the whole body bloomed like a shooting star at this moment, slashing down from the shoulders of the first-generation man, splitting the first-generation man in two.

"It's useless." The first generation said easily.

The cut body recovered instantly, and the white right hand wrapped around the elder's neck like a poisonous snake.

In an instant, the premonition of death enveloped the elder, and the moment he was touched by the opponent's cold hand, the elder felt that he had encountered a natural enemy.

This feeling has been completely engraved into the inside of his body, making him instantly understand the ridiculousness of his move just now.

The whale will not be injured by the struggle of the small fish, it will just open its mouth flatly, and then swallow its prey in one gulp.

The size and strength of the prey are completely meaningless in its eyes, at most it will only feel a little strength when swallowing.

The elder who was touched was stiff all over, completely forgot to resist, and could only watch blankly as the hand merged into his neck.

Just when he was about to be devoured, 3l with the rusty sword in his mouth rushed up from one side, and the rusty sword with sword aura drew a perfect circle in the air, and cut off the arm of the first-generation man neatly.

The elder was bumped to the side, and his right hand, which had been completely fused into his neck, turned into a blood mist and slowly disappeared, leaving only a wound that was bleeding continuously.

While the first generation was entangled by 3l, several priests of the nameless god immediately came up to treat the elder, and a doctor-type player looked at the wound and made a quick judgment.

This player named Blackjack, the strange doctor, is a new player. Although the attributes have not been stacked yet, but because the skills are very useful, he was sent to help take off his clothes and defeat the first generation.

His special skill is [Quick Diagnosis]. Each time it is used on a wound or condition, a number is randomized between 1 and 100, and the information of the percentage of the corresponding number is obtained. The interval between uses is 5 minutes. If it is used on the same wound or condition, unless the number is greater than the previous number, no more information will be obtained.

After using the skill directly, the strange doctor Black Jack looked at the number and said: "67%, it's not bad. The skin tissue near the wound shows signs of regrowth. It is speculated that the first generation has a certain fusion ability, which can fuse the opponent's flesh and blood, and use it to create a wound. The speed of this process is extremely fast."

As soon as the strange doctor Black Jack finished speaking, the first-generation man not far away avoided 3l's sword in a weird posture, and then broke his index finger.

The blood spurting from the index finger turned into a bloody arrow, directly piercing the strange doctor Black Jack from the middle.

Smiling at the astonished undress, he continued to deal with 3l's attack, and looked more and more relaxed.

He has adapted to 3l's slime swordsmanship.

Terrible ability to learn.

The opponent has already seen through the tactic of taking off his clothes, which is to use the wheel to delay time, summarize the abilities of the first generation by observing the wounds, and finally find the weakness of the first generation and defeat the opponent.

But the opponent can also take advantage of this in reverse, as long as the observer and strange doctor Black Jack are killed, then time will be beneficial to the first generation.

As long as this space cannot be maintained, the first generation can leave immediately, and it will be difficult to defeat the opponent in the future.

"You saw through it." He took off his clothes and said helplessly.

"Wisdom of ten thousand years." Dodging 3l's sword, the first-generation person said easily.

But what the people of the first generation didn't know was that outside this space, another group of people was ready.

The former priest of the God of Health led tens of thousands of believers outside the space.

Each of them had a good rest and had sufficient cultivation. At this time, both energy and fighting spirit were maintained at the peak.

The priest looked at the strange black and white interlaced space in front of him, and said to his subordinates, "That's fine, just stay here."

The statue of the nameless god was erected, a small temple was built quickly, and soft cushions were prepared for everyone.

Tens of thousands of believers knelt down on the cushions, and thousands of trained medical staff skillfully hung bottles on the believers and injected the prepared nutrient solution into their bodies.

After everything was ready, the hypnotist among the believers took out the pictures carefully prepared by the divine painter, and then put all the pictures into the eyes of the believers present.

This picture is prepared by the divine painter in all his spare time in order to meet the requirement of taking off his clothes, and it is a picture that incorporates his own conceptual armament.

As long as you see this picture, unless you are violently awakened by the outside world, you will fall into a state of complete excitement, praying for the nameless god without sleep, until you die.

"Everyone, for the glory of the Nameless God, for the freedom of mankind, let us pray."

After finishing speaking, the priest signaled the hypnotist to start.

The moment the picture appeared in their field of vision, the functions in everyone's minds almost completely stopped, leaving only the most fanatical and blazing thought.

Praise the Nameless God!

Praise be to the great nameless god!

The pure beliefs of tens of thousands of people are directly poured into the statue in front of them, burning like a torch, turning into fuel to support the strange space in front of them.

The battle is still long.