This Group of Players Are All Slimes

As the next leader of the Demon Kings sect, Neil gained a lot of experience fighting the church under the persecution of the Roland Church for many years. Now he can easily infer the problems of the Roland Church.

As the overseer of the gods, the activity of the Roland Church and the gods is in a trade-off relationship.

When the Roland Church is more powerful, the gods will settle down, and vice versa.

The current Lord of the Roland Church was a companion of the former brave, and was a priest in name. However, it is said that he played all kinds of knives, guns and sticks. When he was young, he often tore dozens of demons and drink with his hands.

Although it is over 80 years old, all those who have seen it make a move say that this product is even more fierce.

In addition to his master-level strength, many of his arrangements were very unreasonable, but they were extremely correct afterwards. This allowed him to suppress the influence of the gods in the human world to the lowest level in history, forcing some gods to sneak to hell. development of.

As Neil expected, the Roland Church does have a problem now.

In the sky cathedral of Roland Church, eleven cardinals gathered here, and the French king who was absent, who always liked to grow farms and milk, was also present.

The bishops watched nervously at the statue releasing the holy light on the ceiling. Only the French King Roland was drinking tea leisurely, looking like an old farmer who had just returned from a job.

"Don't be so nervous." The French king waved his muddy hands and said with a smile, "It's just a mediator, you don't need this."

"How could you not be nervous!" A female bishop's legs trembled uncontrollably, "God's messenger came in person. This is a scene that has not been seen in decades. He will convey the God's oracle, This matter will definitely be recorded in the holy scriptures, and every word needs to be studied specifically."

"Is it? It's a chess piece, it's still a relatively useless type." The French king took another sip of tea. "While that guy hasn't come, let's discuss how to use the holy land to collect money? Do you think the holy land is signed a hundred times How about the idea of ​​buying a private photo of His Holiness? I think I can be wronged."

"My lord, please don't discuss such vulgar things at this time? Can you change the topic, such as what the messenger is here for?"

"Because of the fate of chaos. The task of the mediator is to clean up the center of the fate of chaos. His essence is a machine that analyzes the source of the chaos of fate and cleans it up."

"The center of chaos, do you mean Charles?" a bishop asked suspiciously.

"That idiot? No, he's just a **** of the gods. He just happens to be a forbidden son, with the back hand of the God of Prophecy in his body, and is about to become the container of the God of Prophecy."

The eleven bishops lowered their heads in silence, and their hearts were full of confusion.

Looking at the silent people, the King laughed again: "Are you confused, what the gods want to do, and what I want to do, right?"

The eleven bishops looked at each other, then nodded.

"This question is still a bit long to explain. Let's start with the nature of prophecy. There are two kinds of prophecies. One is for the present situation and reveals something that must happen in the future; the other is to tell you to meet certain conditions. If you do, something else will definitely happen in the future."

"And all prophecies are in the hands of the **** of prophecy. Therefore, although this **** is not strong, he can still become one of the twelve gods. Through prophecy, he can control everything in the world and help the gods control the human world. ."

"But an accident happened that the God of Prophecy didn't even think of. This incident led to his fall sixty years ago, so that I can smoothly control the gods in my current position. But the gods will definitely not give up. Yes, and Charles is the container that the gods jointly promote and push it to this position. Charles only needs to complete one more feat to achieve the final step of conferring the gods."

"And at the moment when he is ennouncing the gods, the **** of prophecy will replace it and resurrect."

After listening to these words of the King, the bishop present only felt a bit of cold.

This is a secret that the Fa King only knew, and now it was directly spoken by the Fa King, and they shuddered at the meaning behind it.

Finally, a bishop tremblingly asked: "Then, what do you want to do?"

"Fengshen, but it’s not me, but another person. I don’t want to go back to the time when mankind was played by the gods. I know you are more or less connected to the gods and received from the gods. There are a lot of benefits. Every one of you has contributed to Charles's journey to this point."

The secret of the bishop present was suddenly revealed, causing everyone's robe to overflow with cold sweat.

Finally, a bishop couldn't help it anymore, took out the hidden long sword from under the table, and then immediately swung the sword.

He secretly signed a restriction with the gods, allowing himself to reach the level of a swordsman.

The restriction signed with the God of Space allows his swordsmanship to directly hit the opponent regardless of the distance of the space.

The sword light that straddled the space instantly slashed the old man's face, making the attacker couldn't help showing a touch of joy.

But immediately, this joy turned into despair.

The old man's brows were clipped, and the sword light was clamped with his brows alone, and then it was twisted into pieces with force.

Lifting his brows, he said to the shocked attacker: "Keep your sword away, I can think it's just a joke. You were not born when I assassinated someone."

Waved his hand, he said to others: "You must be very curious, why should I let you live until now? It's very simple, because you are still useful."

He took out the twelve books that had already been prepared, he distributed eleven of them, and kept one for himself.

The bishop present curiously opened the book, and then found that the book was three hundred pages thick, and each page was full of names.

Before they could figure out what the book was for, the icon above their head began to shine violently. A white-haired little girl with a hair of almost two meters long holding a balance was born from the icon, and then she fell on it. Conference table.

The moment she appeared, her silver-white hair seemed to have life, wrapping her body and appearing in front of everyone.

There is no expression on the silver-haired girl's face~www.ltnovel.com~ The indifferent expression is like a statue, silently watching everyone present.

She swept over the crowd slowly, and every bishop she saw bowed his head in fear.

Even if the other party doesn't say anything, everyone understands from the other's momentum that the other party is the apostle and mediator of the gods.

After seeing everyone present, she turned to Lord Roland: "Help me, Lord, I need you to help me find the center of chaos."

"Don't worry, don't worry, let's get off the procedure first and let everyone present introduce themselves."

"...The request is reasonable, I am a mediator."

"Okay, that's mine."

With a light cough, King Roland picked up the book in front of him, turned to the first page, and began to say his name: "My name is..."

The long time for chanting names has begun.