This Group of Players Are All Slimes

"It's me! Father!"

The prince shouted excitedly, jumped over the Crouching Dragon Mecha in front of him, and rushed towards the door.

Inside, he saw the weakened king protected by layers of soldiers.

It was only a few days apart, but King Claude was obviously aging a lot.

His hair became snow-white, his face was full of exhaustion, and the once fierce scars hung listlessly on his face.

Wolong was not as excited as the prince, he just stood aside and pointed his weapon at all the soldiers to be on guard.

The prince took off his exoskeleton armor, rushed to his father and half-kneeled in front of him.

"Father, I'm back."

Then, he saw his father raised his hand.

The shadow of childhood revived at this moment, making him close his eyes subconsciously, waiting for the next slap.

Cloud may have been a good king, but he wasn't a very good father.

For his own child, he has only one method now, and that is to beat, scold and punish.

Any grades of his children will be regarded as unqualified by him, and his expectations of children will always be based on himself, which makes him a complete tyrant in the family.

But to the prince's surprise, Claude's hand fell gently, placed it affectionately on his head, and slowly stroked it.

"You're back."

The weak voice fully revealed the king's exhaustion at this time.

Subconsciously holding the hand, the prince realized that the king's hand was full of vicissitudes.

"Father, what's going on? What about my other two brothers?"

Claude's hand stiffened for a moment.

He slowly withdrew his hand, and said bitterly: "We were deceived, the two of them... have already sacrificed."

Huge anger swept over, making the prince clenched his fists and shouted: "Who is it!"

"Priests of the God of Sacrifice."

With a long sigh, King Claude continued: "I should have known a long time ago that every gift of fate has its price.

I came into contact with the God of Sacrifice early on and received a gift from him. "

"With this gift, I rose from a small soldier, slowly became a centurion, became a general, and finally became the lord of a country."

"I met your mother, the woman I love the most."

"I have a mighty army, which is my most valiant weapon."

"I came here, to the country of the northern border, and obtained infinite treasures from the flame dungeon next to me."

"I thought I was the Lord of Destiny, but in fact I am just a tool for others."

"Tools?" the prince asked suspiciously.

"Yes, a tool. A tool used by the God of Sacrifice to accomplish his goals. Before coming here, you have already seen our people. They have already sacrificed their own sanity and become fanatical believers of the God of Sacrifice. Next, they will have their tongues cut out and become candidates for the priests of the God of Sacrifice. And all the power I got from the God of Sacrifice has also been withdrawn, and now I am just a mortal."

Hearing these words, Wolong secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Not our fault.

At this time, King Claude also turned his gaze to Wolong who was beside him.

"Who is this……"

Before the prince could introduce him, Wolong came out first and said loudly, "We are the founders of the world, the travelers of the future, the founders of peace, and the gravediggers of the gods."

Finding that King Kraut was still full of confusion, Wolong gave a cut.

No culture is terrible.

It was the prince who took over the embarrassing atmosphere and said to Claude, "The dungeon next to the Fire God belongs to them."

King Claude looked at Slime in embarrassment: "Are you here to collect debts?"

"It's just rubbish, don't worry too much about it."

"Trash?"

Recalling the other party's behavior when his soldiers brought back things from the vicinity of the Flame Dungeon, Claude realized that what the other party said was probably true.

After all, no one would throw away their good things carelessly and leave them alone.

Therefore, King Claude was even more embarrassed.

Stealing other people's garbage is not an act of justice at all.

"I apologize for my previous offense, and I am sorry to tell you that we have sacrificed all those things to the God of Sacrifice."

"It's okay, it's okay, anyway, it was originally prepared for him."

King Claude looked at Wolong nervously: "So, you are the people of the god of sacrifice."

"Hmm... It's hard to explain the reason for this. Anyway, we planned to use those things to disgust the God of Sacrifice. You guys did a favor by doing this, so let's make it even."

The old king couldn't figure out what these slimes were doing.

However, after a long career as a king, he felt that Wolong was not a liar.

On the contrary, there is a rare sincerity in the other party's sentences, and this kind of sincerity is difficult to see even in many human beings.

So King Crowe bowed his head respectfully, and said apologetically, "In any case, I have to apologize for our theft. And I'm sorry, as you can see, we can't give you a good reception in this situation."

"It's okay." Wolong said carelessly, "Anyway, we just came here with Snow to pick up a hidden mission, and now it seems that the hidden mission is almost completed."

"Snow?" King Claude repeated suspiciously.

"It's Slater." The prince reminded him softly from the side.

Hearing this name, King Claude's previously sealed memory began to slowly revive, and the figure of the youngest son only slowly emerged in front of his eyes.

"It's Slater. My dear, your curse has been upon me."

Colorful memories revived in his mind, and it also made him understand his wife's intentions in doing so.

Her mission was to help the God of Sacrifice to accomplish his goal, but she couldn't give up her love for her husband and child. Two contradictory emotions made her sacrifice her life to complete the sacrifice.

It was a tragedy for her, but also a relief.

And exiling and sealing their memories of Slater may be to prevent the God of Sacrifice from using their hands to play a game, or to let the God of Sacrifice see the good show of Slater's revenge in the future.

She is in this contradiction, no matter what she does is possible.

When he opened his eyes, he had made his own decision.

Looking at his son, he asked in a low voice: "If you were to choose between you and your younger brother to be the king, who do you think it should be?"

If it was before, the prince would definitely choose himself without hesitation.

And he knew that if he chose that way, his father would pass on the throne to him too.

However, the existence of the God of Sacrifice made him understand that sometimes what he wants is not necessarily the best.

This position is not only power, but also responsibility, and he cannot bear this responsibility.

"Slater is more qualified than me." The prince said firmly, "I'm just a reckless man, and I don't have much external power, but behind Slater are more powerful slimes. I have seen their strength, their whimsy, and their intelligence that can subvert the world. I believe that with their help, Slater will become a better king."

"Then are you willing to assist your younger brother?" King Crad continued to ask.

Complex emotions appeared in the prince's heart. On the one hand, it was the reluctance to leave the throne, and on the other hand, it was the guilt that he was still nostalgic for the throne.

He didn't dare to imagine his younger brother, what kind of life Slater lived after leaving the family.

I don't know how his heart has been distorted because of the hatred for the family.

But he knows that this is the best chance to make up for each other.

So he humbly bowed his head: "I am willing."

"Very good." The old king smiled gratifiedly.

He took off the ring on his left hand and gave the ring to his son.

"Accept it, give it to Slater, and tell him for me. I apologize for everything I have done before. I know that no matter what I do, I can't make up for the harm I caused you, but please accept this gift. This is the last gift of an old father."

Sensing the determination in his father's heart, the prince held the ring and said solemnly: "I will, father."