This Group of Players Are All Slimes

In the center of the new city is a small castle under construction.

In the temporary meeting room in the castle, players gathered together and began to summarize the work of the half month.

"As you can see, during this period of time, our number of coolies has finally exceeded 5,000, and it is still growing. All walks of life have started, and the use of banknotes has been gradually promoted."

"However, the growth rate has slowed down, and it is estimated that it will only reach 7,000 people in the end. This is because the pirates in the nearby waters have been captured by us. And the current increase in the number of people has caused many problems, such as our infrastructure has been a bit unable to keep up. Up."

"Agree. This group of pirates are big and rough, and the literacy rate is not high. As a result, there are not many white talents."

"And what about keeping warm, they wouldn't even let the slime go!"

"It's done?"

"died."

"By the way, magicians are also a bit scarce. We actually rely on brute force for a lot of work now, such as the purification of materials, the transformation of substances, etc. At present, Ai Li is too busy to find her and work every day. It takes a certain amount of effort."

The players on the scene sighed together.

What is this fart game so real?

It can’t be like other games that you can copy a million army with your hands. You can just explore a bunch of high-end talents. Can it be implemented with a few policies?

The head is bald.

Just as everyone was at a loss and was about to play a game of eating chicken to change their minds, a player rolled into the meeting room and exclaimed excitedly: "There is another ship coming, it's a big guy!"

All players immediately jumped out of the meeting room, ready to see what kind of big guy they were.

Then they saw their boat.

The former Demon King has been transformed beyond recognition, and it is covered with flashy decorations.

The hull was painted with strange patterns, which looked like a very evil symbol.

If it weren't for this ship that the players made at the expense of their family, then they really couldn't find out, this is the Demon King they built.

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The ship slowly docked on the pier, and a demon in a blood-red robe waiting for a variety of precious jewelry, under the protection of hundreds of guards, walked off the ship.

He has the appearance of a human, but all the skin on his body has disappeared, with only a horrible muscle exposed.

Standing in front of the players, he covered his mouth with a valuable handkerchief, and then said: "Rafisdel's."

Another demon who was standing next to him in charge of translating said immediately: "Who is in charge of you here?"

"Don't you report yourself first?" Wang Lang, who was in charge of the communication, said dissatisfied.

"Tell Lu Dexing."

"There is no obligation to introduce themselves to lowly creatures." The translator immediately translated.

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The good-tempered Wang Langke suppressed his anger and asked, "I can help convey it, what do you want to do?"

The interpreter listened to the leader's ear, and then translated: "The sea of ​​blood is angry. The once-decade sacrificial ceremony was broken. He needs more blood to eat. Kill 5000 people and then throw their bodies away. Into the sea of ​​blood, this is the only way you can get redemption."

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"What if we are not willing?" Wang Lang continued to ask.

A scornful expression appeared on the translator's face: "Then kill all of you as a sacrifice to the great Blood Sea Demon God. In order to demonstrate our power, our great bishop will show you an interesting weapon."

After saying this, the bishop nodded, then raised his fingers.

Then, the heavy artillery on the Demon King stood up.

A heavy artillery fired afterwards, and the terrifying shelling instantly exploded.

A white light shoots out from the muzzle, and the cannonball composed of magic power bursts directly among the players. The resulting impact instantly crystallizes the sand on the beach and vaporizes all nearby players.

"Did you see it?" The translator smiled and looked at the other players. "Our Blood Sea Sect knows that you have captured many pirates recently and terminated the nearby fighting, but the Blood Sea Demon God does not want this. What he wants is blood, a sacrifice Pin, it's killing. Now, do you understand your mistakes?"

"I don't understand." Wang Lang said coldly.

"It's a pity. We thought you could communicate. It seems we made a mistake. Then, continue to attack."

Eight heavy artillery fired in turn, each shell can cause extremely terrifying damage here.

After the eight heavy artillery fired for one round, all the slimes present had disappeared, leaving only a mess.

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"I don't know how to live or die." The translator sneered, "Go out, kill all the people here, as a sacrifice to the Blood Sea Demon God."

But to his surprise, it didn't take long for a group of slimes to jump out of the city again.

They were doing strange calisthenics, bending their bodies from time to time, and making many strange movements.

Then, the slime jumped towards them.

Their speed is not fast, and their actions can even be said to be a little cute, but they still make the translator feel a great sense of crisis.

"The energy accumulated by the heavy artillery is empty. Are these guys specifically aiming at this timing? Are they smarter than imagined. But it's still too stupid, lowly slime, how could it be similar to our noble followers of the Blood Sea Demon Sect? ratio."

He clapped his hands, he was too lazy to care about the previous disguise, and said to the surrounding soldiers: "Come on, kill them."

These soldiers walked into the sea of ​​blood silently and began to absorb nearby blood.

Their bodies began to twist and deform, and huge muscles grew arbitrarily in their bodies. After a short while, they broke through their armor, turning them into four-meter-high giants.

Looking at the completely deformed giant, the translator stretched out his hand like a conductor and said softly: "Come on, show your power to the foolish world."

The soldiers who could be comparable to the generals rushed towards the slime stiffly, preparing to completely kill these tiny guys.

The battle was over in less than five minutes.

Players burned psionic energy ~www.ltnovel.com~ to easily defeat this group of soldiers, and then divided their food.

Several slimes gathered around the only surviving translator and gave him a slime massage from time to time.

"You are arrogant! Continue to be arrogant! You robbed our ship and went to our site to stray wildly. Your kid is quite capable!"

The translator who was bile sneered and looked at these slimes: "You will regret it. Of the four archbishops, I am the weakest one! Other bishops..."

"Dare to speak harshly! Cut him."

After sturdyly beating the translator, the translator still had an awakened look in his eyes: "It's useless, we are used to the pain, and your torture is nothing at all."

"The mouth is quite hard." The slime who stepped on his head said with a grinning smile, "Can you still laugh next? Editing hand, you are here to live."

Looking at the skipping slime, looking at the other's hideous gaze, the translator felt a chill when he didn't come.

A thing more fearful than death, waiting for him to taste.